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WEIGHT LOSS/WEIGHT GAIN
I Love great big men, more to hold onto and can’t run fast long, so they can’t get away. I Love big men, more power behind them, i Love strength in big men. Ride that cowboy, is what Nora said. But you will do . . .Because i Love you, even though you are thin.
Kind of creepy though, hugging bones. You need to learn how to eat proper and when to sit to gain weight. Even though you may have a fast burning metabolism, there are foods that can help you put some pounds on, you need to ask your doctor
English: This is a side view of me at 190lbs to be used as the ‘after’ picture of weight gain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I Love big men, they Love to eat and i Love to cook, they keep me warm at night so we don’t need 20 blankets and this keeps the heat down.
130 POUND MAN 210 POUND MAN MEN
English: Side view of me at 160lbs to be used as the ‘before’ picture of weight gain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Do you like great big men or do you like them thin?
The weight of our bodies varies from tiny to large. Under weight over weight. How do you see yourself. Lean or fat, chunky or thin I like great big men.
DON’T WAIT FOR LOVE LET LOVE COME TO YOU
So you are waiting for Love everywhere and you still can not find it . . .Ever ask yourself why? Is there even Love out there for me? How come i can’t get people to Love me? What is wrong with me! ? Do i BLAH BLAH too much, is my hair the wrong color? Is there something wrong with my face? Is it because i don’t have ?/??, this question varies. [ I wouldn't have a clue as to what you may compare yourself to ]. But we all have something we all think is the cause for not FINDING LOVE. WE WAIT!
Then forget to live life, wasting time Looking for Love. Do you even Love yourself? How do you like yourself? Rather . . .Do you even like yourself? There is your time wasted again . . .All that time you were going on about Love you could have been spending it on you! Learning to like who you are and what you can do and like to do.Thne while you were being you . . .Look at that, Love found you.
Step one . . .LEARNING TO GET ALONG WITH ALL OTHER PEOPLE
Step two . . .TAKE-UP A HOBBY OF ANYTHING YOU, ALWAYS WANTED TO DO
Step three . . .SEE YOUR PROJECT TO THE END NOT BEING A QUITTER/LOOSER/GIVER-UP-ER
Learn how to say “Hello” while you scratch the small of your back . . .That way they won’t want to shake your hand. And if that don’t work straighten your cloths. But the whole idea is to strike-up a conversation, need a tree? By the straightening of the cloths . . .Well this actually gets you ALL SHOOK_UP, limber, relaxed, and so on . . .While you are doing this dusting off and straightening cloths thing, you are allowing yourself the time to thing of something to say or what to even say. The whole time the person watching you is probably thinking you have lice or something there like that. You at least gained the attention, hoping some how this will all turn into LOVE Love you were,are, waiting for. Silly you, go paint a tree or shovel a hole for a tree, Build a bird-house or row a boat. Don’t wait for Love, Let Love come to you. 
Step one . . .MEET PEOPLE
Step two . . .YOU HAVE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE
Step three . . .REMEMBER WHO YOU ONCE WERE BE THAT AGAIN FIRST
DON’T WAIT FOR LOVE
There is a lot of people out there who are hurting-just like, thousands, of people wanting waiting for Love, but they go on, because they believe, they want to live life. These are the people who believe in maybe someday! And they do what they like to do in-between. This in-between is THE DISTRACTIONS in life calling to them to race across the world on a skateboard wearing nothing but a hammock! Or something there like that. Turns out these people . . .Prefer to enjoy life and Love it nice, but it is not everything in the world that you could be doing besides waiting for Love. These people live a blast, happy everyday, this basically tells you you are, wasting your life, losing who you are turning into a nobody all by your own doing, cause you choose to wait for LOVE.
LET LOVE COME TO YOU
Like a brave knight move onto anything else you thought you would like to try!, Write a cook-book, ride a horse, give one of your rooms a face-lift, paint a cow or try. Find who you are and see if you like you, pay-attention to you, LOVE YOU first! Have fun with things you thought you always wanted to do. LOVE WILL COME TO YOU, as you are being yourself. As it turns out, there happens to be tons of people like you, but you have to get out there, leave your house and do the things you like to do. , you will see many people doing what you are doing. But you have to go to where the crowd is. But not to LOOK FOR LOVE! To have the best fun you can . . .All people see when any-one is having fun, people like to see fun!
