Sarah says:
Heidi sent me song lyrics to post on here along with some comments but I don't have them handy now so she might get a little annoyed with me. I did try. But it didn't work. I'll try again tomorrow to post her comments onto here. They are meant to help you understand her nostalgia.
As for me, I am nostalgic for the last time I was able to go to the "big toilet" as Belgians would say. These pills are really screwing up my "transit" as Belgians would say. It's been 4 long days now! Before that it was 7! My poor, poor intestines! I am sorry to share all this 'too much information" with you but one should never be ashamed of such things as this happens to us all from time to time! I need tips! I have already gone down the fiber route. I think I'm going to now take these huge granules if fiber that I had to take after my back operation. They only kick in in about 1 or 2 days but they are natural at least. I can't go adding more bad stuff to my body. My back hurts a lot more from all this I am 100% sure. The one thing is very related to the other. No fun kiddies! No fun!
Here are Heidi's comments I couldn't post yesterday:
Heidi says:
This is it. This is what I am talking about. Nostalgia. I always feel weird when I hear this song. I never thought about why I was feeling that way (stupid...). Now I understand. It's nostalgia. What do you think, Wout? This is what we were talking about, isn't it?
A very good year - Frank Sinatra
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years
Heidi adds:
I have only had very good years in my life. And life just keeps getting better :)
2 comments:
Hey Sarah,
Do you all have okra over there? It is known to facilitate "transit"
Feel better soon.
MS*NY
It's hard to tell with the overlapping type, but I think MS is saying that Oprah facilitates transit. I find Rush Limbaugh does that for me, but to each his own.
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