Deep In The Forrest

The Bible gets a fish miracle story, and then here I am with my seemingly limitless supply of snot. Where the hell does it all come from? I think if I could harness the power of lugees then I would be able to take over the world, maybe even become dark overlord of the universe. I know, that's nasty. No nastier than this week in news, and I have grown so bored with it. OK, so I was interested about the Kanye West topic from the MTV VMA awards on Sunday night, so yes admittedly I looked up the trending topics and tried to see what happened after the fact. I read about his apology to Taylor Swift and peeked in on Leno last night just to see what he'd say. I bought into it and took my place among the sheep... Yes, I am ashamed. The fact of the matter is, I am not taking sides for either West or Swift. I like all types of music, am not a racist and am sick and tired of everyone who IS twittering, blogging and yapping about this whole incident saying it is about race. He should not ...

"Snot's caught in my trap, that I can't Hawk out... Because I'm still blowin my nose babehhh" (to the tune of Suspicious Minds by Elvis). It's been most of the week now, yes, and I am still stuck in what I've affectionately started to call it, " Loogi (or Leugy?) Hell". I have to get it out too, as gross as it is. I can't stand it, interferes with my breathing. I can run to the restroom and get all cleared up, which is a horrible ritual in itself. I have to go hover over the john, give it a good cough, and then work to get the stuff out without gagging and possibly throwing up. It's miserable... I just do not have a strong stomach where snot or vomit is concerned. I'm just hoping and praying that this affliction will dry up soon... I can snot no longer! Funny the things you take notice of most when you're ill. I knew this already, but have come to realize that the toilet paper in our restrooms is not even 1 ply, it's like .3 ...

I was going to call this post "Fear and Loathing En Las ventanas de la nariz" (meaning "Fear and Loathing In My Nostrils) but wished to shorten it, and Espanol just doesn't make it easy. So I went with "Fear and Loathing In My Nose and Throat". lol I know, too much effort for something that doesn't make a rat's ass really. To get to the point, I've had the Unholy Crud this week, it started in my throat sometime between Monday and Tuesday, and by Tuesday afternoon my throat was scratchy and sore and I was beginning to feel like crap. Richie had to get in on the sinus problem thing too, so we had to beg off practice and opt to try and make it up on Friday if everything goes well that is. I've been taking medicine and all that jazz, and I sure hope to clear up soon because we gig Saturday night at Ubee's, and I don't want to sound like Brian Johnson (No offense Brian!). I prefer my more ladylike singing voice, and well just hope for my ...