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Our MMMLog update will be by our Visiting Dignitary:

Hello! I'm Aimee and I will be posting today! Aren't you happy!?!?!?! Well where should I start??? Uhhh... well I get up VERY EARLY which is very unusual for a teenager... by the way I'm 14... I'm not really sure what I should say... Well... I guess I should tell you what I'm doing here...I'm visiting my aunt... and uhhh that's pretty much it so I'll let her take over. BYE.

Ah, the loquaciousness of teens. Or however you spell that. In any case, guess I'll be getting up earlier, too. Argh. The good bit is she doesn't eat breakfast, but the bad bit is she does insist on eating other meals. So there you go. Looks like we'll do Southcenter Mall and the Rain Forest Cafe today, then back home to get ready for dinner guests and critique at my house tonight.

Oh, big fun for Aimee, you're thinking. Well, maybe not so much, but that's what visiting the aunt is all about. Besides, she's hugely electronics savvy and showed me how to text message on a phone I've had for two years. Of course I told her she could use up all the texting minutes or whatever they are for her efforts. She's totally confused her friends with texting from an alien phone but seems to enjoy the freedom of additional minutes. Both Aimee's parents have called her to make sure she's okay and so have her friends. My goodness, flying off to wilds of Seattle from a small desert town by herself is a first for the niece and everyone wants to be sure she'll return in good order I guess.

Well, gotta get ready to hit the mall with a stop at the dentist first.

CUL8R, Mmmmmmmmmmmmelinda, using what texting lingo she's just picked up way late.

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

I have a friend who would break into a conversation and proclaim, "Let's talk about me" (LTAM.) Shocking, yes, but honest, for we all want to talk about ourselves. For the most part we listen, or appear to be listening to someone else talk, but we're really concocting our response or thinking about something else until the person takes a breath. Then we jump in with our own LTAM until someone else breaks in at our perceived and hoped for pause. We all do it, but when an interviewer can't let a guest go two words without breaking in with his own LTAM--that's just wrong.

Most people usually listen to internet radio interview/talk shows for the particular guest who's being interviewed rather than the host. There's one internet radio interview show host whose books and personal talks I've enjoyed for many years, but I have great problem listening to him interview others. Perhaps it's his vast experience with ETs and abduction that makes him the "let's talk about me" guy that he is. Had I the experiences he's had, I'd probably be all about talking about them/me, too, despite what anyone else was saying, much of which would trip the "Yeah, I've been there" switch in my consciousness and the juiced up feelings would come pouring out.

Nevertheless, I recommend www.unknowncountry.com and the Dreamland interview with Dr. Fred Alan Wolf, who did a great job talking over the host's usual LTAM interruptions with great information on quantum physics and time travel. I love this stuff!

Mmmmmmmmmmmelinda

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

Think it's hot where you are? The Kansas Heckler reports: It was 118 at our house yesterday, 113 here in Buhler where I work. Wow. Sounds like Vegas. Today will be ever so slightly cooler and then Tomorrow, Tomorrow (oops, sorry, singing) it will be in the low 90's with (quiver, goose bumps!!!) rain! Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Just as Prozac is the ruination of a great depression, so rain can flatten a hot, dry spell.

Then she just sent this: It's raining and the temperature is under 80. Oh happy day!

Here in the Puget Sound we're entering a heat wave. Going to be in the nineties starting today. I've got the house closed up like I still live on the desert and the air conditioning set on 70. The niece of MMMMM is visiting from the desert at the first of the week. She'll probably think she's in a cool, green heaven, while the locals are frying as central air is still a rather anomalous thing to have in one's house here. All the new starter castles they're building here that cost $800,000 and way up come with all the lovely touches and designer extras but rarely air conditioning. That still amazes the DH and me. We gotta have cool. We went the first summer in this house without air conditioning and suffered greatly. The next spring the DH had a 5 ton unit installed that could probably cool not only our house but our neighbors' houses, too.

So, here's to staying cool and having a great weekend.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmelinda

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

I've been listening to Hay House Radio and enjoying all the inspirational/motivational/metaphysical speakers and teachers. This morning before I started my MMMLog, I caught coach Bill Phillips whose specialty is weight loss help. He was talking about the pandemic of obesity in the United States and asked if the audience had any thoughts about the causes of said pandemic. I've got plenty of opinions about that subject.

