I must admit, i didnt even finish reading this post because i was simultaneously grossed out and intrigued by the fish pedicure. I really want to try this.
I need a pedicure every 2 weeks thanks to years of stillettos and rollerskates.
Whens this coming to Fresno!?

I don't yet know of any spot in Fresno doing this. But I'm sure if a place does that it will put out publicity to get the word out ... unless anyone's already seen this around here?

That fish thing is gross. Wish I hadn't read it while eating.

And no, I didn't see "No Country for Old Men." Wanted to, but the violence factor scared me away. Maybe if Hollywood made films that didn't force people to cover their eyes there'd be more people watching them.

...so this is HOW good Felicia's postings are:

--I'm scrolling down through them, looking to post some sort of
'..and where have you been, there, missy?'

-but each thing I'm looking at, entrywise, has it's own life, it's own current and discussion of the subject, -and has been often in tribute to those Felicia has chosen to pose in discussion...

so it's like...

'here?'
(nope... that would be rude)

'here?'
(nope... poor taste, definite design going there, I don't want to mess up.)

'...okay, how 'bout here?'
(unh-uh... I like that dialogue too much...)

see the PROBLEM?
These things all have an integrity and are not just 'throw away,' conversations from beginning to end.

Believe me, if anyone can 'tack something on,' (or change a course of flow, I can,)
---and I just can't go doing that with your stuff...

But I still have a job to do, and there is no
'contact this writer or pose a general question' on the Beehive...

So the 'fish that chew off the dead skin on your toes' is the lucky winner.

Felicia: --where the heck did you go?
You posting anymore?

Did the Corporate-Monkeys higher on the foodchain tie you up and put you someplace where there are no keyboards?

If somebody had bright ideas of moving you to another area, I think said someone and their bright ideas needs to rethink this (and/or be flogged,)
(unless you got something in a department that paid better, if such is the case: rock on.)

(How to say this without it sounding awkward or as a slight to your other bloggies, I mean, they're all good at what they do, and have their own character mapped out...)

Your subject matter, insights and the sort of conversations you started (however)
-often hit an area that I found lacking in the other bloggers (not that they were bad or anything, it's just that they seemed to come from a different angle.)

-Yours was a perspective that could be pithy, funnny, thought provoking (all that,)
without straying into mean spiritedness and really has a bit of class and respect that was unique
(like, there was a maturity and respect thing going on there that shows a different and
(erm) more mature aspect
or something.
(...great,
now Heather is going to think I'm picking on her because she's mean spirited...
No, no, no.
on Heather, meanspiritedness is sort of a virtue, She's got that 'meangirls-gossip dominatrix thing,' to do,
(I'm sure she's a veritable girlscout who is a kind as a spring breeze in kansas in real life who's not the least bit catty (oz prolly puts 'roids and hot peppers in her breakfast serial or something each morning,,, poor kid.)

An Lemme Tell Ya:
--Do you know how hard it is to write someone whose work you really respect, who also happens to be a woman and try to say:
'..yeah, you are older and that shows
(when you don't mean: 'older,' like 'your OLD,'
(cause you aren't)

I mean it like,
of an age that strikes a chord that goes a bit deeper, perhaps is a bit more remote,
and has got an elegance and maturity in the viewpoints you put out, and that bring others response to your posts that are missing when you're not there.)
(This is where the English language really fails,(and pisses me off,) and where my lack of command of the English language fails further (and pisses me off more.)
--I'm sure the Ukranians, Hungarians, or some remote Native American People have the exact word for it, and it is quite lovely, (maybe the bush people somewhere (now, if only to learn how to type like the guy in 'The Gods Must Be Crazy' talks (with all those cool clicking sounds and stuff.)

I'm sure it goes something like:
'...yeah, writer hottie who thinks more like her 40's than her Teens's' -but is still writer-hottie, and exercises the brain without being the least bit stuffy.
(with all due respects to Mr. Felicia, of course.)

You are missed.
You were starting to develop a bit of a following, (I think,) and that is missed too...

I'm just sayin' over here.

(frowns, slurps coffee, scratches right side of head, realizes it's quarter to ten, raises both eyebrows, exhales, smirks,
heads off to showers,
realizing that church starts at 10:30...
(wondering what shirt to press...
stuff like that.)

(With Edit, now realizes it's Ten: which requires high speed shower and pressing,
(great: danger half awake, greaaaaat.)