Weblog 7
January 1, 2006~5:15pm:
No question about it: Dick Clark looked and sounded so terrible last night, it made me feel older, more decrepit, more despondent - and perhaps more hopeless than I was already with the maudlin nature of a New Year's mood---LOL!
Seriously though, if you were a family member, don't you think you'd take him aside and say, "Dad, as much as you want to do this.....
you're too damn old!...and you're disabled now to boot. No one will be able to understand you."
Granted, the man had a stroke- but GOOD LORD. The TV media is one in which the characters walk right through the screen and take a seat with you in the living room, and let's face it- New Year's shows are (hopefully) not dire predictions, not Father Time but Baby New Year: brand new--- full of baby-fatted youth, and shining with bright possibilities. Hell, Clark knew that before-- but because he has tons of money, he bulldozed his way into this last hurrah. But Dick
honey...it wasn't. It was practically a wake! and did NOT go well with the teenybopper rappers or the grinning fools the network had placed as 20-something commentators.
GIVE IT UP, MAN!
It's too damn sad...(and besides...I saw what a prick you can be when I watched Bowling For Columbine. You come by that first name honestly.)
(Oh, and I was completely wrong about going for out for the Chinese dinner last night. We had DELICIOUS home cooked smoked kielbasa on fresh roles, layered, noodly 'poor man's pierogies--a kind of lasagna with layers of cheese and mashed potatoes and lots of butter-- and sauerkraut, sauerkraut, sauerkraut right at Garnet's house. Yum! )
A sideboard full of fresh dessert delicacies-- the big screen tv, the most nervous cairn terrier I've EVER seen in my life and laughed so hard I almost WET myself-- cardboard New Year's hats, noisemakers and glasses of non-alcoholic pink--(in the words of The Continental)--
'chaum-PAH-nya'. LOL! It was terrific.
January 3, 2006~ 5:30pm:
Dreary, dreary, dreary! That's how 2006 is starting off. Besides contending with the end of the holidays, the weather is about as dull and wet and overcast as it gets- yesterday, downpours, which I gratefully was able to sleep through on the holiday. No such luck today. Oh, lord, it's so crappy being back in the queues of traffic. It must have been stressful for lots of folks because there were six accidents on the route I drive to work alone. One with a fatality that had the road snarled from 9:00a.m till noon. (Thankfully, I was at work at 6:30.)
No shiny new year here: tedium and sameness. Glad to be home. Glad to be breathing and able to give it all another shot tomorrow. And because of the holidays, I did no grocery shopping this past weekend. The bread is gone, the milk, nearly....looks like tonight it's 'pancakes'. (I did spy an old box of pancake mix in the back of the fridge that only needs water added. There's a nearly full bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup, so THAT makes me happy.) I could have stopped tonight coming home, but I just wanted to get in and settled. All of you out there chomping on your pot roast...I am salivating on your behalf.
January 4, 2006~ 9:00pm:
You would think with all the whining I did yesterday about having nothing in the house to eat, I would have done something about it...but did I? Nope. LOL-was too tired driving home today so I figured out that I had enough smokes, enough gas in the car-a book to read ("Ghosts", a 4 inch thick complilation of collected ghost sightings and stories I got from my daughter for Christmas)- and I had coffee.
And some Hostess cupcakes. What else did I really need?
Well I had dry food for the 2 cat-beasts, but no 'treat'- nothing 'wet'- (not in the mob sense: "Murder"-they will have to commit on their own) but something like a can of Fancy Feast. So........after playing on this computer for an hour after I got home, and growing tired of four cat's eye marbles staring at me and hearing a sulky "raaaaawhhll" from just beside my chair, I started to get annoyed.
And hungry-
so I went to Mother Hubbard's cupboard, and what did I find but a wonderful, un-PUFFED-out can of bacon and bean soup. I distributed 'some' into Beethoven's treat bowl... 'some' for Ed Harris' and the rest for me. Heated.
Harris licked every bean clean and her chops as well. Beethoven looked at me like I'd lost my mind, gave a paw stab of disdain and sauntered off to clean the whiskers he'd sullied with that gruel. LOL!! Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, afterall- and Harris and I enjoyed our dinners. There's always manana......
Annnnd...I don't even have to ration smokes! As I rummaged in the cupboard to find the can of soup, I found an full pack of cigarettes hidden there like Pizarro's gold. Wheeee......set for the night! Off to bookville now, under the sheets- big-eyed and spooked!
