So I bought this book

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ctually I think I got it for free in the giveaway bin outside of McKay's (a store where you can turn in your old CDs, Books, Video Games & DVDs for $$$ or store credit). It's called "Panati's Extraordinary Origins of Everyday Things" by Charles Panati.

I intended to use it for a weekly post "jump off" point, kind of like CardioGirl's Question of the Week. (I keep stealing crap from her blog. She should take it as a compliment.☺)

So here's the first installment of Did you know?

The origin of the "Knock Wood for good luck" superstition began in 2000 B.C. in North America by the American Indians.

The Native Americans believed that boasting of a future event (like winning a battle or a great harvest, for example) basically insured that it wouldn't happen. In order to negate the "bad juju", they touched the bark of an Oak Tree.

The Oak Tree was chosen because, apparently, the oak tree was most often the tree struck by lightning and they assumed that the Sky God lived there so they appeased him for bragging by knocking on -

...

This is how you can tell that I live with a 14 year old. I was about to say "by knocking on his wood" but I could hear Evan in my head saying "Heh heh, you said 'his wood'"

*rolling eyes*

Whatever, now you know where the superstition came from.

You're welcome.

☺

My Hair...and stuff.

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his is my post relaxer hair. A relaxer, for those who don't know, is a hair straightener.


This next one is of me being up in the middle of the geedee night because I started drinking an Amp energy drink to wake myself up @ 7 am & then had to take Excedrin Migraine (with caffeine) for a headache. Yay.



In case you were wondering what all that frigging caffeine did to my system, I'm blogging in between running for the terlet.

:-)

Child for adoption! 7/28/10

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ere's been my day thus far.



BTW, I meant "lawnmower" and not "garbage can" when I said he could probably learn to use one if you teach him. :-)



BTW, I am not satisfied with the way I look, but I'm fiddnuh go relax my hair so...bite me. :-)

I'm also trying a new video compressing freeware program so that my lips actually match the audio.

Whatchoo think?

What I won't do for my child

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think I talked earlier this year about The OCD Project. The show where the psychiatrist had a house full of OCD patients and helped them by giving them "exposures" to make them realize that OCD is in their heads and not really something they should be afraid of.

Was that a run-on sentence or what?

For example, one chick had a father who was killed by a hit & run driver so after that, one of her OCD things was driving the same route over and over because she was afraid she'd hit & kill someone. So the doctor made her drive around an obstacle course and he threw baby dolls at her and made her run over a mannequin, etc. until she realized how ridiculous her fear was. (Not to mention how much time she wasted driving the route over and over to make sure she hadn't hit anyone.)

Some other dude was afraid he'd kill someone.

I mean, he looked like he could be a serial killer, but that's not the point, LOL. Everyone who knew him said he was the sweetest person you'd ever want to meet & that he didn't have a bad temper.

So the doctor had him hold a butcher knife to his (the doctor's) arm & neck to prove that he could resist the urge to kill.

Now...

Uh...

I can really understand the whole germ phobia. I will not use a public restroom unless I'm seriously afraid of wetting myself. I will NOT use a public restroom for #2 no matter what. I'd rather soil myself and drive with the windows down all the way home in the dead of winter than shit in a public restroom.

It's gross.

People don't wash their hands.

People don't even sit on the damned toilet with those paper toilet covers so when I go in there, there's urine all over the effing seat.

Cheese & Rice, CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELVES YOU NASTY MOTHERFUCKERS!

Ew.

Anyway, if I have to use a public restroom, I was my hands, dry them with the paper towel & then use it to open the door. If it's one of those new restrooms that has no paper (??????????) I'll stick my hand under my shirt & open the door.

Yes I have antibacterial shit in my purse, but I don't care.

The point is, I can understand some obsessions.

I can't understand being afraid that one day I'll become a serial killer, or that my not turning off the light 17 times in a row will keep my son from dying.

But what I wanted to tell you is that one chick had the germ phobia.

On the show she had to not shower for 3 days or something. Stick her finger in gutter water & then rub it all over her hands and hair and face & whatnot.

