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According to Bayview Herb, winter doldrums are fueling the wild speculation re: the fire that heavily damaged Boileau’s Patio over the weekend here.
Can’t Get No Satisfaction:
my lips are too small, my nose is too big … my breasts are too small. my chest isn’t bulgy enough. my eyes are droopy … my hair is the wrong color … We have been there from time to time, with one of these … yet I got to ask, why aren’t we satisfied with what God. has given us. It takes a while sometimes, like the hair. God gave me auburn. Looking more brown in the winter and red tones and almost blonde tones in the summer. Yet, I changed it to lighter, or darker. but now it is in its natural stage of 3 shades of grey and white. I have silver, white, light grey, dark grey, and a tad of brown/grey./Cis, Simple Mind. More here.
Question: What would you change about yourself if you could change one thing?
D.F. Oliveria is a columnist and blogger for The Spokesman-Review. Huckleberries Online was judged the best 2008 Idaho newspaper blog by the Idaho Press Club. And the best 2007 news blog in the Pacific Northwest by the Society for Professional Journalist. Print Huckleberries is a past winner of the Herb Caen Memorial Column contest by the National Association of Newspaper Columnists. The Readership Institute of Northwestern University cited this blog as a good example of online community journalism.
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Bent on March 24 at 2:48 p.m.
My stinking blood pressure. I’m working on it. But man, when does this getting old crap stop?
I have had LOW blood pressure all of my life, and I go to the dentist last week and she wouldn’t let me leave until I made an appoinment with HER doctor (my doctor was booked).
Apparently, my blood pressure is in a fairly dangerous zone. I would have had no idea because I’ve never had to pay attention to it. So it’s meds, exercise and diet for me… Oh well, I was already starting evenrthing but the meds anyway…
JeanC on March 24 at 2:51 p.m.
My nose. I’ve always wanted to get my nose done. I inherited my dad’s nose and while it looked fine on him, I don’t think it looks good on me :(
JeanieSpokane on March 24 at 2:55 p.m.
I hate my profile. I think it’s the nose. Nobody knows a nose they like.
tarynahecker on March 24 at 3:26 p.m.
I’d like for my broken tailbone to finally heal because it makes it hard for me to sit on my can all day.
scootermom on March 24 at 3:30 p.m.
I wish I could sing.
My voice is horrible, and causes me to avoid church because of the singing thing.
JeanieSpokane on March 24 at 3:33 p.m.
Now I love to sing! (I’m not saying I’m any good - it’s all in the ear of the beholder) I’ll trade my voice for your nose.
scootermom on March 24 at 3:46 p.m.
I like my nose. It has a nice straight, narrow, aristocratic look.
If I hold my nose and sing, I think I probably sound better.
Maybe it’s my ears that make me tone deaf. How are your ears?
I’d swap my ears in a heartbeat.
JeanieSpokane on March 24 at 3:53 p.m.
I have beautiful, small ears that lay against my head - not like my son’s whose ears flew out on the sides of his head when he was born and stuck there looking like a human baby Dumbo. (He can’t sing either).
Stickman on March 24 at 8:11 p.m.
Not one thing. We came in to this world with what we got. Leave it all alone. Be happy with what you have, as it is probably much better than some.
Sam on March 24 at 8:13 p.m.
I’m with Stickman: Nothing. Though I’ve already made changes in the last decade.
Cindy_H on March 24 at 8:30 p.m.
I’m with Sam. Though, in my case the last decade made changes in me! Without my consent.
Nick_Adams on March 24 at 8:58 p.m.
I’d be nicer to my friends. We’re all kind of cynical, sarcastic bastards. Sometimes, though, I think they’d just like someone to listen and empathize with them. The constant need to seem invulnerable alienates us from each other.