Running With Scissors.(Formerly HippoRastaPotamus)

Monday, October 12, 2026

I saw the other day someone had posted online how eggnog is already out....AND they called it Chicken Milk ,too, which surprised me and made me laugh as that's what we've always called it since the almost 32 YR old called it that when he was little( age 4-5 or so) and ever since then that's just what we've called it. (He's always been the funniest of all the kids) In French it's called lait de poule which translated directly says milk of chicken, or chicken milk.

I'm really NOT even supposed to like it though with my lactose intolerance and the way my colon also reacts to egg yolks and yet somehow I still DO, esp. with nutmeg sprinkled on top, and the best one ever was this really amazing kind they used to have but sadly discontinued( doesn't it figure?) with chocolate hazelnut.

It's also sad now too sunrise isn't until 7;20 am ( it used to be 6 am) so now I get up before the sun and sunset is at 6:31 pm(it used to be 9pm) and once we switch the clocks back at the end of the month sunset will be even earlier around 5pm. That's when it starts to get really depressing. I think it's time for another colonoscopy as well as it must have been 5-6 years already and I'm pretty sure it was in October, and today 12 October was also my oldest's original Due Date in 1989 but he was born 4 days later. Actually labour started 3 days later but it lasted for 24 HRS, and no, I never *DID* forget the pain....with any of them. I also saw something the other day I haven't seen in decades: a white dog turds in the grass! I used to see them all the time but then don't any more and wonder what happened to them. Where did they all go?

I found out as well that place in Pennsylvania is spelled Erie and here all this time I always thought it was Eerie, and there was this Australian Metal band called Rose Tattoo as well but I don't hear so well and at first I thought it was Road Tattoo but I think that's actually a pretty good name for a band though: Road Tattoo and for a joke I also re-named that AC/DC song Have A Drink On Me to Spill A Drink On Me.

Beja hates his sweater as well and whenever I try to put it on him now he'll bite at it and keep turning and shaking his head so I guess he prefers to freeze, and yesterday I saw 2 cardinal babies (I could tell as they were small and still had lots of their grey fluffy down-y feathers) pecking at crumbs on the porch but one kept squawking to be fed and I was surprised its sibling fed it as I never knew siblings fed eachother but it was so sweet to watch, and I got a suicide "alert" concern notice from Facebook too regarding something I posted but I don't even remember posting anything even remotely suicidal but I guess it's just my "default" setting now, and every day I wake up hoping and praying to God that it's The Day I finally die and am set free, and am disappointed that it's not,so I might NOT be normal.... ha,ha...and my Irish friend is suicidal once again as well and it's "funny" how when I pray for him it's that things get better for him and that God gives him comfort, strength, and hope and sends him a friend so he won't be so lonely, but for me I ask that I die yet I don't ask that he dies, even though he would also finally be at peace but it just doesn't feel "right".

We both have the same struggle, with little hope for any relief yet my prayers for us are vastly different.

God gives us our animals for different seasons and purposes in our lives.-Denise Marie