So if you are a person waiting for LOVE . . .You are waiting for NOTHING/WASTING AWAY/LIFE-LESS/SAD/SHY/SELF-CONCOINIOUS/WISHING THEY WERE A KID AGAIN TO DO THINGS DIFFERENT/ ODD/IGNORANT OF THE VERY WORD LOVE/SELF-LOTH.
- NO-BODY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD WANTS TO love ANYONE LIKE THAT!
- PEOPLE LIKE TO lOVE PEOPLE WHO LIKE AND LOVE THEMSELVES
- PEOPLE LOVE TO BE ACTIVE WITH OTHER PEOPLE
- FIND YOURSELF AND BE YOU PEOPLE WILL COME TO YOU
YUCK I HATE ANY FORM OF WATING. And i hate it when i forget to unlock the ‘Caps Lock” button, but i move on because i believe in me/ not all the time . . . 
LUCYANNA/ WHY IS MY CHILD SO BOSSY/PARENTING
Someone asked, hey Lucyanna? Who is the boss in your home you or the kid? And how did things go wrong with your friends kid? Why are they so bad? “BAD KIDS ?” . . .
The thing of it is was, i knew my MOTHER & FATHER were my BOSS. Now this is my home and i am the boss and the child does as it is told.
The thing of it all is somewhere along the line parent and child reversed role, allowing the child to take over the boss, position, of the house hold. They allowed this, i did not.
But the thing of it is the parent doesn’t even realize the “position”, they gave up to their child, now their BOSS, was indeed something they were doing by allowing the kid to always get their way. But then Society, along with the parent then, deemed the kid to be spoiled, rotten, mean, bad and all sorts of names, without understanding the child still thinks he is in charge.
Complicated i know, but simple really, it’s like eating any time you are hungry for ever, now you are not allowed to! What are you going to do? You always eat . . .Now no one is going to let you eat. What do you think you will do? EXACTLY! And it is nobody’s business what you would do. And more than likely, it will be something bad. And why not? Your starving! . . .Well same with the kid you don’t listen to anymore. How do you think it feels? Ship-ahoy mate. We’re on our own boys. Smell you later.
You don’t blame a child, you ask why? Odd how there are always reasons.
The thing of it is . . .It is most likely over something really childish in the first place, and i only say “Childish” because it all derived from a child’s [point of view and the parent failed to see this by falling not to obey the BOSS, which was the role in the house-hold given to the child, all because the parent forgot that "parents", are the boss! Not. { Awe, look at the cute little baby, let it have one or give it one to stop it crying, people are looking}. I ask you . . .Does you boss care if you are crying or you want it. NO! They explain anything as to why not.
It's not a bad kid it is a bad parent. More than likely . . .the child's parent was not properly parent-ed either. Which is why i say NO! to your question.
NO! YOU DO NOT ALWAYS KNOW BETTER. BETTER THAN WHAT? BETTER THAN WHO? [ So you ask].
We are not born knowing we are taught. There are thousands of teachings who the better? What the better. We are who we were taught to be. Sure, then we are on our own, our own BOSS. “Unless the parents are around”.
But don’t laugh just yet . . .There happen to be thousands of parents that are the BOSS in the house. And look at some of those children . . .EXACTLY!
The good and the bad.All with money, some good some bad. We know the good are the ones that become doctors. But they want money to save your life. So i can not tell you if that is good or bad.I guess that would make money the boss, maybe i’m wrong. What kind of question is that anyways?
So you think by listening to your parents and going to school, learning a trade makes you good? We make ourselves good with the help of our parents.
The thing there is that it is a special kind of people to learn to save lives rather take lives. But they charge you lots of money. Odd to me, i’m just saying. So what is good what is bad? Unless we are taught we know nothing. {But to know “nothing” is a good thing sometime}. Sometimes to know too much is not good for the brain. [We call these people idiots] . So we are taught. Which is odd to me, because parents take the time to teach their child about idiots by starting off calling the child, an idiot, and then, taking the time to describe, to the child how he is as an idiot . . .How the parent was taught what the word meant. Your nothing but an idiot! Now you are in trouble because, YOU JUST CALLED THE BOSS AN IDIOT!
All i can answer to that is that you allowed your new-born-child, to grow into telling you what to do EXACTLY! [which explains the missing "dot" after do], You just can not knock a boss off! To many bad thing occur. You can never allow your child to tell you what to do in the first place. You can however teach them how to make proper suggestions.
So as far as i am concerned to answer you question about How important is it to let your child know you are their boss? My answer is. “VERY IMPORTANT“. Age one or as soon as the child can crawl. And as for your question about How to be the boss to a child that young, easy . . .You gently pick your child up and change their direction, WITHOUT SAYING A WORD!
