This spider and this kangaroo say, “not bloody likely!”
At my chiropractor’s office this morning the young assistant excitedly asked, “So what are you doing for New Year’s Eve?”
“Oh nothing,” I said. “My husband and I will probably stay in, watch a movie, maybe drink a toast at midnight, if we even make it up that long.”
“How awful!” she said. “That sounds so sad.”
“Actually,” I told her, “A quiet evening sounds like tons of fun to me.”
She gave me a pat on my hand as if to say, “you poor old lady.”
Not too many years ago I’d have had the same reaction. After all, isn’t New Year’s Eve tailor-made for partying? When did that change?
Was it during the years when our children were young and we knew that the sleep we missed on New Year’s Eve would not easily be recouped?
Did it change those years when Studly was working shift work, and we spent the big night in separate locations?
Or did it happen when we realized how bad we felt after a big night of partying, and how long that feeling lingered?
Chances are it was an accumulation of causes. At any rate, one would have to drag me out of my home screaming and kicking on New Year’s Eve.
Unless there’s dancing. I’m always up for dancing!
If one is really good, good things will come to you, or so I’ve been told. The current good thing is a marathon of The Walking Dead on AMC.
Why, one might ask, would I watch a marathon of a show when I’ve seen every single episode multiple times? Studly Doright asked me that very question as he came dragging in from work with high hopes that I might be working on a home cooked meal for his dinner. Instead he found me with my butt parked in front of the big screen watching Rick and Shane, et. al. escaping from a soon to explode CDC. No dinner in sight.
After watching for another half hour or so, it occurred to me that I watch the marathons for a couple of reasons. I love seeing the characters transform. In those first seasons they were so innocent and fresh. Heck, Rick and Laurie looked like candidates for prom king and queen.
But more importantly, I like seeing the episodes back to back–the bridges from episode to episode and season to season. There are little things one might miss when seeing an episode in isolation that make sense during a binge watching session.
Whatever the reason–it’s hard for me to turn this soap opera with zombies off.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,700 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
I sat down to read a good book this afternoon. First Scout joined me and insisted I put down the book so she could lay on my chest. She might have been a scarf in a past life:
So both cats are now sleeping soundly. Meanwhile, I’m wide awake, covered in cat hair and perspiration. I can’t move without disturbing either cat, so I’m trapped. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Here’s to cats! May their love and warmth surround and comfort you. I need to sneeze!
Had to share this one! Well done Pablo on Whiteouts!
My nephew posts funny pictures of himself on Instagram wearing a Lego head in various locales under the handle legoman_iac. If you’re so inclined, check him out and follow him. He asked me to do a Legoman cartoon and this is what I came up with. My first idea was to do something with a Lego lady involving the song “brickhouse” but when one looks closely at those lyrics…
Studly Doright and I drove to Nashville, Tennessee, to celebrate Christmas with our family. Playing games and writing future blog posts on my iPhone kept me occupied for several hours of the eight and a half hour trip. Yea, technology!
But somewhere northwest of Atlanta, right in the middle of the composition of perhaps the most spell-binding, sure-to-go-viral blog post in history, my WordPress app crashed. Boo, technology!
I didn’t want to delete the app and reload it because I wasn’t sure what I’d lose if I did so, instead, opting to wait until I returned home, so I could save any worthwhile drafts to my iPad. Yea, technology!
Of course, upon reexamining that world-shaking prematurely preempted post, I found it to be less exemplary than I’d first imagined.
If the app hadn’t crashed, I’d most likely have posted that article to my blog where it would have languished among similarly less than fascinating posts. Again, yea, technology!
Of course, now I’m woefully behind on posting. Boo, technology.
But, I beat level 670 on Candy Crush with all the free time not posting to the blog provided me. Yea! Technology!
I had way more important things to do this past week, anyway:
Our family at The Escape Game in Nashville:
A trip to the Grand Ole Opry and Tootsie’s Famous Orchid Lounge:
And indulging in Christmas gift-giving and birthday celebrating.
Yea, technology for allowing me to share with each of you!
I woke up this morning
In a mess of confusion
No rest for the wicked
The righteous can wait.
Dreams I’ve been dreaming
Don’t stop when I’m waking,
I only know sweetness
When I’m not feeling pain.
And I swear
There is hope
Sweet, sweet love
All around me.
The evidence abounds
In the kindness we do.
So why the confusion?
Why all the great worry?
Sweet salvation awaits
Just step out in the rain.
Are you only passing through
Or will you stay for awhile?
Either way get off your
High horse and come
Dance with my friends and me
Drink some good wine
Tell us a story and
Sing us a song.
I can’t tell you how much
We enjoy new folks like you
And your horse, Stanley, is
Pretty cool, too.
Tell me, does he dance?
Neigh, neigh, but he
Reigns supreme in
Hay rides and parlor games.
If you decide to move on,
Could I maybe go, too?
My travels have been
Brief and far too few.
That depends, ma’am,
He grinned as he said,
On Stanley, you see he’d
Have to carry both me and you.