Snoring @ MindSay 
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I'm scared, well more exactly I'm afraid. I'm afraid to sleep. I can't seem to get there anymore since someone told me I snore. It seems I don't just snore but I snore like a chainsaw working it's way through a giant redwood.
"But it's ok, you only do it sometimes."
Yes, but which times ? ? ? ! ! !
So now, every time I am just about to fall off to sleep, I wake up with a jolt, afraid I've been snoring again. I bought a mouth-guardy thingy to stop it but that doesn't seem to be doing the trick at all. I've heard you can have an operation to widen the back of your throat to prevent snoring but who can afford that ! ? I just don't know what to do. How is it that I wake up at the sound of a mouse farting but I can sleep through my own chainsaw? I just don't know what to do, any advice people?
Item 2 -
Tom Cruise. OK, now we all know of the far-reaching arms of the "church" of scientology, however this has gone too far. Australia's cowardly publising houses have bowed in unison, to be collectivley anally raped by Mr 'C' and his so-called "church" because of a book that's been written about him.
It seems a Mr Andrew Morton has written an unauthorised biography of the divine Mr 'C' and his church aren't at all happy about it. They have threatened to sue any publisher that puts the book to print in Oz as well as anywhere else. Of course our American cousins have chosen to weather the storm-in-a-teacup and go to print anyways. Good for them I say, but we really must teach our own cowardly custards to stand up and pull faces at their enemies.
Here's what I suggest: We in Oz, should all go to Amazon.com and purchase a copy of this book. Here's the link. . .
That way we all get to thumb our noses at the bullies and at the same time, punish our cowardly establishment for not doing their job and upholding our right and our freedom to read.
I don't really care about Tom, or his religion, or his life story (yawn) but I do care about censorship.
I wonder if the scientologists will sue me? Be interesting won't it?
I think I forgot to share that we sold our bird Ziggy to the pet sitter...yep.. we did.. it was getting harder and harder to keep this small apartment clean with all of Ziggy's messes from here and across the room, and when the pet sitter told me how much she and her daughter just loved Ziggy and wanted to get one too, I gave it some thought over the next couple of days, then offered it to her. She about cried on the phone with her gratitude to me..and that made me feel like it was a good choice. But I will have to admit, when I came home to get the big cage to bring over to her, I was slightly sad and thought.. geez..what did I do!?! We only had little ziggy for 4 months, but he was/is a cutie patootie.. I know he will have a good home with his new family tho, and my apartment can go back to being clean again. When we move to a bigger place, we can perhaps reevaluate and get another bird. Never another Ziggy I know, but another one just the same :)
Ok..gonna try to go back to bed now, snoring seems to have abbated, and I am cooled down now :-)
Dawn
Sleep is one thing that will never go out of style. When you were a baby you slept a lot. When you were growing up Mom sent you off to bed early at night. As an adult your aim was to snag at least eight hours of sleep nightly. Nothing like waking up the next morning fresh and bright from a good night's restful sleep.
Some of us sink right into sleep the moment our heads touch the pillow. Some turn and toss in bed but cannot sleep a wink. Their problem is either physical, mental or medical. They try sleeping pills, herbal medicine or Chinese accupuncture. Some try counting sheep. Some talk to the Shepherd. In any case, sleep either enfolds them or eludes them. In the good old days, legends told of heavy sleepers who fell sleep under some kind of magic or enchantment.
Rip Van Winkle was a happy-go-lucky, henpecked husband. One day he climbed the Kaatskills Mountains and came upon some elves playing ninepins. He found flasks lyimg on theground in which the elves filled with some kind of brew. He took a sip too many from the flasks and fell asleep immediately. He slept for twenty years. When he woke up, he found himself alone. He decided to return home. He found a lot of changes in his neighborhood. The old neighorhood was not the place he left when he went up the mountain. None of his old friends were around. The people he met and saw were strangers.
Then there was the lovely princess, put to sleep by an enchantment thrown at her by a vengeful uninvited guest. She slept a hundred years. She was known as The Sleeping Beauty.
