Breast cancer is a very important cause to me and I’d ask that all of you read this post and then go watch this amazing video. Those ladies can still shake it like nobody’s business.
About 136 National Football League former cheerleaders got together to do a dance routine to benefit “Susan G. Komen for the Cure” (Breast Cancer). Each time someone views the video, United Healthcare will make a $.10 donation to the Komen organization. Their goal is to get a million hits, which will lead to $100K raised.
Please can you take a moment to watch the video – and, just as important, pass this link onto your network of friends, family and colleagues? It benefits a very important cause!
I love Glee (not thrilled with the Gleek moniker so I won’t use it). Last night, I finished my daily word goal (yay!) so watched Glee and it was the Rocky Horror Glee Show.
Oh my, it was like stepping back in time to 1980 when I was 13 and I snuck into the midnight showing with my best friend Marie Grogan. (I wonder if she’s out there somewhere – haven’t seen her in at least 20 years.) She was my corrupter, my teacher of bad habits, and one of the best friends I ever had.
I remember watching that movie in the dark of the movie theater in Carmel, New York and being transported into the world of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. We had listened to the soundtrack to memorize the songs and she’d taught me the Time Warp.
Good times, y’all. Really good times. I think I may buy me a copy of it on DVD.
P.S. Did you notice that Meatloaf (Eddie) and Barry Bostwick (Brad) had cameos on Glee. I laughed like a maniac when I saw them.
Okay, so it’s raining this morning, and dark, and apparently that means everyone has to drive like a moron.
They were all going 15-20 miles below posted speed limits, PLUS they would brake when a fly went past their car. Oh, and they don’t leave enough space between cars when it’s raining to allow for safe braking. If you leave more than a car length, someone moves in front of you. I almost hit somebody because we were tooling along at 55 on the highway and they braked because 42 cars in front of them, someone else did.
For pity’s sake people, it wasn’t even raining that hard. It’s RAIN PEOPLE, RAIN! It won’t hurt you and if you drive safely, you can avoid the stupidity that seems to abound in NC when it rains.
I was way down deep in a dream this morning when the alarm went off. I only have snatches of images running around in my head but I know it was a vivid dream. I think I was in Vegas (love it) but my DS was with me, but he was very little, not the towering lanky teen he is. I was also using a touch screen to make modifications to some tickets. That’s all I can remember.
It’s frustrating. When I’m writing like a demon, I dream like one. Vivid, sometimes nonsensical dreams with rich imagery and a lot of action. Obviously I’m rockin’ and rollin’ on Matthew’s story (Circle Eight 1), and that translates into dreamapalooza.
Anybody else get frustrated when they can’t remember their dreams? The other night an old friend was in the dream, someone I haven’t seen in probably two or three years. I had forgotten he was in the dream until someone mentioned his name yesterday, as a strange coincidence. Then it came back to me that I was so glad to see him in the dream and hugged him, asking him where he’d been.
Since I was obviously still dreaming when the alarm went off (boo!), I am mucho tired. :( I’m off to make coffee!
The weekend that is. A total blur. Friday was book club, amazing time. Saturday was laundry, bowling for DS #2, errands and shopping, followed by a book signing and dinner with DH. Sunday was the NC state fair, more laundry, then crashing.
I was almost giddy to come back to my job to get away from the craziness. LOL.
Now let me tell you how great my book club is. Of the 13 of us, we have three ladies named Jill. We keep them separate by adding a prefix to their names, such as Mall Jill (she loves to shop). Anyhoo, this lovely Mall Jill had us read a book called The Girls from Ames.
It’s the story of a 40+ year friendship between this group of 11 women from Ames, Iowa. Great book, very thought provoking, but here’s the kicker. Mall Jill had already met and become friends with one of the women from Ames, Angela. She came to our book club and y’all, the fantastic female bonding began.
I am still smiling over it and so grateful to have a group of friends like my phenomenal book club. We drink, we laugh, we cry, we read (or not) and we fill our proverbial cups until next month. Good times, y’all. Seriously.
A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Dad.’
With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.
But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’ s not only the passion…Dad she’s pregnant.
Stacy said that we will be very happy.
She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don’t worry Dad. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your Son John
PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house.
I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a lousy Report card That’s in my desk drawer.
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