Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, you should sell your house, quit your jobs, buy a boat and go bum around the Caribbean for awhile?
Far away from everything?
Having roasted coconuts with just you, your soul mate, and your offspring?
And some Corona?
Ya mon.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tasteful VS Tacky
So my husband and I are engaged in a bit of a debate right now. It has to do with Christmas Lights.
You see - I grew up in a tiny-iny little house with not much going for it. But at Christmas time, me, my Dad, and my sister could dress that little sucker up! From the old C9s on the house, to the multi-colored chasers along the front fence, to the giant "tree" made out of multiple strands of lights. The more, the better. And way back when, you couldn't run out to Target and pick up a sign of lights. We had to draw out "Ho Ho Ho" on a piece of plywood, have dad drill holes, and then place lights through each of the holes from the back of the board. It rocked!
Bart's house growing up was a lot nicer than mine. His family usually had the C9s along the roof line, and maybe a strand or 2 of white lights in the bushes. Pretty.
So is there middle ground? The first time I saw that video a few years back of that crazy house with the lights timed to music, I said "I want to do that!" All of those houses you see in the in newspapers where they decorate out their whole yards and have a little walking path so people can go through it all "Oooo and Ahhh"...I want that to me MY house. I am a firm believer that once a year, you should just go crazy with it. Kids love it. Some grown-ups love it.
Bart wants tasteful. He would like to see a simple white and green and red scheme, a little in the bushes. Man did he marry the wrong girl.
I want tacky. Make that TACKY! Currently, here's what I have out:
* 5 strands of white lights edging the front shrub beds
* 2 strands of white and 1 strand each of green and red in the small tree to the left of the driveway
* 1 strand of multi-colored in the large bush to the left of the driveway
* 1 white star hanging from the roof over the garage
* 1 double strand (300 lights) of white lights in the palm tree out front
* 1 double strand (300 lights) of multi-colored lights in the ligustrum bush out front
* 3 strands of multi-colored lights in the front shrubs
* 1 6 foot tall inflatable Christmas Tree on the lawn (it lights up too!)
* 4 double strands (300 lights each) of multi-colored lights draped along the outside of the privacy fence.
* 1 strand of blue lights wrapped around the big palm in the backyard
* 7 strands of white lights in the shrub beds in the back yard
* 2 strands of blue lights edging the shrub beds in the back yard
* 2 multi-colored lit wreaths in each of the 3 front upstairs windows
* White strands of lights edging all 3 of the windows on the back of the house
We also have a tree on the lanai (with blue & white lights), the lanai is edged in white lights (but we keep those up year-round), a dolphin that I can't figure out where to plug in, and an animated white angel that I also can't find a place for.
Of course, it all goes to hell when a) bulbs begin to burn out; b) the wind knocks shit down,; or c) (as was the case last night) the rain shorts out half of my outlets. My only holdup at this point is that I am literally out of places to plus stuff in.
So who are you? Tasteful? Or TACKY!
GO TACKY GO! GO TACKY GO! Once you go Tacky you never go backy!
You see - I grew up in a tiny-iny little house with not much going for it. But at Christmas time, me, my Dad, and my sister could dress that little sucker up! From the old C9s on the house, to the multi-colored chasers along the front fence, to the giant "tree" made out of multiple strands of lights. The more, the better. And way back when, you couldn't run out to Target and pick up a sign of lights. We had to draw out "Ho Ho Ho" on a piece of plywood, have dad drill holes, and then place lights through each of the holes from the back of the board. It rocked!
Bart's house growing up was a lot nicer than mine. His family usually had the C9s along the roof line, and maybe a strand or 2 of white lights in the bushes. Pretty.
So is there middle ground? The first time I saw that video a few years back of that crazy house with the lights timed to music, I said "I want to do that!" All of those houses you see in the in newspapers where they decorate out their whole yards and have a little walking path so people can go through it all "Oooo and Ahhh"...I want that to me MY house. I am a firm believer that once a year, you should just go crazy with it. Kids love it. Some grown-ups love it.
Bart wants tasteful. He would like to see a simple white and green and red scheme, a little in the bushes. Man did he marry the wrong girl.
