Day two..and the beat goes on

Evening, fellow travelers...okay, first order of business. You set off the smoke alarm AND under-cook the pork chops (which, btw, it is suddenly FINE to eat pink pork now, odd), and NOT remembering to put aluminum foil on the cookie sheet I baked them on (putting aluminum foil, dull side up, in your toaster oven pans and other roasting and baking of meats pans, saves a TON of water, soap, the pan stays nice longer, and you don't lose the use of your arm for an hour from scrubbing the meat coating OFF, just peel and toss, nice). I have to stop here and say that although I have never had children, I HAVE had husbands and others to cook for..and being really OCD about sharing stuff I know that could help others, I tend to do a LOT of it....one reason that I'm here. ANYway, not having the aluminum on there made the oil super-heat, smoke...and hence, smoke, pink chops, and a very annoying BEEEEEEEEEP until I finally fanned it into submission with the pot holder stuck to my hand.

Now, second order of business is that I have an assignment for anyone that believes that everyone good goes to Heaven, and everyone bad, to Hell. If you choose to accept this assignment (flashback to Mission Impossible, the original series, ack), ask your local clergyman, whether preacher, pastor, priest or whatever WHERE EXACTLY in the Bible that it says that, because it doesn't, not anywhere, sorry. I will tell anyone interested what it actually says in there. I too was shocked and amazed to find this out. And please, no one beat me over the head here claiming that I'm a blasphemer, because I'm not, truly.

Third thing...why is it SO hard for some people to be nice? I'm not, by the way, yelling when I "cap" stuff. It's just that when you're two-dimensional and can't actually be heard, per se, you have to do SOMEthing to not seem so monotone..at least that's how I see it...anyway, although all caps is totally annoying and should be illegal.And, if you can't spell, PLEASE spend a dollar at Half-Price Books and buy a dictionary...we have a whole generation now that thinks in abbreviations, emoticons, OMG. I mean everyone misspells sometimes, even OCD's like me, but really, donut, kewl? Come ON.
I help take care of this older lady that's bed-ridden from a bad fall down an escalator (can NOT believe she does not own the building this happened in), and she had mentioned that she loved apple fritters, and so once in a while, I stop at this great doughnut (yeah, that's how it's actually spelled) shop, and happened to have enough money to get her one. I gave it to her, and she reluctantly took it, acting as if it was laced with poison, and has held this "debt" over my head since. "I don't take favors, or loans, or anything free from anyone", she says....sheesh, get over it, it's a fritter, NOT a condo. BUT it's okay for HER to offer to give me this older, pretty well used love seat she needed to get rid of. Was that a payment for the pastry? I got rid of it for her. Went nicely in my one roommates room, so that when his kids come to visit him, they can all cozy up together, eat popcorn and watch a DVD in his room (I love kids, but only for a limited amount of time, because being bipolar, AND a rapid-cycler to boot,(that means I can go from depressed to manic to hypomanic in 30 seconds, and NO, I don't get paid by anyone to use the parentheses, it's just easier than footnotes for the reader, okay?) So, actually, pretty much anyone can get to me after a while, because I can only maintain "normal" grrrrrrr, for so long at a time. See, that's why I hate that word and am starting a campaign to change it to usual instead. 
So anyhow, WHAT is her DEAL?? That is NOT rhetorical. If you have a clue, share.
you have my email. I guess it's a pride thing. She comes from a hard-scrabble part of town, and is fiercely independent...although she is not doing ANY exercising to strengthen herself back up, even though I've offered to help, and am qualified to, until her physical therapist is able to come back, she's laying there like a beached whale, one second, being half-way pleasant, the next, tearing my head off over NOTHING, and I mean nothing at all. If it were ME, lazy about actual, defined exercising as I am, I would be exercising day and night, if for NO other reasons than to be able to take a shower, get OUT of the adult diapers, and go check out my kitchen to make sure the roomies hadn't totally futzed everything up, oh, and my plants, dear God, my plants. I've already lost one beautiful little collection of tropicals, NEVER AGAIN, as God and Scarlett O'Hara are my witnesses, amen.

Okay, so, I don't have a riddle today, but if you're interested and tune in tomorrow, I WILL share my sure-fire recipe for the perfect hard-boiled egg, which I thought impossible, and have worked on for years, and finally have it.
It WILL involve eggs that have NOT been in the fridge for SO long that they actually qualify as powdered eggs (my second husband had a dozen in HIS for so long that one morning, when we were dating, I was going to bake for him, cracked an egg, and hand to God, there was nothing in there, totally empty, so bring some freshly bought eggs tomorrow, and a pen and paper.

So, see you then, boys and girls. 
Please send me feedback. I love to know how I'm doing. If I get enough positive, maybe I'll REALLY stick my neck out a bit further, why knows? I can get pretty "out there", being the old hippie I am, and all that rah rah. My youngest roomie, 29, will NOT believe that most of the vernacular he uses came from MY generation, or even FURTHER back, to the beat generation, drives me crazy. I now am getting what people my age NOW told me when I was HIS age....you, at least in your head, if not your time battered body, FEEL like you're still 21, or whatever your particular prime was in YOUR head. It is actually TRUE, swear on my "kids" furry lives.  
Over and out for now from my different angle...Dragonfly

okay, I lied, I'm back...forgot riddle of the week. 

How does one both under-cook a pork chop AND set off the smoke alarm?

Answer tomorrow. Maybe it'll just be "riddles as I think of them" instead.

I have flashes, you know? I'm starting out a bit blase,but it'll pick up,just

started late for my first day.

Okay, no kidding, going to bed now.

Well, here we are, first post. I guess I'll just start by saying I'm basically from the far side of the spectrum of people you'll meet. I'm bipolar by way of Wales. I don't know for sure just how far back it goes on my mother's father's side of the family, but I DO know it's at the least four generations...so. I have thoughts that are sort of out there, and I want to share them. I'm in the midst of writing a book after years of saying I was going to. I've done letters to the editor, poetry and all that, but now I have some things that I believe need saying, getting out there about something, and so....here I am, getting my toes in the water. 

I'm not going to get deep tonight, it's too late, and frankly, I'm a bit wired from the day, and doing this, although, like the profile says..I've been "blogging" in person for many years, just not in print..so fasten your seatbelts, I get weird sometimes, but that's when I'm the most interesting, I think. Otherwise, I'm pretty usual. I say usual because I do NOT like the word NORMAL, as it pertains to people, and being that. It's a totally subjective word that I don't like, fit, or really get. I think Usual is more to the point, and more easily lived up to. If you're even a half a bubble off plumb, you're not "normal. CRAP, that's all that is, to make, actually, most people feel NOT normal, so that's where we will begin. I am not going to be doom and gloom, just wanted to get that out there.

Over and out for today, and remember, as Socrates said "Anything worth doing can be done in public"...although, I think he must have been a virgin, right?

Nite Nite, termites..more to come.

me

p.s. Dragonfly Davis is not my actual name, duh...nom de plume, okay?