Cravings often cause us to do unfortunate things. A week ago Sunday I was saved only because I commonly don't carry money when I ride my bike to the gym. I was riding back (it's a 15 mile round trip) and got caught in a riot of aromas from restaurant row on Williams Avenue. A touch of chocolate from Pix, (a patisserie to die for), and from the other restaurants, maple syrup, bacon, butter, hash browns and eggs. If I had been carrying any cash, I would have stopped and inhaled a couple of thousand calories.
(I prefer to exercise on an empty stomach, so typically I'll only have a slice of bread or a banana before I leave for the gym)
But this last Sunday it was my loathing for lines saved me. I had a few dollars and decided I'd buy a few Voodoo doughnuts to eat when I got home. (for those who don't know, Voodoo Doughnuts is noted for it's unusual toppings, including such things as Pepto Bismol icing -- A portmanteau treat: catch and cure stomach upset -- all in one bite) I intended to get a few doughnuts topped with maple icing and bacon bits. There was a vast line, so once again I was saved from my cravings.
(Unless it's something I really want or need, I won't stand in line for anything. McDonald's for example. -- to my mind the worst of the big burger chains -- So I'll go hungry rather than stand in line for one of their burgers. It isn't that I consider myself -- in this regard anyway -- better than other people, it's just that I can't see the point in waiting to get something that's both bad for you and tasteless.)
Other people's cravings are often just funny, particularly when it's attention that's being sought: The fashion of many years for young men to wear their pants below their butt. An amazing style that often requires the guys to walk with a wide stance, waddling along legs apart, so their pants don't fall down. It's been a style for so long that unless they trip on their own pants they don't even get the attention they crave.
And what caused this blog: two new (to me -- for all I know they've been around for years) words -- vajazzling and pejazzling. Referring to women and men. In both cases the benighted wretches crave more sexual attention so they shave their private parts and then glue on sequins in assorted designs. It seems to me that all of that shaving and gluing would defeat the purpose of having the equipment (especially the men) but as Hamlet said: "There are more things in heaven and earth / than are dreamt of in (my) philosophy. -- If you're interested in photos, Google either word under images, or try www.mybodydecor.com ---
Today was gym day but after a brief discussion we found, Bob D. and I, that neither of us had much interest. Instead I took a 15 or 20 mile bike ride. Of interest along the way: a painted intersection at 8th and Holman and an event: The brakes on my bike need to be cleaned so they give a loud squeal when I use them. A woman with two leashed northern dogs was standing at the bottom of one hill I descended. When I put on my brakes to slow down, the dogs started to howl. It was great. I'd release the brakes, they'd stop -- I'd apply the brakes they'd howl. I thought of trying for "Shave and a haircut, six bits" but considered that too ambitious. The dogs' timing wasn't quite good enough.
Midway through the ride I stopped at Bob and Roberta (two D's) -- (aka "The Bobs") house for coffee and a short visit. All in all a pleasant ride. DA
(I prefer to exercise on an empty stomach, so typically I'll only have a slice of bread or a banana before I leave for the gym)
But this last Sunday it was my loathing for lines saved me. I had a few dollars and decided I'd buy a few Voodoo doughnuts to eat when I got home. (for those who don't know, Voodoo Doughnuts is noted for it's unusual toppings, including such things as Pepto Bismol icing -- A portmanteau treat: catch and cure stomach upset -- all in one bite) I intended to get a few doughnuts topped with maple icing and bacon bits. There was a vast line, so once again I was saved from my cravings.
(Unless it's something I really want or need, I won't stand in line for anything. McDonald's for example. -- to my mind the worst of the big burger chains -- So I'll go hungry rather than stand in line for one of their burgers. It isn't that I consider myself -- in this regard anyway -- better than other people, it's just that I can't see the point in waiting to get something that's both bad for you and tasteless.)
Other people's cravings are often just funny, particularly when it's attention that's being sought: The fashion of many years for young men to wear their pants below their butt. An amazing style that often requires the guys to walk with a wide stance, waddling along legs apart, so their pants don't fall down. It's been a style for so long that unless they trip on their own pants they don't even get the attention they crave.
And what caused this blog: two new (to me -- for all I know they've been around for years) words -- vajazzling and pejazzling. Referring to women and men. In both cases the benighted wretches crave more sexual attention so they shave their private parts and then glue on sequins in assorted designs. It seems to me that all of that shaving and gluing would defeat the purpose of having the equipment (especially the men) but as Hamlet said: "There are more things in heaven and earth / than are dreamt of in (my) philosophy. -- If you're interested in photos, Google either word under images, or try www.mybodydecor.com ---
Today was gym day but after a brief discussion we found, Bob D. and I, that neither of us had much interest. Instead I took a 15 or 20 mile bike ride. Of interest along the way: a painted intersection at 8th and Holman and an event: The brakes on my bike need to be cleaned so they give a loud squeal when I use them. A woman with two leashed northern dogs was standing at the bottom of one hill I descended. When I put on my brakes to slow down, the dogs started to howl. It was great. I'd release the brakes, they'd stop -- I'd apply the brakes they'd howl. I thought of trying for "Shave and a haircut, six bits" but considered that too ambitious. The dogs' timing wasn't quite good enough.
Midway through the ride I stopped at Bob and Roberta (two D's) -- (aka "The Bobs") house for coffee and a short visit. All in all a pleasant ride. DA
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