In the comic strips and comic books, her parents are Cole and Nana Oyl, her brother is Castor Oyl, her sister-in-law Cylinda Oyl (Castor’s wife) , her cousin is Sutra Oyl, her Uncle is Lubry Kent Oyl, and in the KFS animated cartoons her niece is Deezil Oyl.
My baby’s going to bed, and I wish her the most healing night possible.
I’m going to hit the sack and read, myself… maybe I can develop some characters for the next story coming.
In other news, I just got an email about an apartment that I was looking at going up for sale. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a homeowner sooner than I thought.
I hope she’s ok… I’m assuming she’s off reading, doing chores or working on something else, and just forgot that she’d said that she would be “back in a sec”.
I’m feeling a little sad today. Things aren’t clicking the way they should, and it’s depressing me.
{update} She got sick! 🙁 poor thing had a worse day than me… I *knew* something was up. stupid me for whining about little things.
Can you know the mighty ocean? Can you lasso a star from the sky? Can you say to a rainbow ‘Hey, stop being a rainbow for a second’? No! such is Mango!
Can you catch a falling star without burning your hand? Can you put the sky in your mouth? Can you say to an earthquake…’Hey hold still for a Second’? No! Such is Mango!
Can you take the blue from the sky? Can you put the wind in your pocket? Can you catch a rainbow? No! Such is Mango!
Mango is like a drug. You must have more and more and more of the Mango until there is no Mango left. Not even for Mango!
My evil twin, bad weather friend
He always wants to start when I want to begin
It scares me so, like I scare myself
With that book of Nostradamus up upon my shelf
Playing hangman ’til the morning light
Doing donuts on the neighbors lawn
Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again
I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don’t know why
My evil twin runs home again
Search lights look for an alibi, but I’ll be home by then
Here he comes again, my evil twin
My friends have seen him hiding underneath my skin
Who cut the arm off the voodoo doll
That resembles a Republican president from long ago
I’d hate to see you leave
‘Cause I have grown so grateful for the
Blame you save me from
My twin
My twin
My twin
(My twin) I know he looks like me
(My twin) Hates work like me and walks like me
(My twin) He’s even got a twin like me
My evil twin, bad weather friend
I know some day I’ll meet him
But I don’t know where or when
For all you women entering that odd time called menopause and have been told that doing Kegel exercises will help strengthen your uterus so that you don’t have “leakage” in your older age.
Ever wonder if men have problems as they get older and if they can strengthen their own appendages?
Perceptive. Butterfly. I’d like the vulgar, in
emotional one closer to reason and her heart
and vivid imagery. Oh, nap time. That’s currently
in the stupid, Scotto, rainbows and desire: both;
spikes and trees hiding spring loaded scything blades;
force, some wild rabbits that children to be
have to some dirt makeup and is a walk
up at home, and made of discord.