1 March 2018

March is Caffeine Awareness Month. While the month is supposed to be dissecting the travesty that is CAFFEINE.

I get that you don’t want toddlers jacked up on energy drank! However, according to, I am likely to consume more caffeine than the majority of the population. I didn’t need genetic testing to know that, but hey: science is cool.

When I was a girl, my Aunt Mary taught me how to drink proper Irish tea – a potent brew with milk and sugar, these days I use erythritol or monk fruit to sweeten and heavy cream – because yanno FAT IS GOOD.

My goto morning cuppa is Republic of Tea’s HiCAF Breakfast blend. I don’t get jitters, and it is a lovely tasting tea with a whopping 110mg of caffeine.

I am sure some people consume too much for their system and needs. When I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2005 after suffering most of life, I tried everything. I cut caffeine out – stepped down to as close to zero as I could get. It did not help. In fact, it made things worse. The lesson is – do what works for you.

Anyhow – enjoy the month and have a cuppa or four. =)

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1 November 2017

I wonder how much of a boost to their revenue in Las Vegas has been boosted by high ass people with the munchies that need a gallon of milk and a metric-shit-ton of cookies.



7 May 2017

We sent in our DNA to 23andMe a few weeks ago, and I’ve received mine and we are anxiously awaiting Michael’s. I am so impressed. It is amazing to see all of the detailed reports, fascinating.

To see where my story started, looking over the “TRAITS” reports. And yes, there is a reason why I drink so much caffeine. GENES.

If you are interested in learning about your ancestry, your health markers or just curious about DNA — check them out.

My Life According to Booze Monkey

5 May 2010

I had this posted over at FB but since I left I decided to repost it here.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST/BAND, answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me (so I can see)

Repost as “my life according to (band name)

Pick your artist:
Booze Monkey / Blue Ajay

Describe yourself:
Old Soul (Good Luck Mr. Gorsky)

How do you feel?
Make, Model, & Mileage (Good Luck Mr. Gorsky)

Describe where you currently live:
Hope (4th Street)

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Dick Frankensteins Night Out (4th Street)

Your favorite form of transportation:
Hound Dog (Something Borrowed Something)

You and your best friend are:
Frankie Can’t Surf (Run, Linux, Run)

What’s the weather like:
The Disintegration of Content (Holly’s Song)

Favorite time of day:
Countdown to Cocktails (Good Luck Mr. Gorsky)

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
Surely Hang (Good Luck Mr. Gorsky)

What is life to you?
Changin’ Lanes (4th Street)

Your relationship:
Favorite Sin (Good Luck Mr. Gorsky)

Your fear:
Block Away Friend (Savannah Colors)

What is the best advice you have to give?
Son (Savannah Colors)

Thought for the day:
Sadie and Daniel (South Mountain Magic)

How I would like to die:
Fistful of Bartabs (Something Borrowed Something)

My soul’s present condition:
Partial to Grey (Savannah Colors)

My motto:
Life’s Like That (Savannah Colors)

he love you too much

28 March 2009

I had to run into town to pick up snacks for the road trip and my meds. I started to get a hunger headache — what I get for skipping breakfast. I find myself thinking Arby’s. The guy at the window was the Manager – a nice guy. Hispanic, older fella – he cracks me up every time I see him. Yea, we think Arby’s a lot around here.  Well, here I am sitting in my car, enjoying the warm and muggy weather … (no, not really).  He leans out and asks – “You like your car?” I smile and quietly say yes. He smiles big and says (imagine a cross between George Lopez and Cheech. “No, I know you like your car — it has HEMI.” He asks me if I mind telling him how much. Now — I don’t brag about the car or house notes. They are part of life, and I hate them.

I drive a fierce, brilliant black muscle car with more horsepower than my IQ, weight, and age combined. This bitch has so much romp off the line that she will damn near break your neck if you aren’t payin’ attention. Yes, she sucks 2x as much gas as a Prius. But we didn’t get her for the MPG. The car note reflects all of that — it’s not like the note I had on the Dodge Neon I had – but it ain’t a NEON either.

Now, we aren’t rich either. HELLO — if we were — we wouldn’t have car notes. Right?

So when he asks “What is the payment — how much you pay? – Maybe cinco – five hundred??” I tell him — I think with gas, insurance, and the note it’s about 8″ … Without taking a breath or missing a beat, he blurts out —

“EIGHT — I think maybe your husband, he love you too much!”

I just smiled. It is true. My husband does love me too much – I am spoiled there is no doubt.

20 words or less

20 March 2009

Rated R for sadistic brutal violence including a rape and disturbing images, language, nudity and some drug use.

This is actually a description for the movie “Last House on the Left” … but the first time I read it I thought — that pretty much sums up my life.

JRock’s Attic

23 July 2004

Over on the board J has a couple of threads going with some of his random thoughts … I snagged a couple that made me laugh out loud — enjoy.
If I could smile I would, but as I pull this ax out of your head I can’t help but think, “Maybe I did order thin crust.”
It’s like taking candy from a baby. Well, actually it’s more like tearing the arms and legs brutally from a babys torso.
Living is like being dead, but it sucks more.
I’d love to give a shit … I really would.
When I drink and drive I make sure I have gun on me and really good running shoes … I ain’t goin’ to jail.

quite the quizzer

16 July 2004

First job: cleaning out horse stalls
First screen name: LOUP
First self-purchased CD: Beastie Boys Licensed to Ill
First piercing/tattoo: p- ears t-that ugly ass buffalo
First true love: LK
First enemy: my biological father
Last big car ride: went to see friends in Winchester
Last kiss: about 3 minutes ago
Last library book checked out: Darwin Among the Machines by George B. Dyson
Last movie seen: The Slaughter Rule with David Morse & Ryan Gosling
Last beverage drank: water
Last food consumed: chicken with peanut sauce
Last phone call: LK
Last CD played: ELO on the iPod
Last annoyance: LK teasing the dogs
Last pop drank: Fanta over crushed ice
Last ice cream eaten: Cold Stone Creamery, sweet cream with brownie
Last time scolded: a couple of weeks ago when my aunt found out the dr thought I might have cancer and I didn’t tell her right away — she was on vacation.
Last shirt worn: Childfree – It sucks to be MOO (Thanks Vicious)
I am: about to watch a movie.
I want: chocolate chip cookies.
I have: a great life.
I wish: I had more patience.
I hate: stupid people.
I fear: stupid people in large groups.
I hear: the dishwasher and Kita snoring.
I search: with Google.
I wonder: who wrote the book of love.
I regret: absolutely nothing.
I love: LK and my dogs.
I always: speak my mind.
I am not: going to be able to talk LK into going to the store to get cookies.
I dance: like a woman having a seizure.
I sing: off key.
I cry: when I feel like it.
YES or NO:
You keep a diary: yes
You like to cook: yes
You have a secret you have not shared with anyone: no
Have a crush: lots of them
Want to get married: to LK sure — another wedding means more gifts right?
Get motion sickness: sometimes
You’re a health freak: umm… no.
Current hair color: the sun has bleached out the auburn and now it is sort of yellow — bleh.
Eye color: gray
Birthplace: Ohio
Number: 3
Color: blue
Day: Friday
Month: April and October
Songs: just about everything that is on my ipod right now = )
Season: Spring / Autumn
Drink: cold water, hot tea
Cuddle or make out: cuddle
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: hot chocolate
Milk, dark, or white chocolate: DARK… like 80% Cocoa dark!
Vanilla or chocolate: Chocolate
Cried? no
Helped someone? yes
Bought something? yes- groceries
Gotten sick? no
Gone to the movies? no
Said ‘I love you’?: yes
Written a real letter: no
Talked to an ex?: no
Missed an ex?: no
Written in a journal?: yes
Had a serious talk?: yes
Missed someone? yes
Hugged someone? yes
…. ok there you have it folks — another quiz (Gawd I love those things!)

friday night follies

5 June 2004

A few weeks ago my doctor put me on a beta blocker that has been found to help with migraines. Thursday I called her office to let her know how it was doing – I am tired all of the time and I started to notice some aching in my chest the night before. All normal, my body needs time to adjust. So I take my pill and go to bed – now it isn’t an ache, but it doesn’t really pain either. I had a little trouble getting to sleep, but I made it. I go about my day, no ache, no pain, fine. I take my nightly dose, and 2 hours later in the middle of Lonesome Dove, my chest HURTS. I saw my cousin online (a nurse) and tell her what is going on and ask for any suggestions on what it is. She says “GO TO THE ER NOW”.

I get in there — they hook me up to all sorts of beeping gadgets. My oxygen was 100%, my pulse was 59 and my blood pressure 97/68 (low but to be expected with the type of drug I am on). The EKG was normal, but the doctor wanted to do more, I was tired but grateful someone was taking this seriously. I didn’t freak out about the chest pains until my cousin did. My mom had heart problems and knowing that this drug I was taking could cause heart problems I wasn’t feeling too froggy about the whole thing.
They brought the x-ray man to me; I didn’t have to wander around the hospital at midnight in my gown with my ass hanging out — of course, they probably did this for their protection, but I was grateful just the same.  Then I had blood drawn. Both the x-ray and the blood tests came back normal. Well, my sugar was up, but, I had a sweet potato for dinner and a couple of chocolate chip cookies for dessert. And I am happy to report that my cholesterol is down 20 points since the last time I had it checked.
It turns out that one of the side effects of this drug (other than whole cardiac arrest thing) is gastrointestinal pain. Yup, I had heartburn. Lovely. The doctor gave me some Pepcid and sent me home.
Well at least I didn’t have a heart attack, and my insurance is good enough to pay for the visit.
How was your Friday night?

strange dreams

2 June 2004

Lately I have been having the strangest dreams, like bad movies. Last nights feature presentation was by far the strangest. Bombers and jets flying overhead in V formation – missles coming toward me but before they got anywhere close another missle would shoot up and destroy it. There was a huge explosion.
The explosion burnt the sky – where the blue sky and clouds were now was a hole and you could see the black space with stars. All of this happened while I was on my porch.
All of sudden I was at a large accident on a small road (you know how you just jump from scene to scene in movies — and dreams). There must have been a dozen vehicles involved. I helped move a car out of the way to look for someone — then I was back on my porch.
There was a big bbq going on and we had music and laughter. I had to leave for work and as I walked past this big chair Billy Bob Thorton thanked me for being his friend and I said “I like the way you talk.”
Then I woke up.