Hi! It's been a while.

Two Months?  Geez, Louise.  Perhaps we can blame it on the "holidays".  Oh... the holidays.  Certainly not what they used to be.  Anyone else in the same boat?  At least I have my childhood Christmas memories.  I suppose some don't even have that.  Well, they do but they're not necessarily good ones.  The only Christmas morning I actually remember tho as a kid is when I was 8.  When my folks MADE me a dollhouse.  That was.. pretty incredible.  [dad built the house complete with arched front door, staircase and flower boxes. mum made the curtains.. beds and pillows.. and furnished the whole house]  Thanks guys.  Speaking of..  the "guy" in that equation is LMG.  He would have been 67 years old 3 days ago. I couldn't see my dad being almost 70 anyway.  He was Way too vain.  haha.  Man he loved to look good stepping out of that house.  Miss you, Dad.  Mum...  I know there are things that you wish so badly that you did differently.  But, please don't.  I am a bit nutty, but I'm very well-rounded.  I've learned a LOT.  And that's the whole point, isn't it?  So, all is well, and thank you for creating one of the best childhood memories I have.  Means a lot.

So let's take a step Out of sentimental and inTO something that makes me very excited and giddy.  The band Tool.  It sounds lame to say this but.. haha.. I really do Love music.  Hey, some people don't!  Music really puts me in .. a place a want to be.  It doesn't allow any negativity in.  It's my Calgon bubble bath, if you will.  It makes my soul sizzle.  This morning it was "Ticks and Leeches".  But only the first 3 minutes, 22 seconds.  After that, it's 2 1/2 minutes of.. something Tool does all too often.  They zone out a little too much for a drug-free person such as myself.  I want ROCKIN.  Not... bing...tick tick..... bing.... tick tick... bing... tick tick... for 10 minutes.  Give me something that I can FEEL.  I do appreciate all that they do, artistically, but that doesn't mean I can't hit the fast forward button.

Gray hairs.  Yeah... I knew they'd be coming.  I felt pretty lucky that I have only found ONE and I'm 35.  But.. now... they're coming around the mountain.  [what is that song??  She'll be.... comin' around the mountain when she comesss... she'll be... comin' around the mountain when she comesss... she'll be.. comin' around the mountain, she'll be comin' around the mountain, she'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes!     uh..       seriously??  that's a SONG?  I actually thot that you had to have some talent to write a song.  Guess I was wrong]  So anyway.  YEAH.  They're here.  But so far only a tiny patch in the Front of my head.  Right at the "cow lick".  [there's another head-scratcher]  Some would say they add character.  Haha.  Some would say..  "Hey, its part of getting old.  Join the club".  Oh yeah??  What fuckin club?  The We Have Gray Hairs Club?  Who would want to be a part of that club??  Those are the same people that ask me "Are you ready for Christmas?" and "How's married life?"  I don't want to sound like I'm Above anyone else but, I really don't know where these beings come from.  Maybe I'M the strange one.

You know what?  Now that I really take a moment to think about it..  I AM strange.  About a half hour ago, I got excited about these white socks I have on.  They're "tube" socks I believe.  And they make me feel good.  I'd call that WEIRD.  Wouldn't you?  I prefer black socks, but there's definitely something comforting about clean white socks.  I really need to treat them better tho.  HAHA... I actually had White Socks and Red Pants in the same washing machine last night.  That's pretty funny.  Of course I know it's a bad idea but...  I do it anyway.  And no, my socks are not pink now.  See, there really IS such a thing as Magic!

Another thing I was thinking about the other day.  I was looking for these certain pants.  I said "Where are they?"  Why is it THEY??  It's not "they" when I'm talkin' about my swim cap.  A swim cap is one article of matter.  All one piece.  Like pants.  Pants are 1 piece.  And I don't wanna hear this "they have two legs" bullshit either.  Is a shirt called a They?  It has 2 sleeves!  Yet....  it's an IT.  "My shirt... where is IT?"   And before you go thinking I have way too much time on my hands... these things just pop inside me head throughout the day, while I'm performing whatever duties it is I'm performing.

I saw "The Fighter" the other day.  I'm not real into the Academy Awards, but I would put money on Christian Bale being nominated (if not winning) the Best Supporting Actor award.  WOW.  I need a much bigger WOW than that.  He was absolutely tremendous.  I highly recommend the movie.  It's not an action-packed movie, and there's not all that much actual boxing in it.  But, dang.  The woman who played the mother was tremendous as well.  [Melissa Leo is her name]  It's one of those movies that really makes you FEEL something.  It was fantastic.