Silly Bell, Trix are for kids.

My family just ENJOYS me
so much when I get in a silly mood.
I had a headache this afternoon and when I finally knocked
it loose with a couple of Excedrin, I was just really in touch
with my silly side for some unknown reason.
I am quite certain that Lloyd Dobbler had his fill
of the silliness when he was trying to talk to me for a minute
about something serious and I was trying to practice
doing the river dance (is that what you call it?
that Irish dance those river people did?
You know what I'm talking about!).
My children might have gotten their fill of it too
when I got the song "Beat It"
stuck in my head at the dinner table.
Did you ever have your mother prod you to finish your meal
to the tune of an old Michael Jackson hit?
How much therapy these poor children are going to need.
I guess I was actually doing the Weird Al version (Eat It).
It didn't matter that I didn't know the words.
You know I make those up to fit the situation anyway.
And it always came back to those same words:
Eat it.
Just eat it.
Eat it, eat it, eat it.


A couple of things in the news today stood out to me.
And what news worthy items they were indeed.
We're talking front page material here (not).

The first item was that Elvis Presley's doctor came out after
all these years to say that the real cause of Elvis' death
was extreme constipation.
(I know--this is not polite conversation, but I read it in the news!)
It's been how many years since Elvis died?
(or SUPPOSEDLY died, in case you believe he's still
living---and if he is living,
maybe this is just the kind of
embarrassing PR that will bring him out of hiding)
I can never remember if he died before I was born or not.
Or SUPPOSEDLY died.
Is it just coincidence that this doctor
has a new book coming out?
He just can't keep the secret any longer, wants
the whole world to know, just for the sake of truth and justice
or whatever. And by the way,
I have a book coming out....

And how many more people are going to
write books about their life with Elvis Presley?
My soul.

Another item that caught my eye today was this:
remember the flooding in Nashville, TN?
(If you are, oh, I don't know, down the street from
the Mall of America you may not even know abut the
flooding because I hear people constantly complaining that
it's not making the news outside of TN.
Come on national news people! Show Nashville some love.)
One of the places that was flooded was The Opry Mills Mall.
Just go HERE and read this little blurb to make sure
that I'm not lying or making it up when I tell you that
two piranha fish are swimming
around the streets of Nashville.
Flesh-eating fish.
You see, I have major issues with water anyway
....so adding a piranha into the mix.....well, that's the stuff
that dreams are made of.
And not sweet dreams, Patsy.

I also saw this article complaining about
Miley Cyrus and her new album and her new image.
Evidently Miss Miley has decided to shed her
Disney image for a more grown-up scene.
They had a link to a video and I have to tell you that
I can't believe she's supposed to be
marketed to girls the age of my daughter
if that's the kind of stuff she's producing.
And how bad is it when mainstream media is saying
that you're being too wild, too sexy, too racy
for your age and your audience?
Not Christian media,
but regular old mainstream media.
That's sad.

Okay.
So that's all.
I'm out of news and out of silliness.
I need to go finish the clean up from supper.
If you hurry over, I'll let you help me.