BABBALU

Disclaimer, I only pretend to me Mexican, I’m not edumacated in Espanol….so please excuse my Ps and Qs.

I have a new friend! His name is BABBALU…and he lives in my belly! (said like Mike Meyers).

Anywho, the other day I was swimming at a friend’s house wearing my new snazzy suit and embracing the dork that is I. A bunch of us started talking about Desi and Lucy, and how sexy Desi was. For a second there it was like Desi Arnaz possessed me and I was compelled to yell out BABBALU!!!!!!! Don’t ask, personally I don’t get it, I guess it was one of those moment things. It was then that I embraced the Babbalu.

I get on this kick where I say the same things over and over again…Right now I’m on the word “fuckers” and “BABBALU!” Now, I can say fuckers whenever I please, it’s a dual term, I can say it with love and compassion, imagine birds chirping, bunnies leaping through the forest (bunnies do live in forests, don’t they?) and I can also say it with malice, like when some bitch cuts me off on the 405, and the its all about wrath, displeasure and extreme pleasure. I say BABBALU in the same way Pumba farts, it just feels good to say it, rub my Buddha belly and be a dork about it all! In many ways it’s a great stress reliever.

I BABBALU in the bedroom, at work, in the car, when I’m dancing….I can’t explain it…but I can feel it. Its like Mel Gibson screaming “Freedom!”

So, when you’re down, and you need a lil pick me up, clear your throat, capture the moment and BABBALU to your hearts content!!!

BABBALOOOoo its Thursday!