Should the child venture back to the area of no, no, then you do the same , gentle pick the child up change the direction without saying a word.
Should words be spoken it should be things like, come-on, come-on, that a good baby. come-on. [this is your command], as a parent. The child will grow into your command as long as THE COMMAND IS ALWAY GENTLY put forth! not cursing and yelling and name calling and . . .Not doing, as your child boss told you to do. So about REVERSE ROLLS IN PARENT AND CHILD? Yes i understand how it happens . . .Why did you ask? Is your child bossy and you can not handle it?
The thing of it is this type of take over of the child is it STARTED AT A VERY EARLY AGE. Now that the child is nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen and so on . . .The situation is much harder to get them to realize THE PARENT IS THE BOSS. But it is not hopeless at all unless the PARENT does not want to play their part in fixing it all. Which is not as hard as you may think it is. LOVE.
But not always . . .Some children become the boss of the parent as the parent ages. And i’m just saying . . .Again, somehow, somewhere along the walk of life, the aging parent allow the child to take over to role of command, thus, sometimes suffers the wrath of the new boss in the child. Or the child may be a blessing to the parent as the child is a gentle boss just like you were to them.
It is all how we are taught, is my over all answer, as to who i think should be the boss in a house-hold. This i find a safe answer rather slash off at the mouth saying who the boss should be. If a child is taught at an early age that it has control of the parents and the house-hold, who is to say they have no control after all. Not me!.
And about your question . . .Who is the boss in my house? Me! Well if my parents aren’t around that is. And about that kid . . .He was always telling his parents what he wanted and what to do, so i have no say there. And that you ask me How. How what! Slash that!
This is how, to answer your question about how? As a parent, you are the “adult“, which means, you have learned many things growing-up. You learned the hard way or the easy way, but you do know there is a way, there always is.
Thing of it is . . .Do we want to be easy or hard on our children, starting right off in the beginning, you are the boss and things do not get out of control.
TELL YOU WHAT . . .That i am the boss in this place.
SLASH OFF WITH THE QUESTIONS.
KNOCK KNOCK-WHY DID I ANSWER THE DOOR-BRITISH HUMOR
“Bit early for a visit isn’t it.”
I feel so sluggish, i need, a cup of tea. ”Yeah, that’s real healthy, that will just perk you right up.”
Well it helps wake me up . ” Try sit-ups or touching your toes.” What are you nuts? “Give it a go mate be for you knock it.”
Fine i will do ten. Watch.
“Bloody good show mate how do you feel now. Cup of tea.”
Not yet. I want to move my shoulders around. When i touched my toes it hurt but it felt good, rolling my shoulders now feels good on my neck, shoulders and my arms. Watch . . .I will reach for the sky stretching my arms and back. Wow it feels like i have stored up energy in here somewhere.
“Ready for a cup of tea now?”
Are you nuts? Do i look like i’m ready for tea. I’m stretching my whole body out and i feel so much stronger. I feel good. Watch me spread my legs and touch the floor. It feels real good on the inside of my legs, like i could run a marathon. Maybe i should do all this when i wake-up every morning. It does make me feel healthy.
” Smashing, view-point, cup of tea then?”
What is with all the tea you keep asking me about? I wanted tea and you didn’t want me to have tea. You wanted me to touch my toes in its stead so i did. And now you want me to have tea.Talk about getting me to do what you want when you want.
“You know what . . .You knocked on my door for tea.”
You know what? Put a wall between us. With just a door. It must get knocked upon, nothing more.
“To hear a knock.”
Knock knock
“Who is there.”
Me.
“Me who.”
Me, in my underwear, standing on my head.
“Bloody good thing putting a wall between us.”
It’s only a joke. Okay, make me a cup of tea while i touch my toes. How is that. Good enough for you, then we sit and tea our selves out.
“Hey, i got a smashing knock knock joke about that wall though.”
Go it . . .
“Knock knock.”
Who’s there?
Yep, that’s real funny. Dumb if you ask me. Well rude. It is a stupid knock knock joke.
“What’s so stupid about it.”
It’s scary. Knock knock jokes are funny jokes not scary.
“A smashing read of it off a Halloween box mate.”
Still. It’s a dangerous joke to accidentally tell a weak-minded soul. What if you made a mistake and told that knock knock joke to a psychopath-on one of his off days. How funny is that now.
“Smashing blow mate where do, you, come up with these fantasy.”
