Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Now here's some inspiration. And, truth be told, I much prefer the new Britney over the old one.
Thinking maybe I can make a come-back in the bod department, myself. Yes, I'm thinkin' so. Spring is in the air, after all.
Hmmm. Also thinking I need to declutter so I can really get my moves on...
"Where to start?" she asks, pressing the video play button again and kicking furniture out of the way.
Friday, March 27, 2009
You may have heard of the plant belladonna, which by Italian definition means beautiful lady. This particular plant was once used by women as eye drops.
Because belladonna extract dilates the pupils. It was thought that dilated pupils on a woman was a sign of sexual beauty, as dilated pupils are a sign of arousal. In truth, what it did, was cause their iris' to malfunction, disinheriting them from their ability to constrict properly. Not only that, but belladonna caused blurry vision as well as increased heart rates, repeated use causing blindness.For those of you who don't know, belladonna, or Deadly Nightshade is "a perennial herbaceous plant that has bell-shaped flowers and shiny black berries." Oddly enough, this flowering, berry budding herb is related to, yes, potatoes, tomatoes, and eggplants. But this is one plant you probably DON'T want to eat.
Why? It is toxic. In fact, "it is one of the most toxic plants found in the Western Hemisphere." Yesindeedee.
What makes it so toxic is it's high levels of alkaloids, or organic compounds / poisons.
What can it do to you?
- Well, for one, you'll see things that aren't there (or perhaps they are),
- blurred vision (and I don't mean from being too tired or too drunk to funk, though you may feel that way),
- and tachycardia, which is, as you may have guessed from the root word cardia, rapid heart rate above 100 beats per minute (in an adult).
To read more about this multifaceted and interesting plant, check out THIS WIKIPEDIA LINK.
The Deadly Nightshade Family Singers
Yes, there is such a group and you may well have heard of them. They are, or shall I say were, a Minnesota band with an eclectic sound. Often times dressed in glittering superhero capes or choir robes, at times even tyvec waste clean up suits and other oddities, they found it hard to secure a good gig, or any gig at all, even though their audience would have surely followed.
They finally met their demise and piddled out in September of 2000. A sad day indeed. Perhaps they should have done a rethink on their band name, as appropriate as it was, they were in for it from the start I suppose. Their rendition of Brazil is my personal favorite, if you come across it, it's a keeper.
I must say some good came of it, however. Their lead singer, Randall Throckmorton (Think Tony Randall, Third Rock (or the rock), and Morton salt), is still out and about, with the sound that made The Deadly Nightshade Family Singers what they were.Randall's songs are often melancholy, and reminisce of the old days of railway cars and cross country radio singers, dusty roads, tent towns, whiskey, line mustaches, and waxed hairdos on slick men.
For more on The Deadly Nightshade Family Singers, visit http://minnewiki.publicradio.org/index.php/Deadly_Nightshade_Family_Singers or http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=85581946 (great rendition of "Charlie" found here.
Second photo found at NHS Blog Doctor (a wonderful, often lighthearted blog you will surely find pleasing).
Monday, March 23, 2009
Each day there is an article of the day from wikipedia. Today's article has to do with one of the gifts of the three wise men; the very same gift that is burned as incense in most churches for thousands of years. The smell is, to me, inseparable and directly correlated with the intrigue of old, ornate churches, and old sermon styles and hymns. It adds to the atmosphere. Too much of it and you pass out thanking Jesus. Too little and you catch yourself sniffing deep.
Apparently Frankincense has been linked to curing bladder cancer. "...researchers believe an enriched extract of the frankincense herb boswellia carteri may help fight bladder cancer. In laboratory experiments, the oil suppressed cancer growth and induced apoptosis, a process also known as programmed cell death." Interesting stuff.
Click HERE to get the full scoup on this exciting approach and correlation. It will take you to a bunch of news articles that talk about it. Pretty cool. Now if they can just find a cure for other cancers, like breast cancer, that would be just fine by me.
As always, thanks for reading,
Photo credit by Sea Moon, titled "Fine Frankincense" © All rights reserved, can be found on flickr, and was taken on July 15, 2008 and uploaded March 5, 2009.