I want tacky. Make that TACKY! Currently, here's what I have out:
* 5 strands of white lights edging the front shrub beds
* 2 strands of white and 1 strand each of green and red in the small tree to the left of the driveway
* 1 strand of multi-colored in the large bush to the left of the driveway
* 1 white star hanging from the roof over the garage
* 1 double strand (300 lights) of white lights in the palm tree out front
* 1 double strand (300 lights) of multi-colored lights in the ligustrum bush out front
* 3 strands of multi-colored lights in the front shrubs
* 1 6 foot tall inflatable Christmas Tree on the lawn (it lights up too!)
* 4 double strands (300 lights each) of multi-colored lights draped along the outside of the privacy fence.
* 1 strand of blue lights wrapped around the big palm in the backyard
* 7 strands of white lights in the shrub beds in the back yard
* 2 strands of blue lights edging the shrub beds in the back yard
* 2 multi-colored lit wreaths in each of the 3 front upstairs windows
* White strands of lights edging all 3 of the windows on the back of the house
We also have a tree on the lanai (with blue & white lights), the lanai is edged in white lights (but we keep those up year-round), a dolphin that I can't figure out where to plug in, and an animated white angel that I also can't find a place for.
Of course, it all goes to hell when a) bulbs begin to burn out; b) the wind knocks shit down,; or c) (as was the case last night) the rain shorts out half of my outlets. My only holdup at this point is that I am literally out of places to plus stuff in.
So who are you? Tasteful? Or TACKY!
GO TACKY GO! GO TACKY GO! Once you go Tacky you never go backy!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sometimes Surprises Come from Outa Nowhere
You know...after you know someone for 20 years, you think you've got it all covered. You've heard all his stories 50 times, and he's heard yours 100 times. You know exactly what he's going to order at Outback. You know his friends, and are friends with them too. You've travelled all over together. You've dated, broken up, dated, broken up, gotten engaged, and gotten married. You've been together through births. And deaths. You've owned pets and kids. And cars and houses. Solid, established ground, right?
But them WHAM! Out of nowhere your husband of 10 years does something completely wacko, and totally out of character.
This has happened once before, a long time back. There was this Halloween Costume Contest at a Hockey Game. The grand prize was an Air Hockey table. Sweet, eh? So - somehow - I convinced him to dress up like Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. I dressed up like Terri Irwin. And we went on the ice in front of 5,000 people. Not only did he dress up, but he acted it all out: we brought this huge blow up gator, and some brown cloth and some rope. When they called us, we threw the gator out onto the ice and jumped on it. Then we put the fabric over it's head and tied it up, all the while "wrestling" with it. It was a stellar performance, and we SOOOO should have won. Instead, some Star Trek Nerd dressed like a Klingon won. As my friend Lisa said "He pulled up to pick up the table in his custom-painted Star Trek Van. He probably dresses up like that EVERY weekend!"
The point here is that Bart would never do something like that. Me - absolutely. Him? Not so much. But he did it, and it surprised the hell out of me.
Fast forward 8 1/2 years or so. Mt dear friend "Tia" turned 40 last weekend. Bart and I were invited out to a huge party at a cool place called Cherry Pocket. It's a restaurant/bar/fishing camp/campground place. Very old Florida - very fun. Anyway, we were at this event for my friend, and the party was attended by mostly my friends. (Meaning mostly my girls, with a couple of husbands mixed in...) After the beer, and the air boat ride, and the Elvis show, and the SEC Championship game, and the appetizers (onion rings, fried grouper, fried catfish, fried gator, crab cakes, some sort of seared tuna, and peel and eat shrimps), more beer, then dinner (gumbo, raw oysters, garlic steamed oysters, the seafood boat, and the fried platter), we moved into the karaoke bar for karaoke and more drinking.
The beers turned to rum and cokes. The rum and cokes turned into shots. The karaoke got louder, and the bar started to empty out a bit. Now Tia LOVES karaoke, and she made everyone promise to sing. So after many many drinks, we all did. Mostly in groups. But then - here comes Bart. Next thing I know, he's up front, with a barrage of girls dancing behind him, singing Big & Rich's "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy." Not only does Bart HATE karaoke, but he's also not a big fan of Country music. But there he was. And as Tia's hubby Rod said "He didn't just sing it - he owned it!" He literally rocked out the bar! I about fell out! It's 3 days later and I STILL can't believe it! AND THEN...he got back up there with Tia and sang a duet version of The Dixie Chicks "Goodbye Earl." (He said - "It's Tia's birthday. If she wants me to sing, then I'll sing." Unbelievable.