It ain't all our fault.

Yes, we put the junk food in our mouths in incredible amounts--that's our decision and follow through. We do that, but you know what, we've been conditioned to do so. Conditioned via print media, TV and radio to seek and find satisfaction of whatever hunger outside of ourselves. The corporations spend billions of dollars on researching human behavior and the best ways to condition people to be receptive to their advertising messages and act on them. It's been discovered that advertising strictly through audio channels isn't as effective as on TV as when one is listening to a radio ad, they're still having to use their imagination to visualize the product or state the ad is selling. So they're thinking and the sellers sure don't want that. They want reacting and the more emotional the response the better.

On TV, no imagination is necessary for all the perceptual input is carefully managed to zoom right into the subconscious. And most of us don't even realize it. We may consciously think or notice something about the ad of a handsome and smiling couple dining at Mickey D's. They share a longing, even flirty glance into each other's eyes, have both hands lovingly wrapped around a huge-seeming sandwich and take a bite. They're obviously pre-orgasmic. And that tasty little message goes right to our subconscious minds and where it's associated with and stored with other like information or experience something like this:

Hunger (physical and emotional) = Eat/Consume = Hamburger (or whatever is being sold) = Delicious = Entertainment = Beauty = Love = Satisfaction = Eat/Consume.

Again, we make the decision to overeat and indulge ourselves in so called processed food we've been told isn't good for us. But we're helped mightily in that decision to consume by every ad we read, see or hear. Think of it, we're constantly bombarded by the subliminal and overt messages to EAT, to drink and indulge ourselves because we deserve some fun, some happiness, some satisfaction, don't we? Then we get the ads for drugs that promise to take away the consequences of our indulgence. It's a win-win for everyone but the consumer.

Look at that word again--CONSUMER. That's what we're called by the corporations, the sellers, the dealers in surrogate satisfaction and fulfillment. They've gotten so good at what they do that we don't even know that we've been conditioned to consume. Then they, and we, blame our lack of self control entirely on us, the conditioned consumer. But, hey, there's a new diet book, a new drug and new coach to help us lose all that ugly weight we've allowed ourselves to put on.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmelinda and her conditioned response . . .

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

I am a member of a fey band of kindred souls. We four have had many adventures together in this life since we met in the early nineties. We believe we've had lives together before this one as revealed by the past life regressions I've guided our group on. This time writing romance has brought us together.

One of our cherished foursome, DeeAnna, is currently experiencing a health ordeal. She's undergoing chemotherapy for an aggressive form of breast cancer. On her first treatment Darcy went with her to the session and got the lay of the chemo land. She's to have four sessions three weeks apart and yes, she's allowed to have visitors. Yesterday Lisa and I showed up with half a birthday cake (we'd celebrated Darcy's 95th birthday the evening before) and Tarot cards at DeeAnna's request.

The treatment room is lined with recliners and chrome trees that hold plastic balloons of innocuous seeming clear stuff that I guess I expected to look like atomic green glowing Liquid Plumber. We saw our target in the corner in her new red Polo cap and reading a book as a couple of bags dripped into her forearm. We got right down to business and set upon the most delicious chocolate fudge cake with mousse filling anyone has ever tasted. There was a small sliver remaining and I felt bound to leave it on the dessert/coffee table for others to enjoy. Though I wanted to cut it so more could have a tasty crumb and ended up smashing it to blobs that looked as if someone had already eaten them. I noted that when we left the cake was still there while DeeAnna's lime bars she'd gotten up at 5:00 a.m. to make for the nurses and other patients were nearly gone. Guess presentation really is everything.

There were maybe five patients there when we arrived, but the room was full when we left. Gosh, that's daunting. Afterwards the three of us went to Whole Foods and strolled and ate samples and chatted and spent more money on beautiful goodies than we expected to. That was a great way to finish DeeAnna's session and we were glad to be along as she had moments of, well, "chemo brain" that put her perception a bit off. In fact, during the chemo we were doing Tarot and I told her "to cut the cards towards ya." She ignored me and I asked again if she wanted to cut the cards. She said sure. But I asked you to before, I said. She hooted and said she heard: cut cards, Georgia. Her name is not Georgia so she didn't respond. Hoooooohaaaaa! So I called her Georgia the rest of the time!

