Our Guests Today: Anne Pinfold and Victor Feske
My Hippo-Nature: Swolt-Up, Turgid, Triumphant 
Mangosteen: fount of Jungle Juice 
Emory, the Cajun Druid Mystic, Purveyor of Jungle Juice
I flounced into Dr. Muldoon's office yesterday to learn that the marker for ovarian cancer (called CA-125) in my blood is now 17. Normal is about 35 or lower. The Wise Doctor nearly fell out of his swivel chair. Or was his head merely spinning like the girl in that delectable piece of cinéma vérité, "The Exorcist"?
Unfortunately, Dr. Bob stood up a bit too soon after viewing the impossible, mind still agog and eyes akimbo. Ass over teakettle!!
I know he thinks it is all because of his wise choice of exotic poisons streaming periodically into my corpus, my astounding youthfulness and vigor, and the "healthy denial" so natural to me combined with my preternatural good cheer. I agree this is the witch's brew that often is associated with "good responses" to exotic poisons.
My other theory is that I am a hippopotamus. My children or one of their whimsical savant friends (probably Victor Feske soon to arrive! always quite a mouth on that fellow) asserted in their teen years that my aura was that of the hippo. At the time I was deeply affronted. "Will these vile urchins ever stuff a sock in it and end their offensive effrontery", I would sweetly think at the time. Now I know I am a hippo not only on the Spiritual Plane but at the cellular level as well.
http://www.signaling-gateway.org/update/updates/200609/su-0609-5.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECNxBhkS6jw
My Hippo-Nature has been catalyzed and swolt-up from swilling down large quantities of tropical jungle juice (mangosteen) sent to me by my mystical friend, Emory. Emory lives in a moss filled lair in a live oak on the Bayou Teche. He even has lichen growing between his incisors. The real deal, trust me!
Emory revealed to me he is a Cajun Druid. Go figure. How did a Druid land in the middle of that swamp? Whatever! my good fortune...
There you have the secret to my current successes.
May they continue!!
In just a bit Anne and Victor Feske will cross the portals of our humble abode, the plants outdoors are smiling in the new rain and all is good in the land of Miz Flounce and her handsome escort, Paul Edmund.
Avanti! Time to shake booty beside the Lake. Hopefully not in my hippo guise....
Awash in Tropical Magique,
Mizzie Flounce(via Jeff)
My Hippo Nature on Display
3 comments:
Wow! I am not a hippo but I channel them regularly. Although we live in Bakersfield (me and my two chihuahua, Tickle and Pickle)which is a desert we have hippos come to our trailer nearly every day. Now that I have read about you and your HippoNature I will try to meet a Cajun Druid. If they can land in a swamp why not a patch of tumbleweed!! Not certain about your whole mangosteen/jungle juice rap yet.
Hopeful in the sand....Celeste
Your mangosteen looks just like my third eye?
Could there be a connection?
Worried in Morgan City,
Pischouette Bonne-a-Rienne
Dear Madame Jones,
I am Monique. I live in Lyons France.
My class loves your dancing American escargots that put woody in your dance legs. Our snails are not as in America. I think your snails are with pep and asy things like "you go Girl". French slugs are more quiet. We French have a saying that came from a snail who saw a rhinocerus in Paris.
"Ce sont eux qui sont beaux. J'ai eu tort ! Oh ! comme je voudrais être comme eux. Je n'ai pas de corne, hélas ! Que c'est laid, un front plat. Il m'en faudrait une ou deux, pour rehausser mes traits tombants. Ça viendra peut-être, et je n'aurai plus honte, je pourrai aller tous les retrouver. Mais ça ne pousse pas !"
You can see we have sad and bitter snails without the self esteeem. I think you are of the Cajuns so you know the French? If not I translate our snail for you.
"They are the ones who are beautiful. I was wrong! Oh! how I would like to be like them. Alas! I don't have a horn. I would need one or two to enhance my drooping features. Perhaps it will come and I won't be ashamed anymore, I'll be able to find them all again. But it's not growing!"
No American snail would ever say this? They just shake the booty?
Monique
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