Some of you know this already. But I am going on public record saying, “I am afraid of lightning.” I know. I know five-year olds are afraid of lightning. So let’s just say I never quite got over it. Anyway, the reason I bring this up is that there are thunderstorms in the city tonight and? I am starting to think. Should I cancel my birthday karaoke because of the lightning? I will not. I will carry on but just know peoples, Desi no like lightning.
In the news: MICHAEL PHELPS!
I was watching the Olympics and was confused because it seemed like we were swimming for days on end and I couldn’t figure out why they would only run one Olympic event at a time. I then realized they are showing all of Michael Phelps’ events. Those other Olympians in other sports will just have to be shown when Michael is done. It’s like Michael Phelps and the rest of the Olympians (there are over 200 Olympians). I think Phelps is great. I also think Dana is amazing at 41 competing and Justin is amazing in gymnastics and the girls have been kicking butt in multiple events and the track girls have hot abs and the volleyball team has great legs and I love watching the swim women walk away because their backs look so good in their uniforms. I mean the front of the uniform is ugly but the backs of these women, DAMN!!
What was I talking about? Right, I was complaining about Olympic Coverage. But all this doesn’t matter because the others are not Phelps. I should have purchased the $200 Time Warner Olympics Package so that “I could watch the entire Olympics, like I want to.” NBC sucks!
Also, I was not able to watch the opening Ceremony because Judy had a birthday party. I did not want to go to the party I wanted to watch the opening, I used to watch the Olympic Opening with my Mom, it was a big thing. Anyway, the odd thing was even after I heard the astounding reviews. I was glad I went and hung out with family. I love you, Judy.
In other news:
War between Russia and Georgia! I watch the news when I wake up (read pre-coffee) So I was very confused about why Russia would bomb Atlanta? It’s gotten much better since the Olympics in ’96. This was a very quick moment. I then began my morning mantra “Oh god, I really need coffee, I really need coffee.” To make sure we all understand Russia is at war with Georgia or Sakartvelo in Eurasia. Not with Georgia the state in the US of A with the coca cola products.
Speaking of coffee, (so much editing was done. I don’t feel like changing this intro. Deal with it) I am addicted to the stuff. A highlight of my coffee addiction: On my way to meetmy husband I had some coffee. I was meeting him for coffee, so I had to quickly down that coffee so that I could have more coffee two blocks later. I bet a 12 – step program would help. My therapist, excuse me, HOT THERAPIST says that If I don’t have coffee I am not going to suddenly fall down in the middle of a class from exhaustion. But how does she know? How does she really know?
Melynda has a favorite blog, which is not my blog, by the way (whatevs!) I visited that so-called great blog and it is really funny and made me laugh. Then I began to think how could I beat her blog and destroy it? How can I become the MICHAEL PHELPS! of blogs? I thought (read obsessed) about this for a ½ hour do I want to be the Michael Phelps of Blogs? Not really, but I can post more often. I have to figure out how to work my blog from any computer. Honestly, it means remembering the password and such but I want my readers to believe I go through a deep creative and technical process to produce this for you. For instance I need to go see the “blog Gods” at the top of “Mount iApple” right now for the daily prayers. BRB
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Musical interlude
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“what the world needs now is love, sweet love…”
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I’m back.
My sister had surgery this week for a problem she should have taken care of 4 years ago. It really freaked me out. I started thinking of my mom in the hospital and how didn’t call her in those last few days. But I chanted, went to see her and got through it. There is some residual feelings left over but I got through it with Katy and hot therapist’s help. Let’s reflect on the sad times…. And scene.
“A message to Facebookers”
People of Facebook, Do not ask me to be your friend if we are not friends. I like real friends made of flesh and bone. People who burp in front of me and I can say “score!” to. People who I can smell and say hey you were at New York Sports Club and we know what that is. Someone I can have a beer with and say “Andrew says hi” and they know who the hell I am talking about. What is wrong with you? Do you really have 2853 friends? What is a friend? Were you absent that day in kindergarten? Was their no review class on this? It’s a mental issue people. Go outside. Those things on two legs walking around are people. Talk to them. Make a real friend.
On the same note, friends on Facebook, It’s ok to ask someone who wants to be your friend who they are? Send a little note, “who this is?” or be coy “ Oh my god when did I last see you?” Don’t friend suggest them to me because you really want me to do the research and see if we know them! I get a friend suggestion and I think oh “Bobo knows them, they must be from that Turkish prison I like.” Then I realize that this person who was suggested to me has over 3300 friends. And they want to know what New York is like in winter, do I take the subway, how many times have I been mugged, am I wearing underwear? Suddenly, I am at the post office insuring and shipping $34 worth of dirty underwear to some guy named Phil inBoca , who I thought knew my friend Bobo from Turkish prison!
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