Peace Dude

Well here it is the end of January ... the longest month I have ever lived through.  I honestly thought it was going to go on forever and ever world without end, Amen.  Psychologists say that January 25th is the most depressing day of the year -- the day when people feel the most depressed.  It's a combination of the end of the holidays, the decorations that made our homes seem more festive than usual have been taken down, most resolutions have been broken, and well the weather probably sucks.  But we made it through (well around 14 hours to go) January. I expect to have a wonderful February -- putting up the Groundhog's Day Tree, dancing to President Day's carols, watching the Olympics by the fireside, and eating chocolate while trying to ignore it's another &*#$*() Valentine's Day, which is getting us primed for Fat Tuesday on the 16th.  Well I'm going to go and enjoy the last day of January 2010.  Peace out.

Not Today, I Have A Headache/Heartache

I woke up at 2 in the morning with a splitting headache.  I took a bunch of Advil and got back to sleep but this morning I woke up with the same headache.  More Advil and hopefully some relief soon.

But I also woke up with a bit of a heartache.  My dad died 30 years ago today.  It just doesn't seem like it was so long ago.  It's odd to think that I've had more time without my dad than with my dad.  That's just not fair.  I remember when he died, he was 57, and I kept hearing people say he was way too young.  At the ripe old age of 25 I thought 57 wasn't all that young.  Now that I'm 55 it sure is young.  Funny how things change.

I think what I really regret is that my dad left before we really got to be friends.  At 25 you think you know everything and that you don't need a parent.  But I think it was in my 40s that I really realized how much I'd love to sit down and listen to my dad's stories.

I got a lot of my sense of humor and fun from my dad, and my eyes that squint when I smile, and my hearty laugh.  I miss him every day.  Thanks for it all Dad.

I'm Appreciated

Yes, the American Heart Association has presented me with a 2009 Certificate of Appreciation and all I had to do was open my mail. Oh sure they add a caveat about "in recognition of a generous gift" but too late, I already have my certificate. Thank you Dr. Clyde W. Yancy, President of AHA. (By the way I think the American Heart Association should have more fun with the fact that their initials spell A-HA, but that's just my opinion -- the opinion of an appreciated person.) This is going to look great on my resume under awards. I would recommend everyone open their mail so they too can be appreciated. Sure, you might think I didn't really do anything to deserve this but I disagree. I risked a paper cut, envelope glue poisoning (um, have you ever watched "Seinfeld"?), and the never ending concern with anthrax. I am now waiting for my invitation to the banquet saluting me -- an appreciated person.

I Feel Pretty

oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright.

I got nothin' this morning. I've sat here for the past 10 minutes trying to think of something to write about other than how coursin' cold it is and I got nothin'. Instead, here's an educational film for you to enjoy -- A Date With Your Family from the 1950s. If they had made a film about dinner with my family there would have been a lot of punching and kicking. After viewing the original I would suggest you watch it with the Mystery Science Theater gang. Come on, you were thinking all these things weren't you.

I Think The Sun Is Broken

Well the Gods heard my blog of yesterday and we have some sun, but I think it's broken because it's 'coursin freezing out there. (I prefer the more distinguished term "intercourse" or "'course" to the vulgar "F" word -- it makes me the classy broad that I am.)

Tonight is the State of the Union address. Personally I think it should be called the State of the Not-So-Union Address. We may all belong to the same country but we are so divided its sad. Gay marriage, abortion, health care, gun control, Kate or Jon -- the only thing we agree on is that the other side is wrong. I'm thinking of starting my own non-violent militia but I guess we'd have to be called a pacifistia. Of course you can't spell pacifistia without "fist" so I'm wondering if this would work.

Well at least I have the hat for it -- Pacifistia Fashionista

Just A Little Sun

Please, just a little sun ... I can't take it much longer.

I swear this has been the longest month ever, but I think January generally is a long, cold, dreary month. January is the only month of the year that I have never driven with the top down on my car. Okay, I did drive with it down when I was living in L.A. but I don't count that. And I can't just go around the block and say I drove with the top down. It has to be a legitimate, top down kind of day. I think my friend Terry had the right idea ... she went to Hawaii for a week. She's suppose to come back to work today but she just couldn't do it, she had to have one more day. She claims she's putting sand in her basement and she and her dog Kerbi are going to pretend they are at the beach. I love it. Perhaps we should all go over there and join them.

P.S. -- Pernell Roberts died. What baby boomer gal (or some guys) didn't have a complete crush on him as both Adam on Bonanza and as Trapper John on the Trapper John, M.D. show? He just oozed hot! Bye Pernell and thanks for the fantasies.

There's Always Next Year?????

There are a lot of sad people today in Snowville because the mighty Vikings have struck out. But hey, life goes on. And it is snowing again, hopefully covering up the ice. Yikes, what a winter. I felt sorry for Freckles this weekend when she would try to get up on the snow banks and sink. Then it was hard for her to get out because she only has the only back leg. It's really the first time I've felt sorry for her because she has 3 legs. But you now what, she got back up and kept going ... sunk and got up and kept going. I haven't figured out if she's inspirational or just not too bright.