Okay, brief sidetrack there. So I was watching television today and after Ellen is Days of our Lives, painstakingly awful, but I kept it on because it gave me a nice brain dead buzz. We all need one of those every once in a while, don't we? Well, I'm glad I did, because had I not kept my television tuned onto Days, as it's called by fans, not me, I'm not a fan, and turned it off instead, I would have missed "Show Me St. Louis".
They also clean each room from the top down (one of my personal tricks). This way, the dirt goes down, down, down, the further down you go, until, finally, it all ends up on the floor. Then its vac or mop and voila, you're done and all is clean.
Telephones, light switches and door knobs are all wiped down as well (another one of my tricks). Where people's hands go, I go, and so should you, every time you do a thorough cleaning, which should be once a month in most households; singles or super clean keep-my-hands-to-myself people can get away with a thorough cleaning like this once a season. I'm not certain if they do, but I also include doors; especially the middle knob area, as most people's hands hold, linger, open, and close with their hand attached to this spot as opposed to the doorknob. And lets not forget door frames Those suckers connected to the wall get some good action. You'd be surprised at the dirt you'll find on your towel or cloth after a good wet swipe. Your house will look surprisingly cleaner when you're done. Don't believe me? Give it a try.
Housekeeping at Four Seasons also have another trick up their sleeve which helps keep their vacuum cleaners shiny and new. They use a cloth cover for the nose on their vacuum cleaners. I myself know how ugly a scuffed up vacuum cleaner can be, however I choose the used and loved look for my vacuum cleaner.
Fact: At Four Seasons Hotel, the housekeeping staff takes 40 minutes to clean one room and each cleans 11 rooms a day.
How do they get into shape? They stretch and do a little jogging in place. I'm serious. Each morning before getting started, they all meet in the housekeeping office and do a group warm up. Its mandatory. It keeps them in shape and gets them ready to take on those rooms so your stay can be as fresh and cozy as possible.
With a staff and housekeeping as great as this, it's no wonder Four Seasons is St. Louis' best and only five star hotel. So if you're ever looking to visit, or just want to get out of the house and have someone else cook and clean for you for a change, I recommend Four Seasons St. Louis hotel. I believe you just can't go wrong with this one.
Thanks for reading. Comments always welcome.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Bought some milk and bananas today. Made a smoothie. Smelled and looked great. Used the blender you gifted me for my birthday. Cat drank the smoothie then puked. Won't be using the blender again. Writing to see if you wanted it back.
P.S. Can't find the cat.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Whores, he'd meant to say. Whores. That's what they were. Lipstick freshened every moment. Lips plumped in wait for an "Innocent encounter". Pretending to take offence to cash if left on the bedside; believing their whoring had gone unnoticed (oh could they smirk) when given a credit card. What was the difference?
The men were whores as well. After his money and pieces of him. Though not willing to put out anything for it. Thank god for that. Greasy, buffed out bumps of life that they were. Thinking their crotches a perfect match for rosebud lips, yet stuffing them into the decaying mouths of trash. Laughing about it all the while.
In that, though, was he any different? When feeling the perfumed bodies of his affairs. Tarnishing the reputation they thought was uplifted by the mere fact that it was "his soul" they had reached. What did they expect? That he would marry them? That he would give them a good letter of recommendation? That he would sacrifice his position?
He let them believe his undying love. His secret love for them. His private, hidden from the public eye love. Their own crotches wet at the thought. So easy and smooth, pouted like their lips, ready to suck him dry of everything.
In this place, so soothingly murky and pallid in ambiance, he was free to entertain his desires. Without being talked about. The widening of his pupils could here be construed as simple adjustment to the dim lighting. One day She would enter a room. He fantasized this often. The tawdry waitress. He would surprise her. She wouldn't expect it. He would reach for her naked thigh beneath her skirt. It would press against his hand and slightly quiver then melt. He would pull her to him by the waist. She would let out a defeated breath of sound.
"What'll it be?"
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