Just when you think you know someone, they pull a whopper on you like that. Needless to say, my party-ass was so proud of my normally reserved hubby. Who'd have thunk it? Not me, and I know him better than anyone.
Oh - and if you ever get the chance to wear a tiara and carry a scepter - even if you have to steal it from the birthday girl - you should definitely do it. Very empowering...
But them WHAM! Out of nowhere your husband of 10 years does something completely wacko, and totally out of character.
This has happened once before, a long time back. There was this Halloween Costume Contest at a Hockey Game. The grand prize was an Air Hockey table. Sweet, eh? So - somehow - I convinced him to dress up like Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. I dressed up like Terri Irwin. And we went on the ice in front of 5,000 people. Not only did he dress up, but he acted it all out: we brought this huge blow up gator, and some brown cloth and some rope. When they called us, we threw the gator out onto the ice and jumped on it. Then we put the fabric over it's head and tied it up, all the while "wrestling" with it. It was a stellar performance, and we SOOOO should have won. Instead, some Star Trek Nerd dressed like a Klingon won. As my friend Lisa said "He pulled up to pick up the table in his custom-painted Star Trek Van. He probably dresses up like that EVERY weekend!"
The point here is that Bart would never do something like that. Me - absolutely. Him? Not so much. But he did it, and it surprised the hell out of me.
Fast forward 8 1/2 years or so. Mt dear friend "Tia" turned 40 last weekend. Bart and I were invited out to a huge party at a cool place called Cherry Pocket. It's a restaurant/bar/fishing camp/campground place. Very old Florida - very fun. Anyway, we were at this event for my friend, and the party was attended by mostly my friends. (Meaning mostly my girls, with a couple of husbands mixed in...) After the beer, and the air boat ride, and the Elvis show, and the SEC Championship game, and the appetizers (onion rings, fried grouper, fried catfish, fried gator, crab cakes, some sort of seared tuna, and peel and eat shrimps), more beer, then dinner (gumbo, raw oysters, garlic steamed oysters, the seafood boat, and the fried platter), we moved into the karaoke bar for karaoke and more drinking.
The beers turned to rum and cokes. The rum and cokes turned into shots. The karaoke got louder, and the bar started to empty out a bit. Now Tia LOVES karaoke, and she made everyone promise to sing. So after many many drinks, we all did. Mostly in groups. But then - here comes Bart. Next thing I know, he's up front, with a barrage of girls dancing behind him, singing Big & Rich's "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy." Not only does Bart HATE karaoke, but he's also not a big fan of Country music. But there he was. And as Tia's hubby Rod said "He didn't just sing it - he owned it!" He literally rocked out the bar! I about fell out! It's 3 days later and I STILL can't believe it! AND THEN...he got back up there with Tia and sang a duet version of The Dixie Chicks "Goodbye Earl." (He said - "It's Tia's birthday. If she wants me to sing, then I'll sing." Unbelievable.
Just when you think you know someone, they pull a whopper on you like that. Needless to say, my party-ass was so proud of my normally reserved hubby. Who'd have thunk it? Not me, and I know him better than anyone.
Oh - and if you ever get the chance to wear a tiara and carry a scepter - even if you have to steal it from the birthday girl - you should definitely do it. Very empowering...
Monday, December 1, 2008
Macy's Parade and the Car Ride from Hell
What is UP with the Macy's Parade now? I remember when I was a kid, we LOVED to watch it. It had all the fun balloons and the bands and all that. Now? The TV coverage is all about the "hosts." I have nothing against Meredith Viera and Matt Lauer, but I don't really tune in to see them being goofy and spewing out 100% uselss commentary. Get back to the balloons, damnit! And then there's the "guests", like the Macy's Parade is a talk show. CLAY AIKEN? Are you kidding me? Didn't his 15 minutes of fame run out, oh, I don't know - 5 years ago? And when did Darius Rucker go Country? Where are the Blowfish? Then there were the Marching Businessmen - a group of guys dressed in suits and ties, formed to advertise some menswear shop that has been closed for 9 years. All they did was steal from "Stripes" - boom chacalacalaca, boom chacalacalaca... It was all very disappointing.
