Swing'n On A Star and All That Jazz

Perhaps it's just me, or maybe my age, but I feel no need to constantly keep in contact with people.  So it still surprises me how infatuated and addicted most people are these days with electronic gadgets that he or she can communicate "whatever" instantly.  I can wait to hear that Uncle Joe farted as he walked down the stairs causing the woman behind him to tumble three steps spraining her ankle in the process and ending up with her hot pink thonged ass up in the air for all the office to see.  I suppose because technology has given us the ability to do so, but it makes me wonder how people would and could last if this type of technology was taken away.  While I'm not in the TV business, but I think a reality TV show could be in order here.  Take 12 people, ranging in age from 20 o 45 and ambush them.  Relieve them of all electronic gadgets and make them go about their lives for 60 days without said gadgets.  The rules are simple.  Anyone caught...

I've been thinking about my own mortality lately, mostly because I've had all these medical conditions.  Anyone who knows me well, knows I'm afraid of dying even though it is inevitiable that I will someday.  But I got to thinking about those people who are critically ill or have recently met with unfortune that put them near death.  Some people manage to pull through and family or friend will say, "they have a tremendous will to live."  So what is your will?  What makes a person want to live?  Let's face it, the majority of people on earth are just 'average Joes,' not necessarily contributing anything to society as a whole, but contributing nonetheless.  So, I got to thinking, what is my will?  What would make me hang around?  I've never had or wanted for a lot of friends, so it couldn't be that.  I've been married for 27 years, but would missing my husband be 'the will?'  Perhaps it's my love of family or my beloved dogs?...

There are parts of my body I like, maybe not as much as when I was younger, but for example, my eyes. However, if there were a contest for the world's ugliest toes, I believe I'd have a very good chance of winning, or at the very least place somewhere in the top ten. People who've never seen them comment, "oh, they can't be that bad," but one of the few times in my life I showed the person, there was dead silence. I am blessed with a couple of hammer toes, bunions and corns, and a gap between my 'ring' toe and middle toe that somewhat looks like a chimps foot. Believe me when I tell you, not even nail polish does any good. I'll bet you're still thinking, "come on now, they can't be that bad." They are. Maybe I should give Guinness a call.

The driver drove East of Eden and West of the Mississippi - North to Alaska and South of the border. Round and Round in a semi-circle of confusion, spinning the wheels of his teal colored Cadillac: or is it mint green? Light tourquoise? Colors can be so visual, especially if one is color blind . As a reader, imagine in your mind what color you want the Cadillac to be. Exciting, isn't it? Still spinning in a continous spin, the driver's mind moves left and then right. To the left he's a man. To the right he's a woman, and I realize as I write this the driver might just be a transgender or a drag queen. I chose drag queen. Drag queens are so much more fun and I'm guessing gay, but that's neither here nor there. I don't give a flying fu_ _ . Speaking of which, what exactly is a flying fu_ _? I consider myself well-versed and uninhibited in the art of having sex but never have I flown while doing so. Does flying fu_ _ have something to do with the 'mile high...

Watching a show about Cleopatra. Didn't realize that she killed her siblings to gain power. I can't imagine killing either my brother or sister to gain anything, but then again there has never been any inter-blood marriages in my family as far as I know. While I like my brother, sisters and cousins, I can't imagine doing the horizontal mambo with any of them to preserve the bloods. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww gross!!!

I've been thinking about a lot of stuff...not clever stuff like I've previously posted, but stuff. I turned 60 this past October and while I don't think 60 is anywhere near the end of one's life, it's a fact that things start deteriorating as we 'get on in years.' So, I've decided to blog about stuff that comes to mind. I remember when I was in fifth grade I went to school with a girl whose brother's name was Barry. I'm not mentioning her name because I can't remember it. I want to say Judy, but who knows for sure. Anyway, I recall that both Barry and Judy where quite tall for the 6th grade. I remember Judy telling me a story about when she broke her wrist while playing with another friend. They were outside horsing around the swingset (you know those really old fashioned ones that if you didn't cement them down, when you started swinging the two front legs lifted off the ground. Judy some how broke her wrist. She and her friend went cryi...

I've decided that my brother and sister are totally millitant. It's one thing to voice your opinion, and I'm all for voicing one's opinion, but lambasting is really uncalled for. Personally, I don't respond to pushy sales people, and millitants are nothing more than pushy used car salesmen. There is and are much better ways of getting one's point across. I, for example, prefer to make it seem like whoever the agressor is, that my opinion is THEIR idea. Most of the time they never expect and if they do, go away satisfied. Whether this changes their opinion, I have no idea, nor do I really care. My point is there is a much kinder way of getting your point across.