Readers, (all three of you), I'm feeling listless today on the blogging front! Not that I don't want to do it, because I really REALLY do! But, I have no funny stories or 'amusing occurrences' happen today, or last night! I'm not sure why this is! My life is boring, but GOODNESS, is it really THIS boring?? I digress.
In any case! I do have a few things that my or may not be entertaining to a few of you! I'll begin with a question? Do you believe that we do more than sleep, when we're sleeping? Besides the usual talking or occasional sleep walking adventure? Well, I have to tell you, we MUST do something more than sleep. How else would you explain how I woke up this morning with sore arms and shoulders when all that I accomplished yesterday was a House M.D. marathon and an impressive amount of stamina to stay laying on the couch for more hours then I would like to admit? Maybe my body knows that I feel guilty for not working out lately, so instead of sleeping, my brain shuts my consciousness out and takes over, making me work out like a crazy person doing push ups. Really? Do you know anyone who actually likes push ups?! Let me rephrase. Do you know any SANE person who likes push ups?? Running, yes. Swimming, yes. Weights, check. But push ups? Never.
Also, how is it possible for the worst food on the planet for our bodies, can make us feel better?? For example. Target is remodeling. It reeks of paint fumes and other construction smells that I'm not familiar with! Add those smells to 6 am to 1pm, and you have a giant head ache and a tummy that is trying to decide if it's ready to grace world with it's social presence. This sort of resistant tummy does NOT make you want to ingest food ever again. When mother dearest sent me on a french fry and Diet Coke run at Maccy Dee's, I was ready to say no because any food smell is a temping vise to a tummy that wants to see the world.
But, being the wonderful daughter that I am (hahahahaha we can all laugh. This is a funny joke!) I went to cursed Maccy Dees and got her a Diet Coke and some fries. (Oh, I got me some Diet Coke too. It helps with tummy issues. It was an idea referred to me by Dr. Pepper. He's in a business partnership with doctor's Scholls and Suess. All are fantastic men.) Well, those fries smelled actually pretty decent to me, and did nothing to excite my tummy. After a handful of them, Tummy settled down and voila! I am no longer ready to introduce my innards to a garbage can or to the Porcellian God.
We all know McDonalds is a poor excuse for food. Fake chicken in their nuggets, who KNOWS what the burger is made from, and don't even get me started on the cheese made of rubber. How is it that an establishment that makes such vile "food" can make fries that are so becoming to the ill?? Maybe it's just the salt.. All I know, is if I have a stomach ache and need salt, I'm eating it off of fries, not out of a salt shaker.
Really quickly before I call this post finished, I wanted to update you on the Doorknob Battle. I wish I had more news. But, after a talk last night, it was short and veered off into a completely unrelated direction, we came up with no solution. For the time being, the saviors that are metal and have a funny nose that we like to pick frequently, will be staying in place to guard our worldly treasures.
Until next time!
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