Epimenides, a Greek poet, fell asleep in a cave when he was a boy. He woke up 57 years later, possessed of all wisdom in the world . His tale is known in story as The Sleeper.
Finally, there are the Seven Sleepers of Ephesus, seven Christian youths in the time of the pagan Roman Emperor Diocletian. To escape the Roman persecution of Christians, the Seven hid inside a cave and went to sleep. They snoozed, perhaps even snored, for 200 years. When they woke up Theodosius II was Emperor of Rome. Their world had changed. Rome had become Christian during the reign of Emperor Constantine. Christianity was now revered not hated nor detested.
It would seem the sleepers only took an beauty nap. Sleeping Beauty and the Seven Sleepers awakened with their youth still intact. They slept until their slumber was disturbed by a Prince Charming in the case of Sleeping Beauty, or because simply, it was time for them to get up as with the Seve Sleepers of Ephesus. Rip Van Winkle fell asleep in the prime of his life and woke up still in hs prime; sleep overtook Epimenides the Poet when he was a boy and woke up 57 years later a man.
To sleep deep and heavy like Rip Van Winkle, or Sleeping Beauty, or Epimenides, or any one of the Seven Sleepers of Ephesus, that is the the dream (pardon the play on words) of sleep-deprived insomniacs. A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest (Proverbs 24:33-34). That would be heaven sent.
I went to lunch a few days ago at one of my favorite BBQ Joints called "Memphis Minnies, located on "Haight" Street in Haight Ashbury. The food is so good it makes my fat ass wanna cry. I ordered the Pork Sandwich, Fries, and lots of beer.......If you've never seen a grown man cry, follow me to Minnies. The food is that good.
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As most of you already know, I love to eat. I don't much care that I'm a fat slob as long as my belly is full at all times. If any of you Mindsay Bloggers live in or near San Francisco, please visit Memphis Minnies for some of the best BBQ you'll ever eat.
After lunch I went to "City Lights" bookstore on Columbus St.....the bookstore is owned by a friend of Jack Kerouac's. It's a great bookstore, one of my favorites. I will drive into the city just to buy a book from them instead of the large Chains.....Fuck em, I like the Independent book sellers. There are three things in life that put a smile on my face more than anything else....they are food, books, and great coffee.....Ooopps, I forgot beer. I suppose I love to fart most of all.
There is nothing like letting a really loud fart after a big meal, especially if it's a long wet one. People shouldn't fall asleep around me because I am known for putting my big fat crack in their face, and farting while they snooze. I did it to my younger brother one time, and I thought he was gonna kill me. He jumped up off the couch where he had been napping and chased me around the house calling me a "fucking sick bastard", and said "he would kill me if he got his hands on me". LOL
Another time I was at a friends house watching movies with him when the skinny fucker fell asleep on his sofa. He started snoring so loud I couldn't hear the dialogue in the movie....and there is nothing worse than missing dialogue during a good movie. The more he snored the madder I got.
After about ten minutes of listening to him snore, I had had enough! I walked over to the jackass and dropped my pants so the fart would be louder, and smell real good in his bespeckled face. I let loose with a mighty roar. The son of a bitch woke up and screamed bloody murder. The dude thought I was trying to have sex with him after he saw my dropped drawers.
I said, "WHAT DID YOU SAY FUCK-BOY"......Oh No, Chevy don't swing that way".....I blew a fart in his face again, but this time I actually sat on his face, but not putting my full weight down on him. The second fart was mightier than the first one and smelled ten times worse..........My friend Glenn who is no longer my friend...LOL....said "he'd kill me too if he ever got the chance".
The moral of this story is..........DO NOT fucking fall asleep anywhere near me if you snore, grind your teeth, talk in your sleep, or are just annoying while I am trying to watch a movie....because I don't care who you are.....I will fart in your fucking face!
28 days until Christmas!!!!
It's raining, it's pouring
the old man is snoring.........
We are having a thunder storm in November? What's up with that?
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