Then there was the ride home yesterday. God bless my wonderful children - they were practically saints. The ride from Pensacola to Tampa is usually 7 1/2 hours - 8 if you stop and go in someplace to sit down for a meal. Yesterday, it took us 11 1/2 hours. That's pretty much the whole day in the car. And it was pouring the whole way, meaning the kids couldn't even get out and run at the rest areas. Every McDonalds seemed to have outdoor play areas, not indoor ones. We left Pensacola at just after 8:00 am CST, and arrived in Tampa just before 9:00 pm EST. It was miserable. The kids were real troopers, though. Their brains may have turned to oatmeal due to all of the movies they watched, but what can ya do?
Note to self: when you go back and read this entry next year, DO NOT DRIVE HOME ON THE SUNDAY AFTER THANKSGIVING.
Let the Christmas chaos begin!
Then there was the ride home yesterday. God bless my wonderful children - they were practically saints. The ride from Pensacola to Tampa is usually 7 1/2 hours - 8 if you stop and go in someplace to sit down for a meal. Yesterday, it took us 11 1/2 hours. That's pretty much the whole day in the car. And it was pouring the whole way, meaning the kids couldn't even get out and run at the rest areas. Every McDonalds seemed to have outdoor play areas, not indoor ones. We left Pensacola at just after 8:00 am CST, and arrived in Tampa just before 9:00 pm EST. It was miserable. The kids were real troopers, though. Their brains may have turned to oatmeal due to all of the movies they watched, but what can ya do?
Note to self: when you go back and read this entry next year, DO NOT DRIVE HOME ON THE SUNDAY AFTER THANKSGIVING.
Let the Christmas chaos begin!
Monday, November 24, 2008
How Badly Do I Want the Damed Disney Cruise?
OK - so here we are, on the brink of the season of charity, and helping others, and toys for tots, and food drives, and the red bucket with the bell ringer, and the be thankful for all you have, yadda yadda yadda. So what did I spend an hour and a half doing yesterday? Researching a Disney Cruise.
I'm a bit of a Disney nut. Not a go-get-a-part-time-job-at-the-Disney-Store-so-I-can-be-close-to-the-Disney-magic kind of nut. But I love the place. It really IS the happiest place on Earth. Especially if you stay at the Contemporary. And get to sit in the front of the Monorail. And get to see the fireworks 3 nights in a row, all from different and really cool places. But I digress...
Like most Florida kids, we went to Disney once or twice when I was a kid. I remember it was a long drive from Pensacola, and that my sister and I camped out in the back of the ole Station Wagon. I read "Charlotte's Web" on the way down, so I was bawling. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Maingate (which is still there, by the way), and did our 3 days. It was fun. I rememeber riding Dumbo with my Dad. I remember 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, which was the COOLEST ride ever. I remember loving flying over London in the Peter Pan ride. I remember that stuff (I was in 4th grade, I think...)
So it's really cool when you get to go back with your kids, because you really do re-live it all over again through them. Proximity to Disney was a major contributing factor in our decision to move to Tampa. We had our Seasonal Passes for 3 years, and have since taken a year off. (The Contemporary trip this summer was courtesy of Bart's Company, and the Conference he was attending there...)
So I decided 2 days ago that - you know what? OUR KIDS ARE THE PERFECT AGE FOR DISNEY! AND THEY ARE THE PERFECT AGE FOR A DISNEY CRUISE! At 4 and 7, they still believe in all the magic. They still love the characters. If we don't take them soon, Karlin will have slipped out of that "magic window" - once she's 9 or so, fuggedaboutit. So I decided that we NEED to do this, and create a special memory for our kids. We need to do this more than we need new bedroom furniture. We definitely need to do this more than I need a new purse. I decided - we are going to do this, before Karlin gets too old.
So I get on-line, and BAM! Reality hits. 3 Nights in the Bahamas on a Disney Cruise in a bottom-of-the-barrel, no windows cabin? Approximately $2,500, give or take $800 depending on when you go. So I'm thinking..."OK - I Substitute Teach 4 hours each day, at $8.50 an hour, so how many days of subbing would get us to Disney?" You see where I'm going here. It. Is. Freaking. Expensive. You can take a longer cruise on any other Cruise line for half as much. But then it wouldn't be Disney, now would it?
I know a few people who have been on Disney cruises, and they all say - without hesitation - that it is worth every penny. The level of customer service - as it is with Disney on Land - is supurb. The specialized attention the kids get is supposed to be second to none. It is just supposed to be The Bomb.