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No question about it: Dick Clark looked and sounded so terrible last night, it made me feel older, more decrepit, more despondent - and perhaps more hopeless than I was already with the maudlin nature of a New Year's mood---LOL!
Seriously though, if you were a family member, don't you think you'd take him aside and say, "Dad, as much as you want to do this.....
you're too damn old!...and you're disabled now to boot. No one will be able to understand you."
Granted, the man had a stroke- but GOOD LORD. The TV media is one in which the characters walk right through the screen and take a seat with you in the living room, and let's face it- New Year's shows are (hopefully) not dire predictions, not Father Time but Baby New Year: brand new--- full of baby-fatted youth, and shining with bright possibilities. Hell, Clark knew that before-- but because he has tons of money, he bulldozed his way into this last hurrah. But Dick
honey...it wasn't. It was practically a wake! and did NOT go well with the teenybopper rappers or the grinning fools the network had placed as 20-something commentators.
GIVE IT UP, MAN!
It's too damn sad...(and besides...I saw what a prick you can be when I watched Bowling For Columbine. You come by that first name honestly.)
(Oh, and I was completely wrong about going for out for the Chinese dinner last night. We had DELICIOUS home cooked smoked kielbasa on fresh roles, layered, noodly 'poor man's pierogies--a kind of lasagna with layers of cheese and mashed potatoes and lots of butter-- and sauerkraut, sauerkraut, sauerkraut right at Garnet's house. Yum! )
A sideboard full of fresh dessert delicacies-- the big screen tv, the most nervous cairn terrier I've EVER seen in my life and laughed so hard I almost WET myself-- cardboard New Year's hats, noisemakers and glasses of non-alcoholic pink--(in the words of The Continental)--
'chaum-PAH-nya'. LOL! It was terrific.
January 3, 2006~ 5:30pm:
Dreary, dreary, dreary! That's how 2006 is starting off. Besides contending with the end of the holidays, the weather is about as dull and wet and overcast as it gets- yesterday, downpours, which I gratefully was able to sleep through on the holiday. No such luck today. Oh, lord, it's so crappy being back in the queues of traffic. It must have been stressful for lots of folks because there were six accidents on the route I drive to work alone. One with a fatality that had the road snarled from 9:00a.m till noon. (Thankfully, I was at work at 6:30.)
No shiny new year here: tedium and sameness. Glad to be home. Glad to be breathing and able to give it all another shot tomorrow. And because of the holidays, I did no grocery shopping this past weekend. The bread is gone, the milk, nearly....looks like tonight it's 'pancakes'. (I did spy an old box of pancake mix in the back of the fridge that only needs water added. There's a nearly full bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup, so THAT makes me happy.) I could have stopped tonight coming home, but I just wanted to get in and settled. All of you out there chomping on your pot roast...I am salivating on your behalf.
January 4, 2006~ 9:00pm:
You would think with all the whining I did yesterday about having nothing in the house to eat, I would have done something about it...but did I? Nope. LOL-was too tired driving home today so I figured out that I had enough smokes, enough gas in the car-a book to read ("Ghosts", a 4 inch thick complilation of collected ghost sightings and stories I got from my daughter for Christmas)- and I had coffee.
And some Hostess cupcakes. What else did I really need?
Well I had dry food for the 2 cat-beasts, but no 'treat'- nothing 'wet'- (not in the mob sense: "Murder"-they will have to commit on their own) but something like a can of Fancy Feast. So........after playing on this computer for an hour after I got home, and growing tired of four cat's eye marbles staring at me and hearing a sulky "raaaaawhhll" from just beside my chair, I started to get annoyed.
And hungry-
so I went to Mother Hubbard's cupboard, and what did I find but a wonderful, un-PUFFED-out can of bacon and bean soup. I distributed 'some' into Beethoven's treat bowl... 'some' for Ed Harris' and the rest for me. Heated.
Harris licked every bean clean and her chops as well. Beethoven looked at me like I'd lost my mind, gave a paw stab of disdain and sauntered off to clean the whiskers he'd sullied with that gruel. LOL!! Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, afterall- and Harris and I enjoyed our dinners. There's always manana......
Annnnd...I don't even have to ration smokes! As I rummaged in the cupboard to find the can of soup, I found an full pack of cigarettes hidden there like Pizarro's gold. Wheeee......set for the night! Off to bookville now, under the sheets- big-eyed and spooked!
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