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What Now?

This book thing kept me motivated to blog. Now, I’m going to put it in a lock-box for the rest of the month, to start the editing process come the new year, with new perspective. Maybe that makes you happy, since that wasn’t all that exciting. Maybe that makes you want to cry. I doubt it, but thanks.

So what will it be now? The good news is I think I’m getting better and better at remembering things to write. The bad news is I’m leaving and won’t be back until after New Years, by that time everyone will forget all about me. Sigh.

On the plane home last night, I read an article that got me thinking. Of all people, it was about Nicole Kidman. She said,” Your life can have mystery. I don’t really want to understand it all; that’s fine by me. I can go to my deathbed and not have a complete understanding of myself.”

I like that thought. Completely different than any thought that would EVER cross my mind, but then again, I never married Tom Cruise.

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I Like Christmas

I’m not the material girl.

That’s not what Christmas is all about.

I know that.

But let me just tell you how I feel about the holidays:

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a ’54 convertible too
Light blue
I’ll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the ‘fellas that I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you’ll check off my Christmas list
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa honey, one little thing I really need
The deed
To platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex
And checks
Sign your “x” on the line
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations brought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let’s see if you believe in me
Santa Baby, forget to mention one little thing
A ring
I don’t mean on the phone
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry… tonight

Christmas to me, in CT especially, is the 8,000 oldies stations that play carols. If you know about Dominic the Donkey, Santa Baby, and THE CHRISTMAS SHOES (I might have to explain), you really know me.

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How Do You Stop A Charging Man?

Take away his credit card.

That one was Dad’s.

And you thought the first one was bad. Phew.

Connecticut is messing with my head…I watched a HOCKEY game. Didn’t they quit that? I totally thought they stopped playing hockey. My dad’s best friend plays in a band, and we went to see him. Talk about ADORABLE. They flew from CT to see MK and I tie the knot, so of course I went to go see him play, at the dirtiest bar in the world. Too cute.
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In case you were wondering, yes, I think that is what every bar in CT looks like.