• I seem to do this feature a lot on my blog. I thought about doing it once a week on the same day, but my musing and rambling is spontaneous. As rigid as I am, I should take any opportunity to "go with the flow."

• I wish I could find the original author of those bullshit, bigoted emails that are attributed to either Andy Rooney or George Carlin and kick his ass.  First of all BOTH Andy Rooney and George Carlin adamantly deny writing this crap.  Carlin even wrote a response to the crap circling around with his name on it on his website: http://www.georgecarlin.com/home/home.html. Please people, have the decency to TAKE CREDIT FOR YOUR OWN BIGOTRY! As Environgirl always says, "Own your shit!" Quit trying to pass it off on people like Andy Rooney or comic geniuses like George Carlin.

• The 5-HTP is working great! I take it before I go to bed every night. It makes me sleepy and the long term affects are that it really is helping me with my moodiness.  I have this pleasant, "Eh, I don't really give a shit" type of attitude lately. I still get riled up, but I only get up to about an 8 or a 9, not an 11. (that was a very vague reference to the movie Spinal Tap.)

• I'm really starting to like that show "Pushing Daisies". It's one of the few new shows I like. I hope it stays on the air. I'm notorious for getting hooked on shows that get cancelled mid season.

• Never have I felt so violated just by trying on shoes!  As many of my friends know, the Cocoa Goddess admires, but does not do high heels. Two inch heels are just about the limit for me. Once I had to wear three inch heels because I was in my aunt's wedding.  I prayed to Jesus, God and the Virgin Mother the entire time I was standing in those damned shoes.  It didn't help that my uncle, who is a Baptist preacher officiated over the wedding.  He got a bit long-winded and started "feeling the spirit" .  I almost decided to take the opportunity to fake "getting happy" so I could pass out and give my poor feet some relief.  I decided against the blasphemy, though. 

Anyway, I was curious to see how high of a heel I could stand walking in when I was in the shoe aisle in Walmart a couple of days ago.  I tried on some four inch open toed shoes because I know that if I ever had the balls to risk my ankles and neck wearing heels that high, they'd have to be open toed because unfortunately, my father saw fit to pass on the gene for long-assed, finger-toes to me. Wearing closed-toe heels that high would be absolute murder!

 

I wiped the insides of the shoes down with AVON cucumber melon hand sanitizer because they had no footies and oh so carefully put on one shoe and then the other.  I was still standing and my knees and ankles felt sturdy. I decided to venture to the mirror to see if I could walk in them and of course to see if I looked good in them.  As I walked slowly to the mirror, I felt someone watching me.  I turned around and saw a man with a very big smile on his face. He had to weigh about a buck fifty if that. (Why is it that I seem to get hit on by little men?) He said with great enthusiasm, "That's right mama! You gots to try on the open-toed shoes. Pretty Thick sistas like yourself look good in some high-heeled, open-toed shoes!" It wasn't what he said that made me feel a little creeped out, it was the look on his face. He looked like he wanted to suck my toes! I felt so dirty.