Shallow Depth

I should admit that the term "Jane, you ignorant slut" (or "JYIS"for shortened)  has always made me laugh, and I blame Saturday Night Live, with Jane Curtin & Bill Murray. for that. I know the term isn't exactly flattering. It just makes me laugh. Always has. I Love the name Jane. Weird. The evolution of shock comedy, I was around for that... Then it became just plain stoopid, and I gave up.

I am soo shallow, I'm actually deep with shallowness.

If it isn't funny right away, it really isn't funny. I've never used the JYIS in public company, of course, but since I get little (yes, my choice) company at all, I have to be careful when I DO (gasp) go out, because my inappropriateness keeps shining through. Like I bought what I considered a plain, light weight (it's HOT here, and my car A/C can quit) black dress for a very sad funeral (my Dad's dearest  BF/BIL).
I asked the clerk, can I wear this in public? She answered suuuure. I didn't say I was going to a funeral, of course. BIG mistake. HUGE.  I just am hopeless, I tell ya... I basically wore a nightie. At least it came down to my knees. My siblings are gonna laugh about this for years...

Some things just aren't funny. I won't go into them here, because everyone doesn't want to hear about it anyway, it's all over the news. Just watch it. Believe me, you'll find something that REALLY isn't funny.

Anyway, who cares about thaT. What about MEeEEeeeEEEEee.  You too, of course, otherwise I wouldn't have started typing ANYthing. But some of you (still?) ping me, even though I'm an animal-wights oddist. I stand for chickens everywhere. Horses too, but never mind.

I tell animal wights people that we've got no right to say animals have rights, since WE caught them and bred them and domesticated the ever loving hell out of them. Animal wights people HATE that, dunno why. Anti-animal wights peeps hate me too, I've noticed. Ah well. Can't please everyone, or is that anyone, in my case?

I eat meat, still. Oh, the horror. But I've cut back, and so far, I haven't died. I'll keep ya posted on that, for sure.

My whole life has been one long biology experiment anyway, I've been keeping myself fascinated for years. I love experiments.

For instance, (you KNEW there was a forinstance) I was raised on sugary foods and all that good stuff. I lived on Coca-cola while I was teaching. I have a horrific sweet tooth, really kept the old dentist busy in my growing years (thanks Parents!) In May or so, Doctor decided I was sortanotquite reallydiabetic. "Pre-diabetic" Doctor called it. Although I was previously amazed my normal body function tests hadn't registered my habit of eating dark chocolate m&m's INSTEAD OF real food, my blood tests finally came back with an tiny little EEEK.

Well, not really. I had been uber-stressed over Dad, who is doing amazing, his Doctor says he has a higher power looking after him now. Anyway. I sorta had symptoms, eye-wise and exhaustion-wise and generally tired-wise, and I was dumb about my diet while he was scaring the heck out of us.

I was too busy/stubbornly oblivious to change. WELL.

Doctor said I had to cut back on potatoes and pasta. Of course, my favourites carbs. Checking the sugar in what you buy is an eye-opening, ANNOYINGLY so, because now I need glasses to read the fine print, experience. They put that sugar in EVERYthing.

Was there any point to this post?

Um, no. Not this time. I just wanted to show my appreciation for the pingers.

Do you know, I'm STILL tinkering with these darned images. Everytime I think I've made it clear, I see something that doesn't look perfect. It's a darned sign-makers curse, I tell ya.

Maybe I should just give it a title. "Horse Comfort Zone". But then I'd have to post the DIScomfort Zone, wouldn't I....

(poof!)

Strange Days, indeed

I watched the oddest TV commercial tonight, for a product I won't need to name, once I'm done. I hope. The product promised to remove odours from rooms filled with  rotting, mouldy food/poopy pets/I don't even want to know.. "Contestants" were blind-folded, and led into this truly disgusting messy room, clearly odorous, BUT the miracle product had been used. The players didn't smell a thing! Isn't that great?? The product REMOVES smells! Um, our scent sense was developed to warn us of bad stuff. Like mould. Like rotten, shitz producing food. Like feces, for cryin' out loud! What about the SOURCE of the smell, how do we eliminate that??

Why in blooody heck aren't we just cleaning up instead? I mean, hello. It's like we're being encouraged to be total slobs or something. Let's get on "Canada's Dirtiest House"! Tonight, on HGTV! WEIRD. Heck, "my" house has been very well qualified as a showcase of filth for years, but I sure didn't want a spray to mask how yucky it was. That's just wrong.
My husband used the product once, in this fairly (okay, mostly incredibly) stinky house. My lungs said NO. They just closed when I smelled that stuff. I'd rather know what I'm breathing, myself.
Maybe it's just me.


My nose is the happiest it's been in a LONG time! The ecological disaster has been (mostly) eradicated!
No products have been used that are designed to kill my scent sniffer.

My Nose being so tiny and delicate and all.

Not.

Wha's your favourite smell?
For me, cinnamon. Cinnamon rules.
Horses are second, by a nose.
Huge hugs to all who continue to bravely ping here. Your pings mean a lot. My pingolator has pretty much croaked.
OH, and Butch is still avidly reading.

It takes him forever to turn the pages, poor old dear. He hit 55 this year, and has earned his honourable retirement.