I've been a little out of sorts due to an unexpected surgery and I haven't posted in a few weeks. It's nice to finally feel well again and I'm looking forward to these blasted stitches coming out. Being stuck indoors for an entire week can make one go quite mad. So mad in fact, that one may write a letter to oneself in regards to their missing piece...
Dear Appendix,
I've known you for a mere 32 years and I am in mourning over your sudden departure. I always thought you were such a good appendix too. I never knew that you would one day turn on me and leave me to fend for myself. You were such a quiet little thing. You never misbehaved or caused alarm so this was very unexpected. I thought that we would grow old together and see each other through the good times and the bad. I will never forget the news that you were going to be leaving me and I will always think of you when I look at these little scars on my belly. Rest in peace my dear friend. There will never be another appendix like you. You will always be a piece of me.
Yours truly,
Melissa
So the next time any of you are walking around and the right side of your stomach hurts and you don't feel quite right, just think about how it could be your dear little friend turning against you. You might want to go the hospital and get checked out so the little guy doesn't throw a tantrum and burst. Just saying.
So I thought I would share a little conversation I overheard at Whole Foods...
Daughter-
"But MOMMY... why can't my friends and I drink? It's MY party and I'm
twenty four. All my friends are old enough to drink! That's SO NOT
FAIR! It's not even like we're having it at YOUR house! I should be able to have cocktails in my OWN place!"
Mother-
" Because I don't want people drinking and spilling drinks all over the
furniture daddy and I got for you. You know how people get when they
drink too much. We didn't furnish your apartment with nice things just
so people could destroy everything. If there's alcohol, then daddy and I
aren't coming and you can say goodbye to the gifts we got for you. End
of story."
Wow. REALLY!? A grown adult who calls their parents
"Mommy" and "Daddy" and gets an apartment full of furniture for free?
Really? Unbelievable. I could not believe what I was listening to. It's actually quite pathetic, really. Welcome to suburbia.
This weather has been unbearable and I am sweating my butt off. Taking cold showers makes you feel nice for a little while but as soon as you get out and dry off you feel like you need to take a shower again. Not to mention what the humidity does to everyone's hair. Ughhhh. I seriously can't wait for Fall to get here.
We bought a Slip and Slide and have been using it every once in a while but when you're an adult and you go running onto a Slip and Slide... bad things can happen. Very bad things. Like grass burns all over your stomach because your weight propelled you forward way faster than you expected. Or slipping and falling and seriously hurting your back side. Ahhh. I wish I were a kid again.
Well anyhoo, here's another yummy recipe to keep you cooled down...
Blueberry Lemonade Slushies
2 Cups Frozen blueberries
1 Cup ice
4 Scoops Lemon sorbet
Lemonade
Put the blueberries, ice and sorbet in the blender. Pour in lemonade in until it just covers the other ingredients and blend until everything is well blended. Serve right away.
*Tip* Buy local blueberries and freeze them in the containers they come in. They cost less and are usually much bigger than the kinds you buy in plastic bags in the frozen section.
So a few weeks ago, I'm at a Stop&Shop in Hartford and this woman comes up to me and starts asking me about my tattoos. I know by looking at her and by her behavior that she's more than a little off. I'm in a hurry and don't have time to chit chat, nor do I want to chit chat with this psycho, and she starts freaking out when I tell her I'm in a hurry and don't have time to stop so she can look at all of my tattoos. She's yelling at other people who are passing by and telling them all she wants to do is look at my "tats" but I won't let her and I'm being rude, as if stopping a stranger and yelling at them isn't at all rude, and starts yelling at me as I walk away. I get away but encounter her again as I'm exiting and she starts up again telling more people about how rude I am and yelling insulting things at me as I'm leaving. So this is where my rant must begin...
Dear Fellow Human Beings,
Just because someone has a lot of tattoos, or even just a few for that matter, doesn't mean that you get to reach out and touch them or grab at them as they walk by. What makes you think it's okay to grab a complete stranger? Nor does it give you the right to start asking personal questions about them. They don't want to see your tattoos or compare tattoo stories either. Please don't ask what all the tattoos mean or ask how many they have and please don't ask them to stop what they are doing just so you can take a gander. It's cool that they have some and you have some but that doesn't mean you get to stop them and talk about them. They don't have to tell you their life story nor do they want to listen to yours. And come to think of it... no one want to hear about all your tattoo ideas either. Well at least I don't. Thank you for listening.
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