Fantasy? Is that what it is called when i think? I think i think in the other shoe so i understand both sides. So here is a knock knock joke for you.
“Give us a blow then.”
Knock knock
“Who is there.”
YOU
“You who.”
You who, I’m over here.
“Splendid go of it, you made me look.”
You know it.
“So what do you think about the economy.”
I don’t!
“And why not.”
I don’t know anything about the economy that’s why, there is nothing “I”, can do, about the economy. I’m a little guy not carpet baggers. Why make my self sick or get dragged off to jail or find my self hunted by co-ops, or i spy or fbi, cia or who ever is out there working for the man, all because i was out flapping my gums over how i, don’t like the way they run the economy and start rallies and hang posters get mobsters on the go and a whole lot of sorts get out of whack. I’d sooner drink and be happy.
“Bloody well flapping your gums now mate.”
Did you want me to say something like, over run with immigrants or out side countries, coming in taking our jobs. And i don’t know shit about the trade industries. And i don’t understand why people get all out of joint about who the country trades with. Or is it about what the trade is?
“Ship ahoy mate, over board.”
Hey i’m just saying i am happy that i can walk to the corner store and buy a box of teabags rather be the one getting it myself from an other country. What if things were like that! What if every human person on this face of the earth right now had to fend for themselves.
“How about we change the subject.”
Why . . .I’ll talk about the economy with you if you want. I got all day.
“Knock knock.”
Who is there.
“Me won’t.”
Me won’t who.
“Me won’t listen to you talk about the economy.”
Oh, a one-sided joke. See how you are?
“Well that just about does it then doesn’t it.”
What.
“I’m a bloody bloke with one shoe, isn’t it.”
Enough tea for the day then.
“We didn’t have any bloody tea, we haven’t moved to the kitchen yet have we, we are still standing at the bleeding door aren’t we.”
Knock knock
“Why did i answer the door”.
LUCYANNA SHE SAID/SHE SAID
HOW ARE THEY
HOW ARE THEY NOT
HOW COULD YOU ASK
HOW COULD I NOT
To that, she said. “CAUSE AND EFFECTS”
Then blabber-mouth said blah blah blah.” We are all living in vessels made of flesh and bone. In order to keep this flesh and bone organs feed blood lines through out the flesh. If you choose to drink booze, smoke cigarettes, drown your system in coffee, eat a pound of sugar a day and sit stuffing your face with fatty foods, the vessel will rebel in its own way. Causing the vessel to grow and explode or rot in-side somewhere. Like Cancer”.
Standing there listening to the girl blab and blab on, waiting for the end of her explanation, she, was vexed when the silly talk was over. Then she said. ”So yeah . . .How are they not. How can anyone person think, dumping wads of unhealthy food down their throat, drinking booze every day or so, smoking a carton of cigarettes a week or less, plus stuffing the blood line with coffee and sugar, while they sit all day, not think they are destroying their only vessel. The only one link to life that they have, how can they not think this is their own doing.
The other girl actually said. ” Sometimes people do not think about living like that. They think about a good time not a long time, they don’t think about destroying the vessel nor do they think they indeed are, slowly starting the rotting process. They live as to what makes them happy.
“Awe.” She said. “That is how they are not. They must be informed”.
“How are you going to inform them” The blabby girl said.
She waved her off with a hand jester, telling the “smarty pants” girl, that she will just have to write a book, on, “How to kill your vessel” Then said. “Then everyone would live healthy forever”.
The girl laughed at her saying in a mocking voice. ” How would they.”
“How would they not”.
LUCYANNA AND HER DISHWASHING PHOBIA VERSES SANYAWOJOHOIS UNFASHIONABLES
Being held in her own mind being forced to live in her very phobia of germs. Skin sheds in patches on the morphing hands.And still she is made to perform dish duty day after day. This daunting task will take her hours just to turn on the water to turn it of to walk away. But with-in the next half hour or so she will start rince-washing the dirty dishes with hot water and soap then wash out the sinks, emptying them out. Once that is done, she will wash the dishes but with some difficulties to which dish is the cleanest to wash first not to dirty the water. She will continue on in that manner until she reaches the really dirty dishes, the ones she believe will cause her to lose these layers of skin AND to those, that will surely kill her, should the dirty water splash on her face! This she will scrub off right straight away.
FEATURING
SANYAWOJOHOIS UNFASHIONABLE APRONS UNFASHIONABLE CLOTHS
WELCOME TO UNFASHIONABLE
I’M JUST SAYING-BYSANYAVERO
The only things with washing all your cloths is you have to put them away.
