Sunday, August 23, 2009

This is too unreal

This is the craziest stuff I have ever heard. Have you ever seen the commercials on tv that talk about the advantages of certain misc. drugs like allery medications and cold meds? Well, while I was attempting to nap a moment ago, I had the tv on, trying to fall asleep to it, and heard this faintly in the background:

Blah blah blah ... if you have SEVERE PROBLEM ACNE ... blah blah blah ... ASK YOUR DR. IF ... blah blah blah ... some side effects may be:

... Difficulty breathing; closing of your throat; swelling of your lips, face, or tongue; hives, hallucinations, abnormal behavior, or severe confusion, headache, drowsiness, dizziness, or clumsiness; nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, or constipation, depression, muscle aches or pains; vivid or abnormal dreams; memory loss ...
*PERK*
OMG! just to get rid of a zit!!!!!?????
But wait! Hold the phone cuz this is the best part:
... Soon after, a rash may appear - most often on your upper body or head. It may look like acne or dry skin. This is a common reaction. Your doctor may prescribe drugs to help heal the rash. If you do get a rash, do not stop taking the medication unless instructed to do so by your doctor.
Sweet Jeezus! Isn't this what the you were trying to avoid in the first place?????
So lemme get this straight ... I have acne right? ... and I wanna get rid of it so I take a medication that not ONLY can cause me to go into cardiac arrest, fall down or bump into stuff after having nightmares, explode from an abnormal bowel movement and not even know who or where I am while i'm doing it and then probably shrivel up and die, BUT can also make me look 10 times worse than I started out?????
What the HEC are they thinking?! And then they say whatever you do, do NOT stop taking the drug cuz their gonna prescribe even MORE drugs when the bad stuff starts gawd bless their little hearts!
To get rid of a zit! Do you hear me? A zit!

The "Inky Pinky Spirits".

My grand daughter. I think she's psycho. Haily, who I call "Moochie" is 4 years old and has begun to either develope an imagination, as kids will do, or, she has lost her ever-loving mind.
She tells me tonight on the phone, that she is being followed
and threatened by "The Inky Pinky Spirits". Her mother (my daughter Lisa) tells me that Moochie is standing in the middle of the living room with a pot on her head, a scarf around her neck and wielding a spatula. So I tell Lisa to put Moochie on the phone:

Me: "Moochie, what are you doing?"
Moochie: "I waiting! The Inky Pinky Spirits are comin' to get me!"
Me: "Who the hec are The Inky Pinky Spirits?"
Moochie: They are the BIG spirits with fur on their hats and green teeth, and they're trying to get me to do stuff!"
Me: What are they trying to get you to do?"
Moochie: They want me to mess up my room and slap my mommy in her big head!"
Me: Complete silence.
Moochie: "Do you know them?"
Me: "No Moochie, I don't know them, but why do you think they want you to mess up your room and slap your mommy in her big ... uhhh ... in her head?"
Moochie: "Cuz, cuz, cuz ... my mom ... my mom won't let me call Auntie Leah in Ohio!"
Me: "But Moochie, didn't you tell The Inky Pinky Spirits that Auntie Leah doesn't have a phone?????"
Moochie: "Yessssss I did grandma dangggg! *sounds of annoyance on the other end* But they said she probably has a cell phone!"
Me: *drops head to desk* ...
Moochie: "You wanna hear what they made me say?"
Me: "Sure, why not ..."
Moochie: "Me, Hailey Elizabeth Zamora who is going to kendygarden next time after the bus comes to my house if my mom wakes me up, says I have honor and justice for all to The Inky Pinky Spirits hallelujah!"
Me: "Moochie, let me talk to your mother please ..."

This is where I tell Lisa to watch her back and that her daughter needs therapy. Actually, I believe her imagination comes from her parents letting her watch R rated movies all the time ... but therapy couldn't hurt at this point.

Where did THAT one come from???


