Yes, I survived the Blizzard of 2010, but there’s rumor that we’ll get some more snow tomorrow, which is also my birthday.  Yuk.  Happy Birthday to me.

I think the roads were at their worst on Saturday morning, when your favorite fool and her boyfriend ventured out in it on a quest to go to McDonald’s for breakfast.  Quicker than you can say “Egg McMuffin”, we got stuck.  A nice person helped us get unstuck, and home we went.  Doug ventured out later on that evening, when the snow finally stopped.  At least he got me Chubby Hubby ice cream – I forgave him for scaring me half to death.

On Sunday, it was definitely a sparkly winter wonderland, and we FINALLY got to McDonald’s.  My McGriddle never tasted so good.  We ran errands too, going to Rite Aid and Staples, before finally heading home.

BTW, if you want to see a good biopic, and you have HBO, watch “Temple Grandin” with Claire Danes in the title role.  I found it to be quite good without being sickeningly sweet.  Not sure what that has to do with the snowstorm, but it made for a nice evening of TV watching.  Of course, “Big Love” failed to disappoint, and everything was moving so fast it was hard to keep up with what was happening. 

So now, I’m at work, and waiting for something to do.  I’m considered “essential personnel” according to the contract, so I’m here whether I like it or not.  I’m not sure if I’ll be let out early or what exactly will happen.  Should be interesting.

Sorry I’m so scattered…guess that’s what excessive snowfall does to a person.

Have a good day, all!

This afternoon I was discussing with a co-worker the subject of partying and the “club scene”.  He’s around my age, and we discussed our “cut-off” points…that is, when did we realize we were too old to be doing this s**t.

For me, it was when I was 21, and started getting hangovers.  I still drank, but nowhere NEAR what I did when I was younger.  I was never one to black out from drinking (thank you God), but I still have my own memorable drunk stories.  For example:

  • I tied my best friend’s socks together while they were still on his feet. 
  • I partook in daiquiris made with cherry Kool-aid because we ran out of daiquiri mix.
  • I won a chugging contest against my then-boyfriend and another guy
  • I figured out that Zingers (the Dolly Madison snack treat) fit conveniently into condoms, and the condoms fit over doorknobs.  My ex-boyfriend’s doorknob worked especially well in this case.
  • I got drunk, then made the mistake of drinking Diet Coke, which only made me a wide-awake drunk, and wound up vacuuming my dorm room at 2 AM.
  • I tee-peed a guy’s house because he wasn’t home and wouldn’t come over and drink with a group of friends and myself.
  • I drank a liter of margaritas by myself but I was seated, and I didn’t feel the full effects until I got up to walk out to the parking lot.  I had to be carried.  ‘Nuff said.

My drunk stories are relatively tame, I know…I didn’t engage in anonymous sex, or drive on the wrong side of the road, or throw up on important dignitaries.  I didn’t write a tell-all book about my escapades, and I’m fortunate that I didn’t fall into the depths of alcoholism, as it runs in my family on my mother’s side (she had a couple of alcoholic uncles). 

But at some point, I just said, “This is stupid.” 

I did start getting hangovers when I reached the age of 21, as previously mentioned.  I remember one in particular where I had to ride all the way back to my hometown in a Toyota hatchback whilst hung over, and it was a particularly miserable experience.  I felt each bump in the road through the roof of my mouth all the way up to the top of my head, and it was unpleasant.  The hangovers didn’t stop me, but they did slow me down.

My coup de grace (pardon the spelling) was the night before I married my first husband.  My bridesmaids took me out and got me drunk, God bless ’em.  I did proclaim that my chest was bigger than the other woman who was getting married the same day I was, and I drew the county attorney’s attention to myself, so much so that he came over and asked me if I was planning on driving, and I replied with a sing-song “NO-OH”.  Oddly enough, I didn’t have a hangover the next morning, and by all rights I should have.  However, my antics made their way around the grapevine and I’m sure people thought I was a drunken, colossal ass.  And they would have been right.

I grew out of it, for lack of a better explanation. 

Now, working with many young guys, I hear stories of what they did over the weekend, and my head throbs in sympathy with theirs, but I’m not dumb enough to do it over again. 

Besides, booze is too expensive these days.

OK, I know this isn’t really my concern, but I just have to know. 

The Duggar family…why do they have 19 kids?  I was discussing this with a friend of mine, and we just shook our heads at that one.

I’m not making light of their current situation with their prematurely born daughter, Josie, but why THAT many kids?  Don’t the older kids have resentment towards the younger ones?  How do the parents keep up with all the kids?  Do they even know the kids as well as a parent should?  With 19 kids, I really wonder.

Hell, the Duggar parents are even GRANDPARENTS at this point, with their first granddaughter being born in late 2009. 

Why, people?  Someone tell me WHY?  It’s not that I dislike kids (even though I don’t have any of my own, I still like kids), but I am just mystified at this woman and her desire to be the mother to the numerical equivalent of a fully-staffed pro-baseball team.

PS:  I also want to know how on earth Jay Leno could NOT be aware that his actions would have results as they did, and people would perceive him as a “bad guy”?  They did before, and probably will again, which isn’t a good thing for a person.

Pat Robertson makes it very frustrating to say “I’m a Christian”.


Because of statements like this…basically trashing Haiti while it’s in the worst shape ever.  As if the people of Haiti don’t have enough trouble with this tragedy, ol’ Crazy Pat has to say that this earthquake is the result of a pact with the devil.

Of course, his sycophants are rushing to create spin control on this whole issue, saying that Robertson isn’t a bad person because he donated all this money toward Haiti relief, yada yada yada.  Well, I’m sorry, but I consider his donations tainted based on what he said about Haiti and their “deal with the devil”. 

