Don’t Feed Me Tonight

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This is another parody isn’t it?

Yes, but I didn’t write this one…

Let me guess your brother and something about Star Wars?

Yes, he wrote…No, to Star Wars…

Beatles tune again?

Nope, INXS…See you don’t know everything

Here it is another parody from my talented brother, Oliver.

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Don’t Feed Me Tonight ( Parody of Need YouTonight, by INXS)

All I’ve got is this moment

Should of told you yesterday

You can cook all you want

It won’t turn out good anyway

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So, slide out of there And get me some take-out

Your meat is so raw..

I’ve got to let you know…

I’ve got to let you know…

Your not a good cook…

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Don’t feed me tonight

Cause I’m not eating

There’s something about your food

That makes me sick!

So, how do you feel?

I’m hungry!

What do you think?

You can’t cook at all!

What ya gonna do?

Gonna run for my life!

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So, slide out of there..

And get me some take-out

Your meat is so raw

I’ve got to let you know ..

I’ve got to let you know…

Your not a good cook..

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Don’t feed me tonight

Cause I’m not eating

There’s something about your food

That makes me sick!

So, how do you feel?

I’m hungry!

What do you think?

You can’t cook at all!

What ya gonna do?

Gonna run for my life!

How do you feel?

I’M HUNGRY!

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What do you think?

You can’t cook at all!

What ya gonna do?

Gonna run for my life!

So, slide out of there…

And get me some take-out

Your meat is so raw

I’ve got to let you know..

I’ve got to let you know…

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So, slide out of there…

And get me some take-out

Your meat is so raw

I’ve got to let you know…

I’ve got to let you know…

Your not a good cook…

And here is the real version:

Running away for Ten Minutes

Here is another installment of my walk down childhood lane.
The first post did not get a lot of responses, but is that gonna stop me?
No friggen’ way!
So here is the story of when I ran away:

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Running away for Ten Minutes
All I remember is I was pissed. Pissed at my older sister; I do not remember why or how old I was.
I do know that at eight years older, she probably thought she had a right to boss her little sister around.
I’d show her! I was running away!
She’d be in a panic and would come running out looking for me with tears of regret in her eyes, wringing her hands, and regretting her actions!
That would show her!

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I ran away about 2 inches into the woods and waited and waited and waited…well probably only about 10 minutes and then I ran all the foot and half home expecting hugs, people to be worried, and possibly a chewing out.

None of that happened.

Sister was calmly sitting on the couch watching television when I came in pouting; if she noticed me at all she made no acknowledgement of my presence.
And so I went into the bedroom I shared with two others, a dog, and a cat and cried my little broken heart out, unnoticed and feeling neglected.

Know it All Niece, Ant Hills, Chewing Tobacco, and Old Beer.

I have been amusing myself by writing down some memories of my childhood and thought, dear readers, that I would share some of them with you.  I hope you enjoy them

 


I had a niece who was and still is only 8 months younger than me, despite her younger age however, she had a great head for details, that I did not and she would tell me things that I would scoff at and then later find out were real scientific provable facts and I was indeed very silly and very wrong in my imaginative, but somewhat deranged beliefs.

I hated that I was always wrong and that she liked to show me up and show off my ignorance.

My only revenge at the time was step on the one hundred and fifty thousand (slight exaggeration) ant hills in our very long dirt driveway.

My niece, you see, wanted us all to live in peace and harmony with our ant neighbors and she had a fit when anyone would step on an ant hill declaring in her superior way, “How’d you like if a giant ant stepped on your house?”

I was pretty sure that giant ants did not exist, but with my track record thought it was none to wise to bring that up in case some grown-up could come along and prove me wrong for the ten thousand times in a row.

In stead, whenever I caught her eye, I did a stomp, stomp on the anthill and evilly chuckled to myself.
She was, as well, a goader and I her dimwitted victim.

Not sure how old we were, but once when we were playing in my dad’s car (not really allowed) we found a pouch of chewing tobacco with the words: Cool Mint Flavor on the packaging.

My niece convinced me to try some as mint tasted good, which seemed logical, I had mint flavored candy before and it was tasty.

I never stopped to wonder why she was urging me to try the crap and not chomping down on that “cool mint flavor” herself.

I took a big chunk of the stuff and swallowed. I coughed, turned green, had tears running down my eyes, and had my niece in a panic thinking she killed me. I survived somehow.
The other main incident (Sure, there were others, but I must have blocked them out of my mind) involved a can of beer.

