Who knew??? Cupcakes can KILL YOU!! I submit to you the following article for your consideration.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20080225/wl_uk_afp/british
First off, thanks Kimberlee for sharing.
and, rest assured, loyal readers, I am only eating one at a time. And usually only one a day. Usually...
I know that means you will all sleep well tonight.
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Showing posts with label The Perils of Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Perils of Life. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Stranger than fiction...
OK.. Alex, I am thinkin I must have told you this story already. But for those of you who don't know, there were two brothers who went to my high school who were named (and, NO this is not a joke, and this is the correct spelling)
Lemonjello (pronounced Le MAHN gel oh)
and
Orangejello (pronounced Or RON gel oh)
OK... now, seriously... if you really wanted to give your kids those names, FINE, but be a little creative with the spelling. The only thing that could have been worse is if you'd used the freakin hyphen before the O.
I mean, what? You were standing in the pantry with a craving for a gelatinous coagulation of the citrus variety and decided it would be a rockin' name for your first born??? And thank heaven for the change in accent on the phonetics, because we wouldn't want anyone to figure out where you got the name from the SPELLING!
For that I only can ask the three lettered question that I will tone down for those of you who may be offended by the f-bomb...
WTH????????
Anyway... Thank heaven they were not triplets, because it could possibly have been Lemonjello, Orangejello and Limejello.... (pronounced Lye MMMMMMMMMMMMM jel oh)
Lemonjello (pronounced Le MAHN gel oh)
and
Orangejello (pronounced Or RON gel oh)
OK... now, seriously... if you really wanted to give your kids those names, FINE, but be a little creative with the spelling. The only thing that could have been worse is if you'd used the freakin hyphen before the O.
I mean, what? You were standing in the pantry with a craving for a gelatinous coagulation of the citrus variety and decided it would be a rockin' name for your first born??? And thank heaven for the change in accent on the phonetics, because we wouldn't want anyone to figure out where you got the name from the SPELLING!
For that I only can ask the three lettered question that I will tone down for those of you who may be offended by the f-bomb...
WTH????????
Anyway... Thank heaven they were not triplets, because it could possibly have been Lemonjello, Orangejello and Limejello.... (pronounced Lye MMMMMMMMMMMMM jel oh)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I weep for our future.






Honestly. This picture, along with several others were sent to me in an email. What the hell? I don't get it. Is this so that when you get thirsty you can reach up and open that can of coke? And, do you take that out to sleep? And can you imagine what your ear looks like when the can is not in it? We are not talking about a little hole here, we are talking a loop of flesh stretched beyond recognition, and watch yourself on the car door. You're likely to pull your ear apart. And, don't know that it's fixable. It's nasty. I totally get freedom of expression, but, seriously? You look ridiculous. Also, red headed freak, are you a man or a woman? How do you shower with all that crap in your face? And, are those tatoos, or do you seriously just use a Sharpie to apply your eyeliner? I have a great idea! Lets put hooks in the skin of our backs and twirl around on a cable. It's the latest and greatest in amusement park rides.
I think what gets me about it is that I have been desperately trying to find a cream online this morning that has been pulled off the market by the FDA because they didn't fill out a proper New Drug Application.
It's good stuff.
It works. The manufacturers have done research on it. And it's the only thing I have found that works for my skin. And it's gone.
And now here are these people, presumably normal skinned people, who have permanently disfigured their faces and bodies with all sort of messed up crap, when all I want is for my face to not be red and rosacea laden and endure painful, no, EXCRUCIATING laser treatments, and stop looking like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. When I breathe or sneeze or flare my nostrils accidentally it hurts. I lie in bed awake at night wondering what kind of treatments I can try next, if I can get a skin graft, if a plastic surgeon will take pity on me and help me.
What? There's no cure? WOW, there's a shock. Apparently there's no cure for stupidity either.
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