I don’t think Pat Robertson would like sitting next to me…my elbow would go right to his solar plexus every time he made a stupid statement like this.   I realize that this isn’t in accordance with the Christian spirit of forgiveness, but then again, Pat Robertson doesn’t exactly deserve forgiveness. 

Let’s just pray for the Haitians and do everything we can to help them.  OK?  No mumbo-jumbo theories on how they brought this on themselves, for that does no good whatsoever.

Why, when blogging, do I feel compelled to write every day, even if I don’t have anything to write about? I just have this compulsion, and I’m not sure how to tame it or use it to my advantage.

I mean, I don’t want to write about boring stuff, but my life is relatively boring in comparison to others. I get up, go to work, come home, watch some TV and go to bed, then the whole process starts over the next day. Weekends and holidays are a little different, but not much. I don’t have an exciting life just because I live close to the nation’s capitol. I am just a working stiff. Besides, the bulk of my work is on my old blog (the one that doesn’t act right half the time) and I’m worried I’ll be duplicating efforts with certain topics.

I did watch a good documentary last night called “Every Little Step”, about casting the revival of “A Chorus Line”. I was amazed at how well the show has held up over time (after all, it is over 30 years old). The themes are pretty universal, though, and even though I’m not a dancer, I could still identify with that need to perform. I’ve read books on the background of the show. I even saw the show once in Des Moines with Ed H. and his mom, but nothing prepared me for the intensity of these dancers that were trying out and their journey on film.

My own urge to perform has waxed and waned with time, and I’m at a point in my life where performing isn’t as important as it used to be. I still feel the need, but not for the same reasons. I wanted attention before. Now, the reasons for performing are different. I just like being in the groove and having everything fall in the right place when I’m singing with a group. It’s like solving a jigsaw puzzle, in a way, and I don’t have to solve jigsaw puzzles every day to be happy.

But these people – these folks auditioning for “A Chorus Line” – have a drive that amazes me, and I imagine that drive will stay in them many years from now.

Ed H. wants me to keep performing, but I don’t have the compulsion to do it that I used to have even 10 years ago. I don’t know if it’s the meds, or just me getting older.

But I remember the thrill. Nothing can take that away from me. And the thrill is contagious.

I highly recommend renting this movie if you can (I saw it on RCN On Demand), or waiting until it shows up on TV. It’s for anyone who’s ever “shot the moon” for something…a job, a relationship, a part in a play, whatever.

For you writers out there…have you ever had the impulse to write, but no subject to write about?

I am in this particular quandary.  I have the urge to write, but I just can’t think of a topic.  On top of that, my legs are feeling twitchy and it’s driving me nuts.

Last night I watched “Tropic Thunder” for the first time.  It was very hilarious, and I laughed my sizable ass off.  I missed it in the theaters, so I was glad to see that it was on Cinemax.  Doug was thoroughly grossed out by it but I thought it was one of the better movies I’d seen in a while.  Everyone in it was funny, especially Robert Downey, Jr. and Jack Black.  I’m slowly but surely getting caught up on Hollywood fare.

We’re warming up little by little…around here, it’s supposed to be low 40s this time of year; we’re far enough south that we benefit from mild Southern winters.  However, this arctic grip is very slowly loosening around us…too slow for my taste.

My hometown reported a murder yesterday…apparently, some old guy murdered his wife after she accidentally backed into the garage door.  He smothered her with a pillow, then called 911 and said, “I think I murdered my wife.”  Pretty cut-and-dried, no?  That’s how we do business…what can I say?

Also, Conan O’ Brien isn’t being pushed around by NBC.  Click here to read the article on it…I am very impressed with how Conan is handling things.  He’s a class act in my book.  Plus, I LOVE his hair.  My friend Miss Cellania writes eloquently about a similar experience she had in radio and what she did about it.  It’s also worthwhile reading, so click here to go there.

I guess I found some little things to write about after all.  Go me!

Jay Leno is moving again?

I’m not a Jay Leno fan.  I have never been a Jay Leno fan.  I stopped watching “The Tonight Show” when he took over for just that reason.  And I was one of those people that thought the “experiment” was a bad idea.

Turns out I was right. 

But I don’t want to see Conan O’Brien moved around all over the place either…he’s been doing his best to host “The Tonight Show” and shouldn’t have to usurp his spot just because NBC screwed up. 

Personally, I would say “goodbye” to Leno, but I guess that’s why I’m not a network executive. 


If you cut/paste this link into your browser, you’ll read an interesting article about Brit Hume’s solution to Tiger Woods’ marital woes.

In short, ditch the Buddhism for belief in Christianity.

I’m not sure how I feel about this stance.  I mean, Christianity is right for me and Mr. Hume, but is it right for Tiger?  I mean, he practices Buddhism for a reason…he feels comfortable with it.  Pushing another religious point of view on someone when they’re already going through problems just seems to add to the pressure.

Besides, I know of plenty of Christians that have been unfaithful to their spouses.

What do you think?  Should Tiger convert, or stay where he’s at spiritually?

My dear old alma mater won the Orange Bowl last night, even though I was too tired to watch the game myself. I watched the pre-game and said, “Oh no…my bedtime is around this time…I gotta go.”

But they won, even without my support.

Yeah…life is good.

I’m fast becoming a TV junkie, and proud of it too.  Last night, I started watching the movie “Grey Gardens” with Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange.  I had to stop because I was getting tired…thank God for On Demand.  I can catch up right where I left off.

However, I have yet to explore all of cable’s wonders…and I’d like to know what my fellow bloggers have to say about it.  So tell me, folks…if you have cable, what shows/channels do you watch?  What do you stay away from like the plague?  Do you watch any network TV at all?

I’ll be anxiously waiting your reply.