We caught the bus at the end of a very long dirt road (I guess I should explain she lived with us at that time) that ran by the house.

There was a pretty deep ditch, that was dried up and one day we spotted a beer can in it. The beer can was swollen like it was impregnated with a little Ale. (Okay, sorry, that was bad)

Anyway, my niece convinced me to poke it with a stick, why? I have no idea why she suggested it or why I ended up poking it, what I do know is I got showered in old beer.

I went to school smelling like a brewery rather than face the wrath of my mother which I thought would be the greater of the two evils.

I am sure they could smell the beer on me, I could. I often wonder what the school thought about our family and the girl who stunk of old beer.

Welcome Back and “F” You!

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After a month without internet service and a couple of months without blogging much, I come back to my blog to find a long, angry, and ranting reply by a man I will call “Steven”
Why Steven, you ask?
Because, that is how he signed his name, that is why.
Seems Stevie (hope he doesn’t mind me referring to him as Stevie? Actually who cares?) and I do not share the same taste in music.
It seems little Stevie got upset with my posting about the really bad pop songs of my youth.
He was especially upset about my reference to the You Spin Me Right Round Song.
He thought that sufficient enough reason to tell me to “F” off.
News Flash! Steve ol’ boy you don’t have to agree with me…many people don’t…idiots.
However, if you do not play nice, I will and I have removed your rather rude remarks off my site.
Perhaps, had Steven seen fit to disagree politely and be civil I may have read the rest of his rather long winded reply and gave it some credit.

Cell Phones, Interviews, and the Real Me.

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People say you should just be who you are.
I have made a commitment to be who I am, unfortunately, that person is incredibly silly and a bit nettled- headed for all her supposed “smarts”.
I seem to have a lot of problems with cell phones, for example.
I use to forget I even had one and let it die in the bottom of one of the scariest places on earth, the bottom of my purse.
Once, I was in a panic because I misplaced it, where had I missed placed it you asked?
In my hand…yep, you heard that right.
Just like the man who stood yelling at everyone in his house to help him find his glasses only to find them on top of his head. And I am sure I have done that as well.
I washed about 3 cell phones in a row, in the machine, because I forgot they were in the pocket of my jeans.
I told you, already, about the grooving and moving down a hallway where I did not notice that pesky but perfectly visible to the sane security camera.

Silly broad no way you are getting this job.

During that same week we lost power at the one sister’s house I was staying at.
I had to move for one night to the other sisters’, because I had a job interview the next day and needed a shower.
An hour before that interview I noticed a big tare in the shoulder of the dress I had packed to wear.
In a panic I drove to the clothing store and bought a whole new outfit, ran back to the apartment, got myself together, and managed to make it to the interview on time.
Only one slight problem with that scenario….I was a week early…yep…smooth.
I did make the interviewer laugh by reminding him he did say to be early.
Oy! vey! It isn’t easy being me! ;)

Caught in the Groove

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I am living with my sister now,  my finances got pretty bad.

It is a hotel suite, which isn’t bad, but as you can imagine is a bit cramped.

But, that is not the real story and it isn’t that funny, either. ;)

I have been getting up early to roam the hallways, to jog up the stairs, and take care of some restlessness.

I am pretty quiet about it and the hotel is in a small town that is not very busy, so I am not disturbing anyone.

Today, I decided that I would plug my earphones into the portable device I have with me to listen to some music while I did my daily round about.

The top third floor is not occupied, so I thought why not groove a bit while I wandered the hallway?

I was having a great time. On my third trip up, I spotted it…the surveillance camera. :/

Boring Post

Yeah, I don’t post much these days.

What do you mean you have not noticed?

I have been kinda blue and fairly lazy.

Who cares?  Well…I’m sure somebody, somewhere does, possibly.

It is hard to rant these days, even in a insane way and even harder to muse bizarrely.

Yeah, I agree, that last sentence was rather bizarre.

I work, eat, exercise, watch TV, sleep, repeat most days. Yeah I’m living the dream.

No, I wouldn’t call it a nightmare, just boring as hell.

I leave you with a clip of someone more boring than me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it is hard to believe but here is the proof:

There are 3 parts to this speech, but if you make it all the way to the end of this first one you are probably more boring than either of us.

Please note I am not endorsing either religion or atheism , it is just a boring speech ….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz