Sunday, November 12, 2006

Code Blue



I knew I was in a snit when when the first word out of my mouth this morning was "Blech!" And I don't think it had anything to do with the wind howling outside. I like wild, temperamental winds, as a matter of fact. Actually, I knew last night that something was up. When I'm tired but my body is fighting sleep nevertheless, I know something's off kilter. Normally, a few hours' sleep fixes any- and everything. But -- not quite.

Is it the blues, though? Not quite. What it is, is a funk -- etiology unknown. There's no discernible reason for it. It just is. Amorphous. Ephemeral. Unknowable. These things go as quickly as they come, though, so I'm not worried about it. I'll either figure out what has me in a funk or ... I won't. Either way, it'll read the writing on the wall and go away on its own soon enough. Of course, the funk appears to be illiterate; it couldn't even read the "Funk-Free Zone" sign on the front door. If all else fails, I can organize the crickets into a militia and have them run it out of town with tiny little Uzis -- make them earn their keep.

As a last resort, I have a jar of hot fudge sauce. And a spoon.

How about these funky Twisted Linguistics?


soruonded
crossdreessing
mosquitoe
memoriues
Aperntly
deatels

Let's try using them in a sentence -- without our eyes crossing and tongue twisting into inescapable knots.

Aperntly, soruonding a crossdreessing mosquitoe will
give you the deatels. Memoriues that!


Get on outta here, 'ya blue funk.

Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (hee oh)
Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah)
Creole lady marmalade (ohh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (oh oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (yeah yeah yeah yeah)


My friend Roxan came to the rescue on the cricket menace with this suggestion:

To get rid of crickets, mix some molasses and vanilla extract or lemon juice in water. Crickets are lured to this bait and they drown in it. Be sure to plug up any holes in the house where they are getting in. Hedge Apples work too.


I don't want to kill them, though. Plus, who'd empty the buckets of sodden cricket remains, fit them for itsy-bitsy shrouds, make their teensy little coffins? Not moi! Isn't there some handy-dandy way to, you know, simply repel them? Make them want to go to somebody else's house instead?

It's Sunday, which means I have girly stuff to do today. I need to do my nails, and maybe I'll do something different to my hair. I might paint my toenails, too. I don't usually bother in the winter because, I mean, who sees them? It could be a Blue Funk remedy, though. I'll try it. Nail polish smells better than garlic, too.

14 comments:

Steve G said...

You would enjoy the windy, wet, stormy German weather that we are having today. I love the Blues Brothers. (smile)

Serena Joy said...

Sounds like my kind of weather. We had the stormy rain last night. All that's left today is the wind. With the sun out, it's just not the same.

se7en said...

Thanks for the kudos! And now I know all the correct words to that song, LOL

I hope none of those crickets are named Jiminy!

Serena Joy said...

Hey, se7en, nice to see you!

Actually, the king cricket's name is Jiminy. I don't think he's long for the throne, though. I heard some of the other crickets talking. Their little cricket legs were chirping "Coup!

RexZeitgeist said...

I painted my toe nails this morning! I got my industrial sprayer out!

Serena Joy said...

Oh, cool, Rex. If I'd known you were doing it, too, we could have painted together. LOL. What color did you use? :)

RexZeitgiest said...

Plaid!

Liz said...

Hope the funk has funked off now, Serena, and that this week will be great for you. (Crickets excepting.)

Serena Joy said...

Oooo! A nice tartan? To match your kilt? :)

Serena Joy said...

Thanks, Liz. It's all better now, just as I thought it would be.

Steve G said...

Serena, I switched to Beta today. Now I find out that I can't post to a non-beta blog. Have you had that problem?

Serena Joy said...

Steve, I do run into that from time to time. Normally, signing in allows me to post; when it doesn't, I just use "Other." Of course, I'm having to sign in constantly anyway, even to post a comment 5 seconds after a previous one on MY OWN blog.

Southern Writer said...

Serena Joy, you've got a serious posting problem. Did you go ask Bloggeratto, like I suggested? Here's something you may check: I have a gmail account I use strictly for back-up, so I don't get in it very often, but when I do, it kicks me out of Blogger and I have to sign in again. How many programs are you running at once? Try to eliminate whatever you're open in, one by one, and see if you find a culprit. I'd start with anything Google related.

Serena Joy said...

I haven't signed into gmail in quite a while, mainly because I know I'll have 200 or 300 spams to delete when I do. I sign in through betablogger.com, and nothing else is running besides my AOL that I know of. I haven't yet been over to see Bloggeratto but I'll try and do that tonight.