10 February 2009

Bad Hair Day

Current Mood: Nostalgic

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
~ “The Night Santa Went Crazy” by Weird Al Yankovic

If you haven’t heard the song, you need to do so. You Tube it or something - it’s damn funny. This past holiday season, my sister, Mi Madre, and I were all in the car and my sis and I told Mi Madre that there was a great Christmas Carol she needed to hear. She loves Christmas time and was excited that we wanted her to hear something new. Imagine her surprise when we played this song for her. It was a funny, yet mean, joke! She was appalled, and my sister and I were giggling like school girls at her reaction.

I love Weird Al music. It never ceases to entertain me.

Grrrr. This is the third blog post I have started today and it is the third blog post where I have run out of inspiration by the end of the first paragraph. The thing is, I don’t want to write about anything novel or clever today. What I really want to do is write about a friend of mine and how he has done so much lately to help me find some direction. The thing is, I want to avoid creating an issue due to public accolades for one friend. Well, that, and I cannot think of a good blog pseudonym for him. I have worked so hard at making sure that no one else refers to him by anything but his name that I have refused to even entertain the idea of a nickname. I can hear the gasps now of those of you who recognize how unusual this is. *hush*

Yesterday I left work early due to illness. I won’t go into details; but I must have a stomach virus. I may actually have the plague. Still, when I arrived home, I changed into a soft, borrowed t-shirt and yoga pants then fell asleep in the fetal position. I awoke 4 hours later to the beep of a text message. Bloody Hell! I still felt like death and knew that I had to cancel my Monday Night plans. I texted how ill I was and explained that our plans would have to be cancelled. He asked if there was anything he could do. I said that I would sure like some apple juice. Somewhere between watching the Westminster Dog Show and Wall-E, I was presented with apple-cherry juice. I love not being disappointed.

Life is Good!

PERSONAL NOTE: Your father is in my prayers. Please let me know how he is doing.

CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I liked the mirror.

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.