August 21st, 2003

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My Favorite LJ Post and Comment of the Day

My Favorite LJ Post and Comment of the Day. Why Can't Someone Implant a Game Cube Joystick Chip of Some Kind Into My Hands and Animal Crossing in my Eyes So I Can Play It Whenever I Want? Please Will You Say a Prayer for All of Our Sick Pets, Pinky With His Pneumonia, Lulu Who Has a Cold, All the Kitties With Their Weird Herpetic Upper Respiratory Virus, and the Doggies With Their Sore Ears?





I just snagged this from Elizabeth's journal because I liked it so much I wanted all of my pal's to see it too. Hope she doesn't mind.

"I am invisible. I type in invisible 1s and 0s. you can't hear me. my words make no sound.

Increasingly disgruntled with humanity. So many people. So little critical thought. So much mean-spiritedness. So few compassionate souls. So hasty the judgment. So slow the justice.

In the fable, there is one grasshopper and many ants. I think there are many, many grasshoppers and not enough ants. We need more ants. And cookies. Ants like cookies.


on a completely unrelated note, i'd like to take this opportunity to endorse the golden rule. yes, i am a non-believer, but i am not immoral. i have a strong sense of right and wrong; it's based on human rights and natural law. Justice, if you prefer.
when asked about his religious affiliation, abraham lincoln said, " when i do good, i feel good. when i do bad, i feel bad. that's my religion." some people rely on the bible to define what is right and wrong. think the golden rule works really well as a moral compass. do unto others...; it's pretty simple. and i like jesus' take on it, too: "whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, you do unto me." (Mt. 25:40) . that certainly adds a universal perspective. let's extrapolate, shall we: whatsoever you do (good or bad) to those less fortunate, you do to yourself. or you do to EVERYONE. karma, anyone? it works in buddhism, too: "the fundamental delusion of humanity is that i am here and you are out there." - yasutani roshi.

be kind. it's not difficult. it gets easier with practice.


Awwww that line about cookies and grasshoppers and the quote from Lincoln. A totally soul satisfying read.


Why not be nice and be naked?



It's weird and wonderful and beautifully synchronistic but I was just over at Roseanneworld.com commiserating about the cancellation of her show with like minded folks and one of the messages that she keeps putting out there is to be kind, or well, to be nice, same thing.

I remember once reading an interview with Meg Ryan, and please forgive me Miss Meg if I am remembering this incorrectly, but she was going off on how we all are so wrong for trying to be so nice all the time and that she doesn't like it when people tell her son to be nice, play nice, etc. Who knows how taken out of context that piece was or how badly I'm recalling this interview that I read, but it stuck with me, how differently we feel about this. I have been trying to be loving and kind, to essentially be nice to everyone every single day for years, so many years that I can't remember any more when I started, and I do fail, sometimes miserably, but I'm a better person for the trying, and the world I know is a better world for it as well. So I have tried to instill this in my son as well. I so live by the golden rule which is why I loved this post so much.

Now here's my favorite comment from annina-writes;
"Eeek!!! I just reread the bit about the Yorps from Jake. Ask novembertrees and elfdancer if I'm fabricating or even stretching the truth on the following. They had a cat, Oliver North by name (because he shredded things of course), Ollie for short, who learned to talk in English. I'm NOT making this up! He would say, "Owwwwt!" for out...he was particularly good at those ending consonants, which is why it wasn't just a weird meow. And all meat was "Haaaam!" And milk was "meeeel-K!" I swear that when I first came in contact with the beastie, I thought everyone was exaggerating about him; then he sidled up to me in the kitchen and quite clearly said, "meeeel-K!" I kinda looked around as if to say, "who said that..." but he was just there smiling at me. He continued to stare at me and said it again. "Milk, Ollie? You want milk?" He head-butted me softly and said, "Nowwwww!" I gotta tell you, I was shaking. "Hey, everyone," I hollered back into the living room where everyone was playing Dungeons and Dragons, "Ollie just said milk." They shrugged and said, "So, give him some."

It got better. They stayed with us for a while over the Easter holidays and Ollie came with them...they were between houses...their new one wasn't quite ready...and on Easter Sunday, Elfdancer and I were carving up the ham. Ollie was being a total pest, "Ham! Ham! Ham!" and we both kept saying, "NO! Get out of here!" Finally, I bent down, looked him in the eyes and said, "Ollie, NO HAM!" and went back to dishing up something.

Then to my utter disbelief I heard, and I mean I heard quite clearly, "Why NOTTTTT!"

There was half a second of silence. I looked at Elfdancer. She looked at me. We both said together, "Why not?" [major shivers ensued] It was surreal. It was impossible. We didn't get it on tape. And the saddest part? By the time he was about 18 months old he had stopped! Except for the occasional "out," that was it for the days of the talking cat. But it's something I'll certainly never forget, and is a totally true tale.

Scott would be perfect for Queer Eye...gods but I love that show!!! Chris and I never miss it...they are so entertaining and really DO have great taste. I don't know Scott that well, but if you say so, he'd be perfect. :-) Tell him I think he's cute as he is, but why not a new him to match the new you? Right?

Okay...I'm outta here...I'm such an LJ addict! Time to do something really scary...cook! LOL!!

Love ya!
-Annina"




You know I really believe this because I know for a fact that my cat Jade could say Ham, Mirau could say Mama, and Jake is really trying to say something, although what the hell it could be no one ever knows. It sounds something like, "Myorp, yeeeorp, mwahnk, mwap." But them sometimes it sounds like, "Ahhhrawww, raaaaa, mreeeeeeeehhhh, wonk."

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Sharon Talks About Her WLS and Cosmetic Procedures

I'm so excited because we're going to go see her show taping next Wednesday, yeay. I'll come back and tell you all about it. I think it's still fairly easy to get tickets if you want to go. All you have to do is call this nice guy Ross @ (323) 960-4677.

I enjoyed reading this interview about Sharon's weight loss surgery and cosmetic surgery follow ups so I thought I'd share it with any of you who may not have seen it yet. I love it when people are honest. It's so stupid when they keep it secret, and it's always so obvious when people have had things done. Although everything I had read about her surgery prior to this point was that she had had the lap band and lost substantially less than she says here. She really didn't look all that big to me before but then I was having to wear the largest sizes at the Avenue, sob, sob, and only now after a ninety-one pound weight loss am I just arriving at the point where she started, which was at a size twenty-two, sigh.

I've got the stomach and boob flap hang thing going on (Roseanne Barr said her breasts looked like two loaves of French Bread, lol), so I'm pretty much going to follow in her footsteps and get everything she's had done, done. But everyone says to wait two years after the surgery, naturally I want it all now, now, now, now! -- all the weight off, all the loose parts nipped, tucked and tightened, right now, and it's only been a little over four months right.

Although God, I hope I don't have to have the full face lift someday. It really looks and sounds terrifying and horrible. Well, actually in some cases it looks great afterwards, and sometimes it looks really freaky, but oh my God have you seen those shows where they actually show the procedure? Uh no thanks for now, I can't bear the idea of having my face removed from my skull, my ears cut off, and then everything lifted up and stapled back together, I'm cringing as I write this. On the other hand look how fab she looks.

SHARON OSBOURNE
For years, says Sharon Osbourne, "I made fun of the ladies who were nipped, tucked and pulled. That is, until I joined the club. Now I've got my membership; I'm not going to let it expire." Osbourne, 50, discussed her many procedures with PEOPLE.For me, if something bothers you about your appearance, just get it changed. If you're lucky enough to be in a position to afford it, if it makes you feel better about yourself, go for it. You're not hurting anyone

I've had to space all my surgeries — otherwise I'd be in shock. I started with a full face-lift. When I went in to talk about it, I was totally freaked out. I requested that they not tell me all the details of the procedure. It hurt like a mother. If anybody says their face-lift doesn't hurt they're lying. It was like I'd spent the night with an ax murderer. They take your ears off and put them back on! It took about two weeks for me to function properly. I didn't look for four days — I was petrified. Finally I thought, "This is ridiculous," and I saw the difference immediately: I didn't have a double chin, and I didn't have my jowls. In 1999 I lost 125 lbs. after I had gastric bypass surgery. Then I had this big flap of skin that hung over my crotch. Very sexy, let me tell you. So I had a tummy tuck, and they took so much skin off they had to make a new belly button. They also lipo-ed my hips and arms — they took out 8 lbs. of fat. I went from a size 22 to a size 4. I looked like a different person. I never regretted it, but it took me a long time to enjoy it and accept it was the way I looked. Next year I had a leg-lift. They literally pull your legs up like a stocking. A little while later I had my bum lifted too. Many years ago, when everyone was having collagen put in their lips, I tried it. I had half a top lip done and I said, "I'm out of here." It was excruciatingly painful. I walked around with half a top lip done, and it took about six weeks for it to get back to normal. Recently my nipples were pointing south and I wanted them to point north. I called my friend, a surgeon named Leslie Stevens — he's done all my work. I've been there so often I request my own anesthetist. I went into his clinic behind the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. Loads of people go there and come out with scarves and sunglasses, trying to hide, and I just come bounding out, saying, "Guess what I've had done!" I don't care how good your surgeon is; you can always tell. I was very happy with the results. Now my nipples point in the direction I want: Everything is looking up! I went home a few hours later and had a nurse with me for 24 hours, watching for blood clots or bleeding. You watch out for a rise in temperature, which could indicate infection or pain that is above what you'd expect.

I'm going to have my arms done in a couple weeks. And I get Botox injections for frown lines on my forehead. I've been having it for a couple of years. My kids wouldn't let me have it when I was going through chemo. I hardly expected them to cheer because Mummy wants to have a tummy tuck and her a — lifted. Why should they? It's very vain. It was important to me, not them. If they wanted surgery and if they were fully grown into their bodies, I would support them. But you have to be you and know who you are. It takes years to do that. When you hear these girls who get graduation gifts of nose jobs, it's like, hey, wait a little to see who you are. One of my kids said, "No more, Mom. No more surgery." But it was too late. It was like opening Pandora's box. Ozzy said anyone who gets one tattoo wants another one. I think plastic surgery is like tattoos. If you're happy with the results, then you push the button again and again. A lot of women go too far. It's so easy to fall into that trap, but you can begin to look really scary. There has to be a point where you have to stop, and I hope I'm able to realize that.


The story came off of People Magazine's site but I can't find the author to credit her, or him, sorry.