Amen Sister!

As I said I am a blog reader. Funny - I told my boys that I started to blog and asked if they knew what that meant. My youngest said, " yeah it means you are going to talk about dresses and girl stuff" haha! Love them!

This was posted today from one of my favorties, and I COMPLETELY agree and had another encounter this week myself with the stinch.... Read on - Read on

Patchouli
Damn you, patchouli! I cannot stomach your musky stink one minute longer. Much like peach schnapps (a long story involving a pint bottle, a frat party, and an acid-wash jean skirt), a whiff of you makes me throw up a little in my mouth. While this isn't a good thing in any situation, it's especially bad, since I really need to breathe through my mouth to avoid you as much as possible.I was recently on a plane and a couple of old-school hippies were seated next to me. They were ripe. While they ordered up milk and nibbled on the fruit they brought along, I aimed the vent right at my nose and tried my best to sleep. But my puny olfactory sense is no match for your mighty stench. What's worse, if I brush against anything with you on it, your funk spams itself all over me and I can't get it off. Can you imagine my nausea-laced mortification when I bumped into someone doused in patchouli right before an important meeting? It didn't take long for Eau de Woodstock to assault the senses. I was trying to impress and I smelled like Haight-Ashbury during a heat wave.To those fans of ratchouli, let me just say that dabbing on an overpowering fragrance in lieu of bathing only works for the French. Do you really think you can cover up your stank with this horrid scent? Are you trying to brand yourself as a free spirit, an anti-establishment hippie? Newsflash, Sunshine Rainbow Quinoa, you're trying to fit in by wearing comfort sandals and reeking of patchoupee, just as much as if you were wearing the latest trend or spritzing yourself with a designer fragrance.What to do? The answer is blowin' in the wind—downwind, that is.I think a full-body glycolic peel—the more chemicals the better—is in order to exfoliate that shit down the drain. Perhaps I'll follow up with a tomato juice bath to neutralize any lingering skunk. Then I'll douse you with the latest Prada cologne and stuff you into a suit and pointy-toed shoes. Now that you're presentable, prepare for punishment. My daisy-fresh friends and I will form a circle around you and pummel you with hacky sacks, while alternately spraying aerosol deodorant and room freshener in your general direction.

You can read more of her posts at Things I want to Punch in the Face -- I love that title too!

Day 1

Well I have finally done it. I'm joining the world of blogging. I'll admit first thing that I'm addicted to blogs. I read, bookmark, forward all of the above. So you've been warned! I crack myself up sometimes, so now maybe someone else will find humor in my off handed wit. My head is swimming with creative ideas, tons of really odd questions and I need a way to get it out. So bookmark me, read me and comment as you wish. I promise to read them all.

So... of course I have something funny (in my mind anyway) that happened to me today... I was at lunch in one of my once-upon-a-time favorite restaurants in Germantown and couldn't help but overhear bits of the conversation at the table next to me. There were 3 older individuals who at first were all in disagreement on the menu and that there weren't many choices. I was completely fine with my choices so I read (Wicked) while I waited and listened.

One couple was apparently from out of town and were a little disturbed by the "Green" hotel that they were staying at in downtown Nashville. His gripes were that he had to have his key inserted in the "hole thingy" so that the lights would work. Now, I do agree it's a good thing to do. He also said that the AC unit didn't have an 'off' switch. It now said 'eco' and he didn't know what in the world that was supposed to mean. The final comment that even had me giggle to myself was the absence of the room coffee maker. He said there was now a "fancy smancy cappacino maker in the hall way that he had to share will all the other guests on the floor and had to have the bellman show him how to actually use it!" So despite the fact that my lunch was less than desirable, I still enjoyed listening to the lunch time conversation.

It made me think that as I am a newbie myself to go Green with everything (I love my reusable publix grocery bags), but that it really will take an effort on my generation and the coming ones to make this work. Yes that's my opinion.

I'll leave now with a final comment from my lunch companions. As I was leaving one gentleman said to the other... "so do you have a girlfriend now?" "Yes, I do and a wife too" WHAT!?!

I promise the rest won't be this long!

JC