The Cure for Dizziness

So I've been thinking about labels and stereotypes and how I am even victim of such things, as much as I try not to be - I do it too.

And I thought about all of the neat little boxes where we store our thoughts and opinions in the dark creaveses of our brain. Some boxes silk, some glass, some denim, some the finest damask, some leather and some velvet.

My favorites are velvet.
Red Velvet.
I love red velvet.

I wanted to buy a red velvet couch once. I wasn't allowed. Honestly can you tell me that a couch that looked like this would be a BAD thing? It would be the ONLY red thing in the room, with rich browns and some golds. Maybe, just maybe I am a tacky person, but I think there can be a right way to do it, and I'm willing to take that risk. Few are, I realize.

Red is by far my favorite color.

Mr.T hates red.

Red is the color of blood.

I am part vampire, this is a true and proven fact. Some of you have read my old blog where I wrote about vampires. They are by far my favorite undead. Especially Mr. Gerard Butler ...grrrrrr!


{She is wearing red silk, red silk is pretty cool too, but not on a couch.}


{Excuse me, is Mr. Gerard Bulter's arse sitting on a RED VELVET chair, I think so.}

I once told my Sunday School class that I was part vampire. Not my finest moment! I think I will go straight to hell for that dumb ass move. Only one kid really caught it, fully (because I tried backing out of that situation really quickly). Let's call the little brat Tom. Tom caught every word I said (first and only time he EVER listened to anything I had to say), anyway, I've had problems with Tom ever since. I don't know if it is because he hates vampires or if he knows I'm slightly insane. Either way he's a liability.

I've digressed. I was writing about neatly packed boxes, all categorized, and labeled in our brains, and how my favorite boxes are wrapped in red velvet. It occured to me that I do have an awful lot of boxes but I also have a significant number of free radical thoughts/opinions/ideas/memories that do not fit in any of my boxes so they bounce around in my head. These thoughts bounce and ricochet around my brain so when I turn too fast or god forbid turn around in a full circle those free thoughts act like that weight in a Hula hoop that causes it to keep spinning ... and this is the reason I get dizzy so easily.

I hate being dizzy.

I hate spinny rides at Kennywood Park.

I've hated spinny rides ever since I was able to develop my own ideas of the world and own my very own free radical thoughts.

See, I've proven my hypothesis with scientific data.

The cure for dizziness is to organize your free radical thoughts and keep them locked up tightly in your own neatly wrapped [insert favorite color and material here] box.

I've included this link because I thought it was super cool for someone that is looking for some fun exercise. I think I want one of these.

And YES, I do love Red Velvet Cake, but I cannot make red velvet cake anymore as my girl will turn into a crazed insane monster if she eats red (and yellow) food dye. sigh.