Greetings, Friends,
So much to tell you and not a common thread in any of it. You’ll have to let me know if you find any . . .

Well, the MN State Fair Foods List was announced yesterday. I was listening to WCCO and happened to be between floors when this next topic was announced. As I turned it on in the kitchen, I realized with horror what it was and promptly turned it off.

With horror?? Promptly turned it off??

Why oh why would I not want to hear about MN’s latest foods on a stick? Our latest deep fried delicacy? Our latest pairing of anything with chocolate or bacon or chocolate AND bacon?

It was because I was scheduled for my colonoscopy yesterday at noon, and unable to eat or drink anything; I was starving!

Well, not really. I was just hungry.

And, as you well know, the day before had been a jello, bouillon, and Gatorade fest, so I was hungry that day as well.

The one thing that was going to get me through this was the story that another Medifast client had lost SIX pounds the week he had a colonoscopy. Perhaps there was a silver lining in this cloud.

Something had to get me beyond thinking that the cats’s canned food smelled really good the night before.

So it was with cheerful anticipation that I leapt off the scale and asked how much I lost last week.

“Wellllllll,” the counselor dragged out the word. ” You actually gained .6 of a pound.”

ARGH!!!!!!!!

Now, all I can think of is chocolate and bacon and anything deep fried on a stick! I guess it’ll take a while for the sugar and dyes I consumed (although not in red, blue or purple) to leave my system.

Yesterday’s test turned out just fine. I came through with flying colors, although not in the afore mentioned red, blue or purple. The only problem was the nurse not believing me when I told her that my veins rolled.

Why don’t they believe you? They believe you when you’re doing the the pre-surgery procedures. When I tell them that one of those lovely warm towels is what’s needed to smoothly find a likely target in my arm or hand, someone goes out and gets one before I can even blink. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they have a ready supply of the things. Makes me think that I should carry a hot pack with me for the next time I need a clinic IV.

Seriously! Today I have bruises all up and down my arm and hand. One time( and I may have told this story before) I was in for a same day surgery. It took four nurses to finally be able to hit paydirt. I was in tears by that time. And, then, the surgeon never gave me anything. I begged him to use the IV. “Just give me something to make that whole thing worthwhile!”
“Nope, ” he replied, “I’m almost done here.”

Of course, that night we attended a meeting on how to keep your teens off drugs. And me sitting there with needle tracks up and down my arms.

Sigh.

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What do “Old MacDonald,” the “Overture to Swan Lake,” and “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” have in common?  Well, in my neighborhood, this is the music that is played by the ice cream truck.  Yep.  Heard that threesome just yesterday.

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And, last but certainly not least is two icons from when we were growing up.  One is still around, the other I haven’t seen for quite a while.  Yet, they are similar; and it took me a bit to figure out why.

The two icons?  

The Morton’s Salt girl and . . . ?  Can you guess?  The Coppertone girl with the doggie pulling down the back of her shorts to reveal her untanned cheeks.

As I looked at the salt girl, I was instantly brought back to childhood because I know that this icon was used then.  I believe the idea was that this salt still poured readily when the weather was damp.

The little Coppertone girl was also the picture of innocent childhood used in my childhood.  She was embarrassed (and bare assed) by the little dog who tugged at her shorts.  However, was she anxious because her bottom was showing or because it wasn’t tan? I’m guessing that it was the untanned look because as you all can remember, those were the days of oil up and bake.

And, why would seeing one make me think of the other??  They were both girls. Little girls. Outside. Walking from right to left.

And then I saw it. They both had problems with their back left sides.  One was being nearly bitten by a dog and the other was losing salt while she was walking home.

In fact, if you squint your eyes and use your imagination, you can almost see a Canadian goose tailing the Morton’s girl, ready to bite her in the rear end!!!

So, I guess, the subliminal message is “Girls!  Watch your Butt!!!”

Well, who am I to argue with Madison Avenue?

Have a Thrilling Thursday;  I’ve got your six.

Love,

Janet