The only things is when you want to paint you have to wash your brushes.
The only thing is if you want to eat clean up your mess wash your dishes.
The only thing is i’m just saying, bysanyavero, pick your shit up. I mean come on man. Why should i have to, not that i don’t want to, i’m just saying, pick-yourself-up.
GET IT NICE AND MUSHY AND WE WILL EAT IT
Yeah, what life tosses at us on a whole is sometimes rough on us. Things like a house burns down, your boat sunk fifty-feet from shore and you are terrified of sharks or your best friend jumped off a bridge, your car breaks down in the middle of no-where and you suck at directions or you have a dentist appointment.
English: RIVAS, Nicaragua (June 24, 2011) Capt. Wendy Boruszewski, a dentist from San Diego, ensures a patient’s dentures fit properly at the Humberto Mendez Rivas medical site during a Continuing Promise 2011 community service event. Continuing Promise is a five-month humanitarian assistance mission to the Caribbean, Central and South America. (U.S. Air Force photo by Staff Sgt. Courtney Richardson/Released) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Lets talk about dentists for a moment.
They are not well liked by many people and they are associated with PAIN.
They talk to you asking question you can’t answer because the dentist has their hands in your mouth. They laugh and make-up their own answer for you, mostly getting the answer wrong making you speak seal-talk.
They have needles! That go in your mouth!
They twist and they pull and you can’t feel a thing.
IN YOUR MOUTH
A maxillary denture. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This is a place where we put our food that we need to eat to stay alive and healthy, but not when all your teeth got pulled. At once. Can’t eat for days, especially if you have no dentures and there will be no dentures in your near future. You are eating jars of baby food for the first several weeks or close to it. You are starving somewhat of malnutrition.
The time arrived for gatherings of families and friends, children all screaming out joys of their Christmas toys. The
English: A group of children at Christmas dinner. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
air-filled with the smell of turkey and stuffing, with the supper smells tickling your palate. You Love our gifts but you are not satisfied your starved. It has been three weeks and the best you can do is suck on straws.
PROTEST
Time to find a chair, take a seat at the dinning room table. The lay-out of food is a wonder to the eye. So much food all at one meal. people and children start to dig in, pass me this and pass me that and hand-in-hand criss cross all around. You had enough. You protest! What is wrong with you now they all wonder, why don’t you eat! I protest that too, you tell them. You all know i just had all my teeth pulled i can’t even chew on shit, but you get it nice and mushy and we will eat it.
Shark Teeth (Photo credit: compujeramey)
BLENDERS
For when you feel mushy, they come in handy, and no house should be without one.
A blender will get food nice and mushy.
Mouli-Baby, a small food mill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
ON STRIKE
ON STRIKE-QUIT
- Quit everything
- Quit something
- Quit
So now what . . .What will you do
- Start something
- Sit around
- Sulk
What . . .What will you do. What did you quit. What happens now depends what you quit and to what extent did you quit.
- Totally everything
- Life
- Certain things
Should you still want to do certain things and did not quit everything then you always have something to fall on. Should you quit it all then you pretend you have nothing left. When in actual fact you have. Everything!
Indeed you have it all . . .You just do not want to do anymore. So then you can always remain you. ON STRIKE. Doing something you always wanted to do and have a blast doing it knowing it is you quitting.
- On yourself
- On others
- On you
I wish i had something, anything i could go on strike for. But there is nothing.
Oh wait a minute . . .I can go ON STRIKE and stop doing everyone’s cleaning. They can all lick their own ass. Butt. or something there like that. I want to be me. I’ll show them who is going on strike.
PICTURE THIS
What if i was the best ass licker in town, everyone came to get their ass licked and were proud of it. Even the mayor put up banners around town, proud to have the most favored town containing the greatest ass licker world-wide.
Of course this would bring in people from all over the GLOBE bringing in riches keeping the towns people content then i QUIT! I GO ON STRIKE! Plaster signs across the border and in markets.
ON STRIKE NO MORE ASS LICKING
Now everyone is wondering what the hell i’m going to do, following me around town waiting and watching in anticipation as to what’s going to happen now? No more ass licking . . .What the crap ass is that.
Well i’ve been ass licking for so long i don’t know what to do. Poo on you. Sooner or later i went missing and found myself listening to way deep in the JUNGLE where you can hear the cry of the Pisona bird, [pisona pisona pisona]. Now i just do what i want which is not having to ass lick.
Glad i went on strike