I recieved a comment to a post in another of my blogs that has me going "say what?". Here it is as follows:

gmc said...

dear debi,
it was funny to read your autoportait as goobergirl but are your sure that such a wonderful girl like you need to be a warrior only interested by wars for nothing existing in this world (truth, justice and the american way); is it not for thoses reasons (instead of basically controlling oil resources) that everyday american soldiers are dying in iraq?
truth and justice are not parts of the american way; the american way is "in greed we trust"
snowing kisses from france! 7:02 AM

*BLINK*BLINK*

So, I go to his blog to explain (which i'm now almost-kinda-maybe-sorta-outta the mood to do NOR do I think I have to) and it's in French! Sheesh! And I took Spanish in school instead! *Shaking head*.

Ok, so gmc, if you come back to read my blog again, listen carefully ...

First off, I thank you very kindly for visiting my blog and greetings to France !!!!!
Let me explain my bio to you. It is the opening dialog from the old Superman Tv show back in the 1950's with Superman's name substituted for my nickname Goobrgrl.
Even tho we stand for the same things, Goobrgrl is not really Superman.
The original dialog is below:

"Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful that a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound!"
"Look! Up in the sky!"
"It's a bird!"
"It's a plane!"

"It's - SUPERMAN!" "Yes, it's Superman - strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman! Who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for Truth, Justice, and the American Way!"


So don't get your panties in a bunch ... *rolling eyes*. I, am not Superman. Superman was not about war, nor was that dialog suggesting such.
*takes a deep breath, here we go ...*
... he came here as a baby from the planet Krypton and when he grew up he decided to use his superhuman powers for the benefit of humanity and was ALL about helping people to overcome bad situations and saving the world from disaster and harm!
*BIG inhale, gasping for air sits up straight and puts on a smile*
So see? *cheezy grin, soft voice* ... I was not making light of all those who have died in the war in Iraq ... so calm down little buckaroo and y'all come back and see me sometime :)

Times have SO changed.

I was talking with a friend about her 27 year old daughter and the girls' recent confession that she had lost her virginity at the age of 12. My friend was mortified to hear this. Not just because 12 is such a young age, that was bad enough, but because the girl couldn't even remember the event. It seems she's had experiences since then that over-shadowed the event. That made my eyebrows raise too!
I'm not niave nor a prude. I know what young people do and have been doing since even I was a teenager. But, I at least remember my first time for heavens sake.
*A memory bubble forms above my head* ...
I was 17. We were in his parents yellowish colored Impala on Signal Hill. "Easy" by The Commodors had been playing on the radio (no, I wasn't easy at all believe me, I put him off for a year and a half) and I remember feeling so much heart-felt emotion that night. I had on a multi-colored blue striped V-neck sweater top that buttoned up the front; I remember this top because he wore "Brute" cologne and I wouldn't wash that top for weeks afterwards forcing my mother to throw it out lol. 32 years later, I can still remember everything that was spoken in that car and every emotion I felt that night. Right or wrong ... I remember it all.
Why? because I was "in love" ... which sadly, young people really aren't so much nowadays (from what I'm hearing) when they choose to give of themselves for the first time.
I won't get into the moral or religious aspect of when a person is supposed to lose their virginity.
People have different beliefs and opinions about that. What concerns me is why it happens the way it does and how it differs so from my generation.
My friends' daughter told her that she did however remember that she felt she was way behind her other friends and was stressing quite a bit over when she would finally catch up and be able to tell of her experience. She also remembered that she was more popular in the school year that followed it seemed, so that gave her the incentive to be even more promiscous.
I felt sorry for my friend and the saddness she felt for her daughter in that ... a moment, that was supposed to be so special regardless of right or wrong or what was to happen in the future, was lost to peer pressure, anxiety and what a lot of parents say is the desensitization of our youth over the past 2-3 decades.
That, is a whole other issue that i'll have to get into some other time, but my friends' story is a sad one nonetheless, which prompted me to call my kids and ask them how much they allow their children to know and the things they teach them about love, feelings and relationships.
I can now see I have my work cut out for me after some of the things I heard ...




