Brazzi, come to my brazos

"You are like a hungry child who is given ravioli to eat. `No' you say, `I want beefsteak!"

Thank you Rossano Brazzi, the most wholisticaly attractive man who ever existed. Gregory Peck, don't worry, you are second in line. 

Fish and weed

My mom said to me as she was walking out the door, "I'm going to go get your sister and go buy the fish and the weed."

Ahahahahahahahaha

As in my sister is buying fish and plants for her fish tank. 

A phrase I once heard in my brain when I was thinking of you

If you are an accessory in all of this: yes, I will burn you too. 

"Those R. C.'s... get them!"

I visited my 97 year old great aunt in the nursing home yesterday. She might be barely kickin,' but she still has some wit and true colors left, even in her "barely there" state of mind. 

They say you should never go along with a confused person because that just adds more confusion, but how could I not go along with my great aunt when she decided that plotting against a race and religion was necessary. The absurdity touched my intrigue. 

All of a sudden, she burst out, "(you) have to watch out for those R. C.'s." 

By the way it was pronounced, I thought she meant "areses." 

And then I realized that R.C. stood for Roman Catholic. 

And then I added "Presbyterians, Lutherans, 7th Day Adventists, Baptists, jihadists...."

With a satisfied look down her nose she scoffed out a meek "we'll have to discuss that at our next meeting." 

I said "of course, I'll organize for each of the groups to be represented, and then we'll arrange the groups and decide which ones will go to heaven, and which ones we will have to obliterate with Guns and Bayonets on the first of next month." 

With that reply, she was satisfied, and we resumed our original conversation about beta fish. 

There was no filter on her remarks steaming from her subconscious. She thought I was ugly. Great, my entire life my great aunt has thought me as an ugly looking child, but wouldn't dare to say so because she had a filter. 

Keep hydrated

Third cup of coffee

Fourth cup of tea

Second cup of spiced tea

Finishing the first liter of Mate

Sorry I never drink water. Winter. Happens. 

Hate mail, my dear neighbors

I am not mad at the lawn care service, however I might send hate mail to my neighbors after their lawn care service began mowing at 7:30am this Saturday morning, like every other Saturday morning. This was the last straw. 

My only day to sleep in, thanks a lot. 

Well then.

I know

you think

I wonder

if you think 

of me. 

Well, that's enough to start off my day.