Fine. It's really unlikely that we'll get a fatal disease from sticking our finger in gutter water. Maybe diarrhea? But it's doubtful that any of us in AMERICA will die from that.

So this chick had to go to a Tea Shop (or whatever) with her mother & one of the doctors.

They ordered tea & scones.

They went into the bathroom.

When they walked in, the patient remarked that it smelled and she could see dried urine on the seat.

So then she had to rub her scone all on the top of the toilet seat. Her mother & the doctor did it too.

I love you, but HELL to the NO!Then she had to rub it at the top of the rim. On the inside of the toilet.

Then the doctor dropped her scone in the water "accidentally" and ATE IT.

So the patient had to DIP HER FREAKING SCONE IN THE GEEDEE TOILET WATER AND EAT IT.

But not before her mother did it to prove that she would do anything for her daughter and to help her get better.

People -

I love Evan more than I love myself. I kid you not.

But if he got really bad OCD and the only way he could be cured is having me eat a damned scone that I just dunked in the toilet of a fucking public restroom...

He'd just have to suffer.

I would not do that for my child.

Need a kidney? Sure. Need bone marrow? I got it. Need some of my liver? Fine, baby.

Need me to pick up something off the floor in my own home and eat it? Sure. If it's something dry like a cracker or a chip, I might even pick it up from a parking lot in the ghetto and eat it.

But I ain't eating nothing that's been dipped in the water of a public terlet.

No.

Please don't sue me

D

o you know how long I've been looking for videos on youtube from a certain purple loving high heel wearing short statured musician?

Ever since I discovered youtube. That's how long!

If I DID find a video with that person, it was usually just a picture while a song played in the background.

I gave up.

A few months ago, a friend sent me the links to several rehearsal videos of His Purple Badness that were taken in the 80s. By the time I checked my e-mail that day, only one of them was still working. The others had been taken down.

He must have someone one staff who continually searches "the internets" (his word, not mind) for his image or music.

Whatever.

I found some videos.

I don't know how they've managed to stay up for more than one day, but I'm not taking any chances by naming the litigious...musician.

:-)

Here are a few of my favorite songs by the unnamed singer/songwriter/producer extraordinaire.

Enjoy.

But if I get a letter from some lawyer I'm putting a voodoo curse on somebody.

Don't test me.

I have friends in low places, dude.

Smooches.



I still have this one on the original VHS!!


I think only True Fans know just how much this track is altered, LOL.

Nothing to say - 7/15/10

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have nothing to say.

I mean, I lay in bed and think about what I'm going to blog. And I'm trying to decide if I want to just switch to video blogging or what.

But then I remember how rarely I do my hair or put on makeup so the printed word is for your safety...

:-)

Anyway, I cut my nails and painted them purple.



Yes, that's when my nails are cut. I had to cut them because they were getting stuck between the keys on the keyboard.

I made a little scrapbook thing of my niece and my great niece. Is my niece's child my great niece? I have no idea how this family shit works.



Doesn't she look like me? My niece, I mean. Not the baby, LOL. It's unfair. Both of my nieces look like me (my brother if you want to be specific) and my own son looks like a Mexican pool boy...

Whatevs.

I tried some new jelly beans. Honey Lovers.



They have good flavoring like Jelly Belly jelly beans, but the finish is all honey. So I wouldn't recommend them if you don't like honey. 5% of the proceeds go to some project to save the honey bee. That's not why I bought them. I bought them because the last pack of gourmet jellybeans I bought had way too many licorice flavored beans. I can't stand licorice or root beer.

That is all.

My crops are ready to be harvested.

:-)

High Five Friday - 7/2/10

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ollowing are this week's (or month's) high fives in no particular order.

American Ethnic Food Section
The right moment to photograph

You can see that I didn't do much blog hopping this week. I was all about Farmville, Mafia Wars & changing my blog template.

A more personal (to me) background image is soon to follow. I just have to figure out what I want it to be, LOL.

That is all.

:-)

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Now playing: Katy Perry - California Girls