Sunday, August 16, 2009

The songs in my head

Did you ever hear a song and then have it stick in your head the entire day? You know where it came from and after singing it 50 times in your head, you start cussing the person who played it to begin with.
Well, what I wanna know is, where do the songs come from that up wake up with?
Every morning I wake with a new one and I have no clue who/what planted it in my subconsience!
This mornings song is STILL with me. It's the "Fruit of the loom unwear song; You Can't Overlove Your Underwear" lol. Don't ask me where it came from because as far as I know, that commercial is ancient and hasn't aired in over a year!
I have a sneeeeeaky suspicion, that the sandman, well, at least MY sandman, is a dead DJ who likes to play jokes lol.

Here ya go, just so i'm not the ONLY one stuck with it lol ... go ahead, I DARE YA!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rozPVy0Rx-s

daddy wears his t-shirt in the cold kentucky rain...while a boy in pure white briefs looks out the foggy window pane...even though his hamster dies he finds comfort this i swear....cuz YOU CANT OVER LOVE YOUR UNDERWEAR! CUZ COMFORT AGE IS FOUND IN TEDDY BEARS...theres no labels hanging anywhere...no you cant ever over love..over love ur underwear

Dueling Banjo's

I put that song (from the movie "Deliverance") on my iPod months ago in an attempt to expose myself to more of the country culture. Tonight I finally listened to it while I walked to the C-store down the street and O-M-G. With earplugs in, I got the full impact of the song ... every banjo lick, pluck by pluck ... and on Bishop ave in Rolla Mo ... I almost had a freaking stroke lol.
That tune is HOT! Now that is one ass kickin' tune I tell you! I made it just about to the Donut King and my heart started racing so fast and hard that I had to stop for a minute just get get steady again lol. Dueling Banjo's ROCKS!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Line dancing, a step into the afterworld.

Every Saturday night I watch this show called "St. Louis Country" which takes place in a bar/club in St louis, and hosts country music videos in between watching a huge floor of people line dancing. Actually, I don't really watch it, I have it on behind me so I can do my computer work without having on a real show that i'm tempted to be distracted by. But occasionally I need to take a break and I will give it a few minutes of my attention. Here's what I have discovered: People who line dance look bored as hell. If not, then they're the walking dead lol.
Back in the 70's, we use to do the original line dance ... the hustle! Now that was fun. You could change it up, shake your groove thang and get crazy with that one. But country line dancing? No way. Arms do not move while line dancing i've noticed, they hang/dangle at ones sides. There's no booty shaking, no smiling like they're having agreat time, and everyone looks like they're really thinking of what their gonna make for dinner tomorrow lol.
But the names of these dances actually sound like they offer the dancer a really good time ... givin' enough booze that is; The Cotton eyed Joe, Tush Push, Funky Ranch Slide and the Mardi Gras Mambo ... but watch 'em dance them lol. The movements/steps do NOT live up to the names, that's for sure. I'm thinking that country music, in a bar setting, puts the listener in a zombie-like trance rendering them powerless to fight the urge to stand amid several rows of people and move expressionless to the drawl and twang of country music. Uhhhh, no thanks. I can get that same kinda exercise walking from my desk to the bathroom thank you. Lol.

Why did I get a cell phone?

Do I really want to stress myself out this much? As a person who campaigns to educate the modern world of rude cell phone users (which is another whole rant entirely) ... I now have one. Yep, I have entered the 21st century. Go figure. I really have no major use for one considering I hate talking on phones period and rarely even talk on my landline. I'm a texting online kinda girl :)
Now, i'm not technologically challenged on a normal basis. I can operate any office equiptment you put in front of me and computers ... well there's not a thing I can't do on one and I can recite html and css in my sleep.
But "The cell phone" is another story. Was it this difficult for every new user?
My biggest problem at this point in my communication learning adventure, is trying to change the ringtone from "Club Mix", which sounds like an array of classic gay club tunes ... No offence to gay people intended bytheway, 1/3 my friends are gay for goodness sake, but I don't want to hear wave versions of Cher tunes when someone calls me lol. All I want is a classic bell ring, is that too much to ask for? But where to change that setting is totally eluding me. I have studied the manual like nobody's business, all 83 pages of it but when I click this and click that as it explains ... it's not the same! So for now it remains on vibrate in my pocket lol.