An empty shell is a sad thing to waste. Occupy it.
Huh? Aren't those brilliant? I could be a philospherist.
So it comes to pass that Jared from Subway is being invaded by agents in Indiana. Hmm. Come what may, but I am not sure if he is a bad child pornographer or just a moob who was associated with the wrong kind. Time will tell. He sure has let himself go. The pressure.
We've decided at work in consensus form that rich people can't just cover up deviance with money. Or do they think they can do and go and see just because they can? I don't know. Maybe Jared isn't a pedophile, but he sure looks like one. I know. That was so mean.
Maybe money just made him a sicko.
Maybe rich people are just vagabonds with a nice home.
Meanwhile, Trump is still getting hammered by the left and hit in the junk financially by the fallout of his comments. I don't really know if it is going to make a difference to him in the long run. I mean, can't he claim a loss as a tax write off? Besides, I am sure he will figure out a way to recover that. It's funny in Hollywood that if you don't comply or conform, they drop you like a hot potato and try to put you under a rock and forget you existed.
However, Cosby is still surviving with supporters. Funny how that works. You can be a serial rapist, but say something a little brash and the world comes to an end.
I should send The Donald a good will greeting with my favorite saying:
Dear Mr. Trump,
Sometimes...just sometimes...it's appropriate to say..FUCK. ME. IN. THE. ASS.
I do get a kick out of what he might say or do next and watch with open eyes and ears. What I might want to know is if the GOP is going to support him if the people vote for him in the primary and would Amarosa be his VP? It's just a thought.
In other non-related news, I am number 5 in the June leader board for our university's Fitbit Challenge. I am number 1 and 2 interchangeably on our office one. The competitor is a friend and he is a super fast runner. Damn. I have to keep on keeping on.
I am pretty excited about that.
July has had a hiatus with my plague being the brick wall to workout success, so it is time to get crackalackin'. I am not far from this health bit to come to a lifestyle change and not be such a challenge. It has become effortless over time which makes my heart sing like a songbird in the warm rain. Actually, I have never heard a bird sing in the rain. I think they hide.
Thanks to Jim M. for referring me to Wahl's Protocol. I have been reading it intently. I like it because not only does it have information on food and how it affects the body, it goes into detail about auto-immune issues and how cells work. Very fascinating. Yes. I like textbooks. Call me weird.
I also have a couple of organic cookbooks and one geared for asthma which I am refreshing my mind on and trying some new things. So far, I have been very frugal while Bug is gone and essentially making a lot of Thai or stir fry items. I try to embrace salad. It doesn't hug very well. I have never been a salad freak, but occasionally I get excited. It doesn't last.
In my mind, I am going to participate in a half marathon in the fall. I might just show up. Participating involves effort and scares me. I can whiz through a 5K and even a 10K, but 13.1 miles is like the fat kid trying to get into skinny jeans.
On the home front, Sheriff Mike came by last night to tell me the city is going to cut my trees down in front of my house and 50 others around town because some people (Lord Farquaad) complained about the problems in the last storm and told the city they were their trees. Face palm.
ME: The hell they are. No one is taking down my tree. I will strap myself to it just like they do in California.
SHERIFF MIKE: Well, don't get all upset. I just thought I would tell ya.
And then he walked home.
It was like he just showed up to get my goat. I would have handed him a sheep. Damn goat farmers.
I decided to call the city myself today. Turns out that is all bullshit and would be too costly for the city. They are going to go on a different street and assess diseased ones and trim some or determine if they need to come down. Well, that may end up costing the homeowner, not the city and it might be a cost sharing dealio. My trees are not an issue I was told.
|Yeah. The men. Worse than the women.|
I swear.I think they like to stir me up for no apparent reason.
Anyway, after I got my panties out of a bunch, I heaved a sigh of relief.
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