So now I am obsessed with the Disney Cruise. Which is really, really, really selfish this time of year. Do I get a little slack becuase I want it for my kids? Probably not - they are pretty overindulged as it is. However, you can't underestimate the value of a great vacation experience. When we went to the Grand Canyon last year, it was special. We all loved it, and all had a great time. The kids were old enough to remember it, and my 486 pictures can always serve as reminders. It was just one of those unbelieveable experiences that I will cherish forever. I know we had a few rough times - cranky kids, expensive but crappy meals, etc., but I don't really remember those too much. What I remember is Karlin blazing down the trails along the North Rim. Or Chase yelling into the Canyon to hear his echo. Chase high-fiving the "train robber" who boarded our train while en route to the South Rim. (the robber busted out laughing, becuase he was putting his hand out for tips...) Karlin diligently filling out her workbook and listening to the Ranger Program so she could be an Official Junior Ranger. The beautiful - and HUGE - deer that walked right up to me outside our cabin. The Coyote we saw. Drinking coffee while the sun was rising over the Canyon. Getting Icees after visiting the Volcano National Monument outside of Flagstaff. My point is, we had a great time. I want to do something amazing and special again.
So I'm going to start working on my Disney Cruise Account. I'm still buying for Toys For Tots. I'm still donating canned goods. But I'm also keeping in mind that my kids are growing up really, really, REALLY fast. Some things don't last forever, and you have to take advantage of things while you can. I can buy a purse when Karlin is in High School and hates me anyway. New bedroom furniture can come later, when Chase doesn't like to have his picture taken with Goofy anymore.
To quote a line from a great flick: "Up there, it's THEIR time. It's their time up there. But down here, it's OUR time. It's OUR time down here." I gotta get my kids on that boat while there's still time...
I'm a bit of a Disney nut. Not a go-get-a-part-time-job-at-the-Disney-Store-so-I-can-be-close-to-the-Disney-magic kind of nut. But I love the place. It really IS the happiest place on Earth. Especially if you stay at the Contemporary. And get to sit in the front of the Monorail. And get to see the fireworks 3 nights in a row, all from different and really cool places. But I digress...
Like most Florida kids, we went to Disney once or twice when I was a kid. I remember it was a long drive from Pensacola, and that my sister and I camped out in the back of the ole Station Wagon. I read "Charlotte's Web" on the way down, so I was bawling. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Maingate (which is still there, by the way), and did our 3 days. It was fun. I rememeber riding Dumbo with my Dad. I remember 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, which was the COOLEST ride ever. I remember loving flying over London in the Peter Pan ride. I remember that stuff (I was in 4th grade, I think...)
So it's really cool when you get to go back with your kids, because you really do re-live it all over again through them. Proximity to Disney was a major contributing factor in our decision to move to Tampa. We had our Seasonal Passes for 3 years, and have since taken a year off. (The Contemporary trip this summer was courtesy of Bart's Company, and the Conference he was attending there...)
So I decided 2 days ago that - you know what? OUR KIDS ARE THE PERFECT AGE FOR DISNEY! AND THEY ARE THE PERFECT AGE FOR A DISNEY CRUISE! At 4 and 7, they still believe in all the magic. They still love the characters. If we don't take them soon, Karlin will have slipped out of that "magic window" - once she's 9 or so, fuggedaboutit. So I decided that we NEED to do this, and create a special memory for our kids. We need to do this more than we need new bedroom furniture. We definitely need to do this more than I need a new purse. I decided - we are going to do this, before Karlin gets too old.
So I get on-line, and BAM! Reality hits. 3 Nights in the Bahamas on a Disney Cruise in a bottom-of-the-barrel, no windows cabin? Approximately $2,500, give or take $800 depending on when you go. So I'm thinking..."OK - I Substitute Teach 4 hours each day, at $8.50 an hour, so how many days of subbing would get us to Disney?" You see where I'm going here. It. Is. Freaking. Expensive. You can take a longer cruise on any other Cruise line for half as much. But then it wouldn't be Disney, now would it?
I know a few people who have been on Disney cruises, and they all say - without hesitation - that it is worth every penny. The level of customer service - as it is with Disney on Land - is supurb. The specialized attention the kids get is supposed to be second to none. It is just supposed to be The Bomb.