In three weeks we'll sally forth together to treatment land again. In the meantime we'll give great soul support to each other and ask you to join us with your kindest, most healing, loving thoughts and prayers for DeeAnna and my dear cousin Diana and the many others who are going through the same thing at the same time.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmelinda

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Via the son of MMMMmmm, the family has had communication from two adventurers, Lunsford and Charlotta. Though we've never learned their last names, we believe that they are at least an upper class British couple and possibly royalty. They travel constantly and mostly in the eastern world. Their communications are usually quickly scribbled on odd bits of paper and posted by camel or sherpa. Then it is up to the international postal service to find the son of MMMmmmm because Lunsford and Charlotta never seem to have his current address. They pen suggested destinations on the envelop such as "Check Las Vegas" and "Try Montana". Can you believe it, the letters always reach the son of MMMMmmm and without postage! Postal workers are more dedicated than we thought.

When the son of MMMmmmm was visiting last week a letter came from Lunsford and Charlotta. It had been so long since we'd heard from them that the sudden appearance of the single sheet of paper folded into eighths with writing on each single panel and crammed into a tiny envelop with the son's name and "via B. Camel -W-G-H PRIVATE" scrawled on the front and a scull and crossbones warning on the flap, we were very concerned. The son has given me permission to quote the contents as follows:

Dear Friends:
When a fierce pack of black panthers stalked us and then chased us we ran to a river bank. The river was awful but we knew cats don't like water. We jumped in, and were swept away. The gold bullion we carried affected our buoyancy so our struggle was mighty. We were swept by a goat farm where they had cashmeres. Many miles down stream we were caught on a snag and thus reached shore.

The cheese book includes our atlas so, no thanks to you, we do not know where we are, though these rough-looking natives point to the high mts. and say a long word which sounds like Carpathian. We think we're somewhere in the wilds of Utah for these might be skiing mts. And there is a small cafe with a fry-cook who looks familiar. He keeps one hand on his boning knife. He watches us!

The opals are hidden in our shoes which makes walking difficult so we hire natives as partners. They like our gold and insist we pay for everything. The brown camel with the golden hoofs [indecipherable] to take you. We're running out of gold and the natives are getting restless.

Send money--you know where. C & L.

We're very worried as we're prepared to send the requested funds but to where??? The son of Mmmmmm doesn't know where Lunsford and Charlotta are and none of us has the time or wherewithal at this moment to personally search for them. We can only hope that their cunning and luck holds until we hear from them again or the detectives we've put on the case find them.

Mmmmmmmmmmelinda

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

Yes, it has been many longs since my last post. Even the Kansas Heckler has given up. Wait, she just pinged me about it again. She doesn't give up so easily. We could all learn from that. And I must say, I like it that she actually cares enough to gently heckle. So there you go.

The son of MMMMMmm was visiting for two weeks. The DH took vacation and we zoomed around the Puget Sound. We stayed a couple of days on Hood Canal at the Alderbrook Resort and had a fairly enjoyable time. Don't think there was a mall we didn't hit as the son is gearing up for a new job, and you know how I loath shopping. But we got it done and I won't have to shop until my niece Aimee arrives later in the month for a visit. She's a teenager and where do they lurk--yeah, online or at the mall while texting their friends. So, I guess I'll be malling again. eeeeeeee!

The son bought the DVD, The Matador. Oh my, Pierce Brosnan at his Tailor of Panama best or worst. Yikes, that guy can play smarmy/nasty/slimy too well. I had that film on my Netflix queue but now don't have to engage in the long wait. I see that Syriana is finally inbound so the wait is over. I'll give it a watch and let you know. One obscure film that spent about ugly three minutes running on my machine was Turn Left. Never heard of it? Me either. It was on my recommended list because of some other film I saw and rated 3 or above. This one I rated at 1 and if there had been any minus ratings available, it would have gotten the lowest. I swear it was a so called indie film for instant video release that the boys, who also were the actors, director, and key grip, shot with the Sony Handycam. Gosh, it stunk. There was no plot, no art, no entertainment--just foul language, pointless violence and shock sex. Yar.

I'm catching up email, mucking out the guest room and working on the books--until my Aimee arrives and we girls go do fun stuff and I'm saved from taping the new sheetrock the DH hung in the garage. So stayed tuned for the next couple of weeks as it could get interesting in so many ways.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmelinda