Thursday, May 31, 2012

Smartelics



Today I'm thankful for those smartelics that make life fun. 

 






Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Superstition




Today, I express my gratitude for superstitious people because they are so very easy to control.  

You know, the kind of people who freak out when you wear a pentagram and put a camp stove on your kitchen table.  All you have to do is dress in black, pile on the mascara, burn some incense and they freak out at their perception of your personal power. 

When they mess up their own lives due to their stupidity, they give you the credit and become very afraid of you. 

Boo!! 

Ha! 

That was fun...let me say it again...

Boo!! 

Maybe I need a black cat to complete my fear mongering image. 

Oh...this is fun. 

Love,

S. 




Friday, May 25, 2012

Taxes, Goddess Food and Men



Today I am disappointed in the local government for deciding to tax Goddess Food. 

Yep...they are taxing chocolate.  Chocolate has been my main source of oxytocin for the past twelve years. 

But...alas...perhaps it will be much cheaper to find a friend. 

So...today, I will say that I am grateful for my future love.  

Chocolate is also how I color my hair to hide the red.

This is what I get for not keeping tabs on the tax n' spend weirdos.  They can look forward to seeing my blazing red-hair hounding them every other week until I find someone something better to do. 

Love ya,

S. 

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Thankful for Sights NOT Seen


Okay....I'm going to start blogging to counteract the Negative Nellies, Debbie Downers, and Flat Willies hanging around me.

I tend to whine alot. I'm actually well known for criticizing politicians and complaining about how they waste our dough which, according to the law of attraction, means I may be responsible for them making even worse decisions and breaking the budgets of the families in my city.

So...on the advice of a spiritual advisor... I'm going to try to find something positive to say every day.

And today, I am really, really, really, super, duper grateful that I wasn't in Rice-a-Roni-land to get an eye full of this:

Someone get that kid some therapy.

Love ya,

Siegfred

Okay...Okay...I'll do better tomorrow. 

I promise.

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