HELP END WORLD HUNGER every grain of rice counts all it costs you is time.
My donation to date to The United Nations World Food Program: 71,680 grains of rice updated 6-24-08
It's all about me
This is my blogchalk: United States, Louisiana, New Orleans, The Westbank, English, Friday's Child, 51-55, I play hard, love fiercely & unconditionally. I'm steadfastly loyal, even when others are not., Recovering addict in NA since 09/90. Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis 12/04
"I have seen the sea when it is stormy and wild; when it is quiet and serene; when it is dark and moody. And in all its moods I see myself." --Martin Buxbaum
September 11, 2001 -- Through blurred double vision, I watched in horror as the Twin Towers in NYC crumbled to the ground. I feared I was going blind and prayed, "Please don't let these horrifying images be the last I see."
An MRI revealed a brain lesion pressing against my optic nerve. Several years of invasive tests and terrifying uncertainty followed. Finally, in December of 2004 I received my diagnosis ...
I began daily injections of Copaxone in June of 2005. Although I seem to have permanent symptoms from my last exacerbation, my last MRI revealed no new lesions and no new scarring.
I recently discovered that the best prep for injection is a warm compress before and after. I no longer get unsightly bruises or huge knots and there's less pain.
Music hath charms to soothe a savage beast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. -- William Congreve --
Tristram - town music*pOp* from Diablo by Blizzard Entertainment Composer: Matt Uleman
Little known tidbit about Friday: I paid $600 for my very first computer in 1996. It was built to spec for one reason ... so I could play Diablo. I became addicted to the music of Tristram Village. To me, it's musical valium.
If you requested a graphic and it's not here then it's probably here.
If time and health allow, I'm willing to make custom group hugs. Request on taggie. Specify colors & names. Group hug without names is fine ... whatever. Two to four huggers.
For Frank, Meecie & Me [x] Nat'l Institute of Mental Health
For my sister and me Sometimes losing is really winning! My Presurgical Weight: 225 lbs Total Weight Loss: 128 lbs Current Weight: 108-112 lbs [x]American Obesity Association
For Cassie and my jackass brother My clean date: Sept 1997 [x] Narcotics Anonymous
I went to go mutter but they could not be found. No mutterings on Sunday leaves my mind quite unsound!
It's true, Unconscious Mutterings is missing. Or I thought they were. I tried a bevy of ways to access the lost mutterings. Finally, after some relentless searching, I found them here.
Let's mutter, shall we?
Stuffed :: what I should have done to my bras in high school. I might have had more dates then ... or maybe Paul would have been more interested.
Gills :: stuffed to the gills :: what I was after eating half a stuffed bell pepper last night ... apparently, I'm still stuck on stuffed.
Distance :: There's just too much of it ... between Deirdre and me, Candy and me, Paul and me
Panties :: OMG! What a head rush that sparked ... here goes ... "Don't get your panties in a wad" "Day of the Week Panties" "white grandma drawers" "Happy Bunny panties (what I'm wearing now)" and last but not least, "Where did these panties come from? Who do they belong to and how did they get under the bed? And don't tell me they're yours because these are five sizes too small for you." That about does it, I think.
Checkered :: past .... *ouch*
Fill in :: the blanks
Taunting :: Nyah, Nyah, Nyah - Nyah, Nyah
Diner :: Twilight Zone / Season 2 / Episode 43 / Nick of Time .... "The hand belongs to Mr. Don S. Carter, male member of a honeymoon team on route across the Ohio countryside to New York City. In one moment, they will be subjected to a gift most humans never receive in a lifetime. For one penny, they will be able to look into the future. The time is now, the place is a little diner in Ridgeview, Ohio, and what this young couple doesn't realize is that this town happens to lie on the outskirts of [cue music - duh, duh, duh, DUH] the Twilight Zone."
Pizza :: double pepperoni or vegetarian
Best friend :: knows everything about me and loves me still
Wanna mutter? "Rules are, there are no rules." There are no right or wrong answers. Don't limit yourself to one word responses; just say everything that pops into your head. You can mutter there or mutter along with me in my comments. Y'all know how I love it when you mutter. ENJOY!
You're right ... your head must have been full of straw to ever let ME go. AND, you poor dear, I'll never EVER let you live it down. *sassy grin*
and ...
*blush* You're such a naughty boy. I kinda like that about you. LOL
I guess after your comment everyone now knows you've never gotten any further than first base with me. After 40 years? Damn, I'm good! I must make a hell of a first impression, right?
As for our hearts and souls ... it's true, Paul, you are my forever love.
Posted by Paul @ 03/31/2008 10:09 PM PDT
Friday my love, stuffing your bra wouldn't have kept me more interested in high school because my head was stuffed full of straw, which would explain how I could have been so brainless as to let go of what we had. Fortunately, the distance between us will never again keep our hearts and souls apart. As for panties, well, I'm sure you can imagine how much I'd like to get into yours after nearly 40 years!!!
Posted by doctordoug @ 03/31/2008 07:44 PM PDT
Stuffed: Buuuurp!
Gills: yup,... stuffed to the
Distance: runabout
Panties: cotton
Checkered: past
Fill in: the blanks
Taunting: well meaning friends
Diner: Mel's (S.F. not TV)
Pizza: bananna peppers and black olives
Best Friend: Java (my long gone black lab)
Yeah.. you found mutterings! I must go do that now!
I hope your day is good. I'm done babysitting so I'm going to try and do a proper blog post. Nah, probably just add mutterings but mine won't be as good as yours.
Stuffed: crust pizza.
Gills: fish.
Distance: to the fridge.
Panties: edible.
Checkered: flag.
Fill in: for me.
Taunting: me with food.
Diner: burgers.
Pizza: hungry.
Best Friend: food, lol.
Sorry, I'm hungry. My mind is all about food right now. I'll come back when I'm stuffed. lol.
Stuffed: Far from it. I'm starving.
Gills: Here fishy fishy fishy.
Distance: So far, I can run five miles without stopping.
Panties: Hot pink!
Checkered: Flag. Race! Woo woo--GEAUX!
Fill in: Fill up!
Taunting: Dane Cook.
Diner: I love diners.
Pizza: I LOVE pizza. mmm. I'm so hungry.
Best Friend: Yes, I'm so blessed.
Your mutterings made me laugh out loud! Speaking of stuffed: there are, of course, sexual connotations to the word, too, but given my currently pathetically celibate existence I won't dwell on them. Your responses to panties will probably just make me laugh at inappropriate times. What really got me, though, was the reference to bra stuffing. I prayed and prayed for boobies when I was young - and didn't develop until after high school. My breasts are now udderly huge, I'm sorry to say. Ah, the power of prayer. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Your comment on Buzz Lightyears was spot on! I love the way your mind works
THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR YOUR TAG. I try to acknowledge everyone, but sometimes the challenge that MS presents doesn't afford me the energy. If you find that I've overlooked your tag, please blame my fatigued and addled brain and not my <3.
Thank you to Deirdre who INSPIRED this "I'M NOT DISSING YOU" announcement.