So now I am obsessed with the Disney Cruise. Which is really, really, really selfish this time of year. Do I get a little slack becuase I want it for my kids? Probably not - they are pretty overindulged as it is. However, you can't underestimate the value of a great vacation experience. When we went to the Grand Canyon last year, it was special. We all loved it, and all had a great time. The kids were old enough to remember it, and my 486 pictures can always serve as reminders. It was just one of those unbelieveable experiences that I will cherish forever. I know we had a few rough times - cranky kids, expensive but crappy meals, etc., but I don't really remember those too much. What I remember is Karlin blazing down the trails along the North Rim. Or Chase yelling into the Canyon to hear his echo. Chase high-fiving the "train robber" who boarded our train while en route to the South Rim. (the robber busted out laughing, becuase he was putting his hand out for tips...) Karlin diligently filling out her workbook and listening to the Ranger Program so she could be an Official Junior Ranger. The beautiful - and HUGE - deer that walked right up to me outside our cabin. The Coyote we saw. Drinking coffee while the sun was rising over the Canyon. Getting Icees after visiting the Volcano National Monument outside of Flagstaff. My point is, we had a great time. I want to do something amazing and special again.
So I'm going to start working on my Disney Cruise Account. I'm still buying for Toys For Tots. I'm still donating canned goods. But I'm also keeping in mind that my kids are growing up really, really, REALLY fast. Some things don't last forever, and you have to take advantage of things while you can. I can buy a purse when Karlin is in High School and hates me anyway. New bedroom furniture can come later, when Chase doesn't like to have his picture taken with Goofy anymore.
To quote a line from a great flick: "Up there, it's THEIR time. It's their time up there. But down here, it's OUR time. It's OUR time down here." I gotta get my kids on that boat while there's still time...
Thursday, November 20, 2008
The Thing About Me
The thing about me is - I'm a pessimist. Big time. My glass is always half empty (usually because I drank it.) I am always going to have trouble finding a place to park. Christmas is always going to be a big hassle. Friends are always going to move away, and family is always going to be problematic. I will never lose weight. About 50% of the time I'm in a bad mood. Or tired. Or both. Maybe more than 50%.
Why am I like this? I dunno. My sister would tell you it's because I'm like my Mom. (although I contend I'm not nearly as bad as she is - my Mom.) I think it's maybe because of some rough times when I was a teen. Or maybe because sometimes I just can't believe that things are going so well, so something bad is bound to happen. Or maybe because I have low self-esteem. In any case, it's the way I am.
I have two friends who are so positive and so cheerful and so upbeat. They see the best side of everything. They can always put a good spin on things. I wish I could be more like that, but I'm not.
About the only time I am really 100% relaxed and positive is when I am in my pool, preferably with a beer or margarita - soaking up the sun and looking at the palm trees, OR when I'm at the beach. I dream that maybe a new shiny Louie Vuitton will change my outlook in life, but that's just shallow. (But still...a girl can dream)
The point is - I'm a pessimist.
Why am I like this? I dunno. My sister would tell you it's because I'm like my Mom. (although I contend I'm not nearly as bad as she is - my Mom.) I think it's maybe because of some rough times when I was a teen. Or maybe because sometimes I just can't believe that things are going so well, so something bad is bound to happen. Or maybe because I have low self-esteem. In any case, it's the way I am.
I have two friends who are so positive and so cheerful and so upbeat. They see the best side of everything. They can always put a good spin on things. I wish I could be more like that, but I'm not.
About the only time I am really 100% relaxed and positive is when I am in my pool, preferably with a beer or margarita - soaking up the sun and looking at the palm trees, OR when I'm at the beach. I dream that maybe a new shiny Louie Vuitton will change my outlook in life, but that's just shallow. (But still...a girl can dream)
The point is - I'm a pessimist.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!
Well, technically the actual 1st Birthday was last week, but it's just a Blog, so I doubt it's feelings will be hurt.
I went back and looked at some of the past blog entries. Some of them are pretty damned funny. Some of them are completely useless.It has had some value, though, in allowing me to express my thoughts. This is especially important in a world where some days I don't get to have a conversation with another grown-up. I was a little dismayed to discover that most of my best entries were awhile back. I guess I've been all out of witty in recent months.
I'm hoping to change the look of the blog soon, because I am tired of it. 2009 Promises to be the year of change. Hold on tight and let's see where we end up! :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)