Day: June 5, 2019

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A Good Day Is Not Hard To Find

Bow Tie o’the Day and I went grocery shopping this afternoon. It became imperative we get over to DICK’S when I ran out of ice cream. I bought some fruit and bread too, but I really made the trip for the purpose of hauling home ice cream. Ice cream can redeem even the worst of days. Don’t argue with me about it. You know I speak the truth.

If you’re a regular TIE O’ THE DAY reader, you know Ice Cream/Popsicles is my fave food group, followed closely by the Sugary Dry Breakfast Cereals food group. Sometimes, I eat ice cream for all three meals. And yes, when I’m not eating meals of ice cream, I’m usually eating meals of sugary dry cereal.

Anyhoo… here are a couple of Ice Creams o’ the Day I highly recommend. TILLAMOOK Blood Orange Cream, and DREYER’S Pumpkin Pie. I am promiscuous when it comes to ice cream brands which use good ingredients. I flit from one finer brand to another, depending on what’s on sale that week, and on what flavors strike me as tasty at any given time.

MEADOW GOLD “ice cream” is not allowed in my freezer. If you think that makes me a snob, I don’t care: I will rest easily knowing my ice cream tastes better than your ice cream. But I’m happy to share bigly scoops of my yummy ice creams with y’all. I might be snooty about ice cream, but I’m not selfish with it.

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Done, Done, Done

Wood, magnetic Bow Tie o’ the Day and I just walked in the house after my last TMS treatment. I’m going to make a t-shirt which will say, “I had a course of 36 Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation treatments, and all I got was this stoopid beanie.” A “map” of my brain had to be drawn on it. Also, the technician had to write on it the specifications of the electromagnetic zaps my personal brain was supposed to endure during each session.

The reason I’m still wearing my treatment beanie is cuz of Suzanne and my new hairs cut. We both hated my raggedy hairs by the time I got them chopped off. Everybody did. I didn’t mind her hatred towards my hairdon’t. I was equally appalled whenever I looked at it. My newly cut hairs are more of a shaping trim– except for the back hairs which have been mowed to the length of a blade of grass on a perfectly manicured golf green. The entire cut is an improvement beyond measure.

However, the cut has not passed the Suzanne test. I know this because she hasn’t made one comment about it. She’s been pestering me for months to just get the damn mop cut, or at least trimmed. When I finally let Miss Tiffany cut it, what do I hear Suzanne say about it? Nothing. Nada. I hear crickets. She did actually try to get rid of my sideburns by moving them behind my ear. I put them back where Miss Tiffany put them. And still, no words from Suzanne. Just the sound of crickets and nothingness.

This is a thing I have learned over the years about Suzanne’s mode of operation: no comment, no answer, no response to a text, a symphony of crickets– all of these silences mean Suzanne doesn’t want to answer my questions. She would rather not say what she thinks. I have become a pro at deciphering her non-responses. I get it right 98 percent of the time. She might as well just say it– the good, the bad, the ugly– cuz her non-answers tell me the answers anyway.

FYI I’ll give you the rundown about my TMS experience and any results in a coming post.