Watch and Wonder

If you have six minutes of your life to squander........ and like amusing yourself with music ala forty years ago (first up) and music today (gone all viral on youtube) then this is for you


okay.... 'Feelin Groovy'.... not the finest hour of the sixties (love the audience though....those are 'my people' folks)....

but do they have to do that to the Legos.... please, not the Legos

Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

I thought I could soldier on, chug some electrolytes, and not let my family down. We were having dinner out to celebrate my mother-in-law’s birthday with the Valentine masses. I actually made it, thru the dinner anyway. They forgave me skipping the dessert and present opening and let me drag my sorry ass home.

Turns out I had good old fashioned influenza. I believe the medical term is "sicker than a dog." It all came down (or up) about two in the morning. I spent a wicked few hours in the bathroom. At dawn, I am (finally) in bed, my hero and husband and caretaker brings the pedialyte, to restore the electrolytes and get me back on my feet. He places it on the dresser instead of my nightstand. Four steps away. I lay in bed for 2 hours willing it to come to me, but too weak to walk 4 steps to get the bottle.
I hope this terrible stuff is avoiding you and I hope you are all well. I hear we had a beautiful day here today….be careful, it is still the 'cold and flu season'…hunker down and take care!

Winged Fat Babies...

are messengers of God

According to Roman mythology, Cupid (aka Eros)was the son of Mercury, the messenger of god, and Venus (aka Aphrodite), the goddess of love.

Cupid was generally seen as a good spirit who brought happiness to all, but his matchmaking could cause mischief. Psyche, Goddess of Beauty was the wife of Cupid.

"Princess Psyche was the most amazingly beautiful mortal ever. She was almost as beautiful as Aphrodite with chickenpox on a bad hair day. People were known to forget their own names and swoon at her feet. Although not usually a malicious Goddess, Aphrodite wanted the princess out of the way.

Her temples were being neglected by Psyche fans and it just wasn't on. So she conspired with Cupid to make the princess fall in love with the ugliest man they could find. That would soon get her out of the public eye. Cupid fluttered off and got ready to launch an Arrow of Love at the innocent Psyche. But by chance, he pricked his finger on that very arrow and fell hopelessly in love with her himself.

This caused all kinds of problems for all concerned, and eventually Psyche found herself cut off from mortals and Gods alike as Aphrodite's wrath pursued her. She contemplated suicide by drowning, but even the waves refused to take her. The only way to salvation was by passing Aphrodite's cruel and unusual tests. Forget sorting poppy seeds from lentils before daybreak or grabbing a cup of water from a mountain monster — the ultimate challenge was this: Go down to the Underworld and steal Persephone's beauty cream.

Her heart quailed, but Princess Psyche made her radiant way down the gloomy steps. Seeing the approach of loveliness, Cerberus, the ill-tempered Hound of Hell, rolled over like a puppy. One sweetie from her maidenly hand and he was friends for life. And grim Charon, taking one look at her youthful beauty, blushed to his boots and gave her free passage.

So finally she arrived at the throne room of Hades himself. Now Hades is very proud of his domain, and doesn't tolerate the living turning up. It spoils the atmosphere of gloom and despair. So he would've killed Psyche there and then, but his wife Persephone saw this was no ordinary interloper and asked why she'd come. As the story unfolded, Persephone took pity on Psyche and gave her a big jar of her finest beauty cream. Hades sighed and allowed her to return, making a mental note to cancel Cerberus's doggie chocs for the next hundred years.

Psyche struggled back to the land of the living with the jar of beauty cream. What did Aphrodite want with beauty cream anyway? she wondered. It must be something really potent and special. Surely a little dab on her cheek wouldn't do any harm. So Psyche opened the jar, poked her finger inside, and instantly fainted away.

It was very powerful beauty cream indeed. In fact it could have transformed Medusa, ugliest of the Gorgons, into a chart-busting sex kitten with the three Graeae sisters on backing vocals. Psyche was about to wither away under the influence when Cupid turned up and whisked her off to Olympus. With Zeus's blessing, they were at last married. Aphrodite didn't mind too much as she now had a goodly supply of face cream to play with." *

*found this on the internet.... and if I ever remember where, I will credit it.

mythology is funny stuff and they teach this at college

Well then

So it was a good thing the Grammy's put the Police reunion on in the first fifteen minutes.

I was commited to watch the entire show in the long run and I was certainly set up for it. Even though I'm as old as dust or dirt or whatever... I liked the Police and not just Sting. I liked them all by osmosis, by the music of my son's generation, by the fact that I am not a total fogy . But that's fodder for another day.
No dis to Ms. Aguilera but, she has taken her 40's look too far down the road, maybe she should dial it back a notch. Anyway, the main problem with last night's show was that it was… zzzzzzzz. . nodding... nodding..... boring .

I'm still in a fog over it all. yawn

Wired....the hard way

Husband Person (HP) and I share a home office… a very nice home office. About a year and a half ago HP got a little plasma tv for his viewing pleasure to put in the home office.

That was when I lost all control on what happens in the home office. To keep the peace and give him complete control over the clicker, I purchased a fifty foot co-axial cord (bright red), so that I could use my laptop in the other room . HP just cannot bring himself to go wireless as, we all know the KGB is still active and waiting for a chance to steal our identities..

Tonight I am set....watching live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles the 49th Grammy Awards. In HD by Sony. I have Chai Tea from Trader Joe's at the ready, some sort of Boboli construct thing going on, and salad , just in case. The Police (or Synchronicity) are supposed to kick it off, and, and so they are......... All in the middle of our king size bed… which is (for this evening) my home office, a real comfy home office.

I think I might have the better deal

What did you say?........... salesladyperson

I placed my three items on the counter and offered a cheerful hello. This startled her as she was scrunched beneath the counter rummaging for what? Gold? Nope….it was her lunch. She flashed a look of total annoyance and the voice that matched said “ I’m going to lunch, you’ll need to go to the front”.
Me: Uh, no one is at the front (looking directly at the abandoned front register).
She: There will be, just wait there
Me: Can you call someone?
She: (big sigh, looking around)
Me: I’ll buy your lunch if you’ll just ring these three little items up. (sometimes bribery works)
She: Oh, here! As she grabs a teeny tiny person carrying a S%*t load of ‘Tees’
She to Tinyperson: I’m outta here, help this lady.
Tinyperson: Ohheythosearesocutehereletmesetthisdown…
Me: I actually don’t say anything, as I’m trying to interrupt what she just said (at a glass breaking, speed of light, pitch).
Tinyperson: Ohthesearejustsocuteandreallyreallyreally……forgiving.
Me: Thanks (did she just say I’m fat?)
Tinyperson: Doyouwantthehangerbecauseswerenotsupposetoaskbut.....
Ialwaysliketohavethehangerbecause....(big sigh), ....I live with myboyfriend.
Me: Yes please,
Tinyperson: Okaythenthanksforshoppingat
”BetterBuysandRugBeaters*”comeagainsoon
*name changed to protect the ambivalent


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