Oh yeah…Here it comes. The costumes is the biggest question. What are you wearing for Halloween. Should Harold and I get dressed in a costume and trick or treat? Why should it only be for kids. Anybody can trick or treat if they want to! Thinking of what to wear. Thought about a playboy bunny…oy, you have to pull your waist in so tight and then prop your bosom up so high. Forget it. To much trouble and SO UNCOMFORTABLE. Maybe a gypsy. Excuse me , now they call em psychics. I could wear a lot of scarves and bangle bracelets and colors and maybe make alittle money by telling people their fortunes. Yeah, that’s more like it. Harold can go as me and I could go as Harold. No. Then I would have to get in his lazy boy chair and roll it down the street. To much trouble.
I don’t think Harold is gonna go. He just doesn’t care about things as much as I do, like candy. No, I ‘ll go alone…maybe as a champion cannaster or mah jang player. Guess what. If that party pooper Harold doesn’t go trick or treating with me, I’m not sharing my candy with him. I know, I’ll just give him the cheap candy corn and not the reese cups! A person has to have boundaries.



I’ll tell you the truth…I’m stressed out…I have sssshpulcas, (tremendous anxiety)! I mean I can’t sleep! You know I was never a good sleeper…So annoying how Harold can go to sleep in less then a second …Actually he is asleep most of the time. In fact ..Now I’m wondering if he is awake any other time except to eat. I DON”T KNOW! Sure Harold can just go..To ..Sleep cause he doesn’t have heavy decisions weighing down his mind. He isn’t experiencing anxiety 24 hours a day trying to figure out what to do….No, he’s relaxed and mostly asleep. I’m the one left suffering …suffering and more suffering trying desperately to come up with, not only the answer…but…the RIGHT answer concerning who I am gonna watch first …my JIMMALA KIMMALA…or JIMMY WIMMEY FALLON!!! OY!!!! I’m dying!

First of all, I don’t want to hurt anyone/s feelings. That is not what I am about…you all know that. I want the people I love to get ahead. You know I was sooo happy when they moved my Jimmala’s show to an earlier time! I couldn’t wait to tell Myra how excited I was for JIMMALA. The “CANNASTA GIRLS” celebrated by having a cake and ice cream instead of Danish that evening. When JIMMALA got engaged, “THE CANASTA GIRLS” celebrated by having champagne with cake and ice cream. When Jimmy Wimmy got the TONIGHT SHOW, the “CANNAASTA FIRLS” celebrated by having a whole spread…bagels with a shmear and lox (not salty)…the whole thing…chopped liver…tomato and onion and of course pickles…

Now, I’m anxious and depressed because soon I have to decide which Jimmy I watch first!!!! I don’t want to play favorites. Mother’s shouldn’t do it and I shouldn’t do it. I feel like their relative…(you know an aunt or something) It is interesting to me how I can feel soooo close to them like we are family.

So, my mother use to say make a list of the good (the pros) and then another list of the not so good the (cons)…I made so many lists I had to wake up Harold and tell him to take out the trash cause there was sooo much paper. I guess I should just go with my gut…

Maybe I should take a Xanax and calm down and that might help me make a decision. Oy, when I get like this I over eat and then I feel bloated and even worse. (Oy, bloat is the enemy)!

Did you know I love music, it really helps everything. I leave the music on ALL the time. It makes me think better. I like all kinds of music. I have music on right now to calm me down. You know that ISLAND GIRL…Rimanna something …her new song STAY is sooo beautiful…It goes right to my heart. I wouldn’t dream of getting dressed and putting on my make-up without the music on. Now that I think about it ..maybe Harold has been talking to me but I have the music on and I can’t hear him!!!! You know what I think, maybe it’s how you can stay in a relationship forever….don’t listen to them, just LISTEN TO THE MUSIC.

Soo all of my SYLVIA PEEPPS, How am I gonna decide? Which JIMMY goes first?
You know if I was gonna have a son, I would have Jimmala and Jimmy Wimmy….I would have to have two sons…OY!!!! I have a headache trying to make this very important life changing, earth shattering decision……HELP! Come on, HELP SYLVIA!!!!! Come on…I’ll owe ya one!



Sometimes it is difficult to sleep cause of the huge rollers I set my hair with…..I am about 3 feet above my pillow.    Oy…how I suffer for beauty…..Then about 4 or 5 times a night I check to see if Harold is still breathing.  I check with my little mirror.  Last night it was faint…but…still breathing…I have no luck.!


…No mazel!  Well tomorrow…well I guess you would call it today…just little later, I am gonna have lunch with a friend.  Now I don’t know what to have, the tuna or the salmon, or should I even have fish all together.  Sometimes I am just not in a mood to make big decisions.  Well I am turning on the heating paid.  So…where do I put it tonight?  On my tummy (I’m bloated). My neck (always cramped up) My left knee, had new knee put in and It is killin me!  Another BIG decision.  It’s not easy, since I am a LIBRA.  Very difficult being a Libra…but also a lot of fun.  Well I guess I should try to go to sleep.  I need my sleep to go to lunch tomorrow.


Nite my peeps.


Sometimes I can’t find my Harold

Sometimes I can’t find my Harold

Sometimes I can’t find my Harold…Sometimes he just blends into the rug.  But…maybe that’s a good thing.  Maybe this weekend I can drag him (kicking and screaming) out of the house.  I’ll try my hardest…but if not, me and my BFF Myra will go gallivanting!  …The new POPE looks like a nice guy…warm, nurturing and he cares about the poor…I’ll tell you what, I LIKE HIS FACE!

Sometimes I can’t find Harold