So.  You may be asking yourself,  “What?  It’s been almost a week.  And.   No blog posts?  Where’s Vick?

Well.  Funny you may be asking.

I guess I have been in recovery.

Because.

Last weekend, I happened to visit Dr. Shelley Stockwell Nicholas‘s Past Life Hypnosis class.  And I almost didn’t make it back.  Wait.  No.  That was her.  I made it back.  But she almost didn’t.  So.  I’ll get to that.

Let me regress.  A nice change from my typical digress, huh?

Anyway.  If you’ve never done a past life journey before, it’s really a fun trip.  The person acting as my hypnotist took me to a library in my mind.  Upon the bookshelves I chose a book.  1916.  She asked me if I wanted to read it.

I said no.

Sit back down.  Story not over.

She let me choose another.  1216.

Okay.  I hopped into that one and found out I was a traveling minstrel that overthrew a kingdom with my tales and enactments of liberty and justice.  The people took over the kingdom!

Power to the people!

And then they stupidly trashed the place, lost the kingdom back to the royalty.

And killed me.

The End.

So that was fun.

But the food was miserable if you got any.

So.  I came back.  Because I didn’t want to miss dinner.  We were having food.  Food that tastes good.

But that doesn’t explain my recovery to you.

Because it wasn’t my trip that was the trippiest trip.  It was Shelley’s.

I don’t know why I was chosen to be her hypno-guide.  But I was.

And she took herself to the future.  Around the year 3000.  She was traveling around in some other galaxy.  According to Shelley’s script, I asked him a bunch questions, but due to the circumstances they sounded quite inane.

And this guy, who she said looked like silverware, got tired of my interrogations and dumped Shelley like she was space junk.

I had to go through the void and reel her back in.  The zero g’s and vastness of  space gave me the icks.

I guess I’m not great at intergalactic travel.

Beam me up, Scotty.

Back into my box o’ fun.

So are you game?  Wanna take a past life trip?  Contact me.  And Fun Your Way out of the Box!

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OMG! I have been so busy not blogging that I have been unable to blog.

Funny how work and family and life creeps up on you.  And before you know it four whole days slip by and.

Yep.  Meant to end the sentence with and and.  I am full of inappropriate andings.

K. Well I gotta go take care of more life matters now.  But I will be back later today!

See you then.  And as always, have a fun your way out of the box day!

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Today Zill and I will be adventuring up the 110 Freeway.  I don’t think we will be taking all 110 exits.  Just maybe two.

So why would this be considered an adventure?

I don’t know why, but everytime I drive up (or down) the 110, something weird happens.  Like the time a couch popped up in the #3 lane.  Or the Laker’s Victory Parade in the Carpool Lane.  Or the Burnt Orange Porsche racing the Cherry Red Ferrari.  Or the truck toting 27 palm trees.

All the busy-ness will keep me on the toes and prevent me from being hypnotized by the road.

So we’re piling into the car soon.  See you on the freeway!

Have a Fun Your Way out of the Box Day!

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Is Escarole Gassy?

OMG!  I never thought to question that.  I’ve been eating escarole forever.  Well, at least for a few years.  And.  Until today.  That question never pooped, um, I mean popped, into my head.  I mean, gas is gas.  I don’t usually consider where it comes from. I’m more worried about it escaping if you know what I mean.

But the considerations raced through my head when I received my Google Analytics report today.  This report is like a deity to me.  It tells me how my website is performing.

The pleasure of mine soared due to the increased traffic to my website.  Thank you all for reading my humble blog.

And I am even more thrilled on how people are finding me.  Facebook.  Twitter.  Yelp. And now… Search Engines.  Whoa.  I’m big time now.

What is especially thrilling is that Slique is becoming Google-able.  YAY!

If you Google  “Is Escarole Gassy” you will find Slique.

So all I can say is:  Yay for digression, Unusual Blog Titles and an Eclectic Variety of tags.

Fun Your Way out of the Box!

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I really like some of the comments that show up in my spam box.

Box o' Spam

It is so tempting to put them up, especially this one, because of its randomness.  So very much like my mind!  An on-again off-again topic  digressionalization.  How “Vick” can a commentator get without being Vick?  This is kind of scary…

“When you order frogs legs at a restaurant what do they do with the rest of the frog ? – Well surely they just throw the rest of the frog away and take it to the tip.”

It is a google-able quote that pops up in all kinds of blogs.  From Wedding Planners, to Student Loan Forearms, um Forums.  From Bicycle Clubs to a Louisville Music Fest.

All those guys allowed the comment.  In fact over 232,000 people let the comment ride because it is clever.  But I’m not going to follow suit.

Only Spam allowed is what falls outta this here cleavage...

The origin of the comment on my blog is supposedly from a big, burly motorcycle dude.  He must have been attracted to the possibility that I once considered purchasing Doc Martens to wear at a wedding.  And that perhaps I might have a handlebar mustache and/or mutton chop sideburns.

That would be a good look for me.

An alternative solution for an abundance of facial hair

Or perhaps this one?

Englebert H... I just cannot say his name with a straight face!

The problem is that I actually look like this:

Clean shaven look

How do I reconcile myself with the fact that I’m not the bearded lady?  Oh well.

Another comment which sings to me is:

“My whole problem is my lips move when I think.”

Whoa!  That is so me.  Perhaps this person has been eavesdropping on my hypnosis sessions with myself.  Because my lips move when I don’t think, too.

How do these people who are spammers know me so intimately?  And do I really have to elevate them to Deus ex Machina?  Sometimes I think that out-of-da-place remarks are a sign.

How to open a door.

So I don’t know how I’m going to pull this nonsense together.  I’ll just push it under the rug.  Or better yet into ye olde box of fun.  I’m all for making life interesting!

Fun Your Way out of the Box!

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