Not much there.

This was a bit of a struggle for me. “Meager” doesn’t conjure up a lot of song ideas, but I opened up my iTunes library to see what I had, and something immediately jumped out. It’s not my usual taste, but I really fell in love with the song when it first came out, even though I was (and still am) into Pink Floyd and Frank Sinatra more than Top 40 pop music. That said, I think you’ll like it too. For today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you “Too Little, Too Late” by JoJo. Enjoy!


Hello, Cleveland!

Yesterday, if you were aware, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame announced its Class of 2018, and amongst the inductees were The Cars, Bon Jovi, Nina Simone, Moody Blues, and Dire Straits. Sister Rosetta Tharpe is being inducted as an Early Influencer. I was a little upset that the Eurythmics didn’t make it, but hopefully they’ll get another chance soon. I love all of those artists, so I thought as a little bonus for tomorrow, I’d throw out my favorite song from one of those groups/artists. Hmm. What to pick, what to pick…

Guess who’s back?


That’s right, bitches. Aaron Rodgers is back. He’s been medically cleared to play in Sunday’s game against the Carolina Panthers. Part of me is incredibly excited and ecstatic because I love watching him play, and I love watching him destroy other teams. The other part of me is scared to death he’s come back too soon, and all I can think of is Tony Romo. He broke his collarbone for the second time, the Cowboys cleared him to play eight weeks later, and then two games after that (coincidentally against the Panthers), he broke that same collarbone again…his third such break. I don’t want that for Aaron. Tony is a great analyst on CBS, but I don’t want Aaron in the broadcast booth this soon. Go Pack Go!!

Also, THANK YOU ALABAMA. I never thought the day would come I’d thank Alabama for any goddamn thing, but there you go. I hate that it took nominating an alleged child molester and sexual predator to get people to NOT elect a Republican out of the South, but I guess even those assholes have their red line.

It’s the best time of the year.

Happy Santa Claus laughing

I hope you have an extra-wide chimney. Santa looks like he’s packed on a few pounds.

How old were you when you figured out Santa was really your mom and/or dad? I was 9. It didn’t happen because I snuck out of my room and saw them putting presents under the tree after my sister and I had gone to bed. It happened because I looked at the gift tags on my presents and saw the “From: Santa” looked just like the way my mom and dad signed my birthday cards every year. It was the same handwriting. I remember looking up at them as they sat on the couch, watching my sister and I tear into our gifts, thinking they weren’t as slick as they thought they were. I never told my sister my realization; she was only 4, and that’s too young to have the rug pulled out from under you about that. She was about the same age I was when she figured out Santa Claus was really mom and dad being sneaky. After that, they signed all the gift tags “From: Mom & Dad.”

As a special musical bonus for you today, two weeks before Christmas, here is Big Daddy from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof wishing you much merriment this time of year. Enjoy!

Get your matriculation on.


I kind of feel cheated out of getting to do this. When I graduated, no one threw their caps in the air.  😦

I graduated from college on December 18, 2005. In fact, if I look up above my desk, I can see my BBA hanging on the wall. I don’t think college is for everyone, and I don’t think 18-year-olds should be forced to take on decades of debt just to get a piece of paper that they may not be able to use. Unfortunately, all the work I’ve done since graduating has had nothing to do with what I went to school for. That doesn’t mean I’m sorry I went or sorry I got one, only that at this point, it hasn’t done much for me. My sister is a teacher, so for her, her degree 100% corresponds to her job.

I think the problem with college nowadays is degrees have become meaningless unless you’re going to law school, medical school, or have plans to be a CPA or financial advisor. Almost any job short of flipping burgers or folding sweaters requires a college degree or higher education of some sort, and as I alluded to above, it’s not for everyone. Not everyone is cut out for college. Making people take on debt they’ll never repay just to get a job that won’t pay them enough to repay that debt makes absolutely no sense to me. It’s one of a few things Europe does better than we do. Maybe one day we’ll figure this shit out.

“Promise me baby, you won’t let them find us…”

I always enjoy it when a song springs to mind immediately upon seeing the Daily Prompt each Friday. It can sometimes be a chore to sit here and wrack my brain thinking of one, particularly if it shouldn’t take that long. Luckily for me (and for you!), that was not the case this week. If you asked me to pick my Top 10 songs from this artist, I’d have a hard time fleshing out the list. There are just SO many songs of his I love, picking only 10 would feel like trying to decide which member of my family I loved the most. I can say with certainty however, this song would absolutely make the cut. For today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you Cover Me by Bruce Springsteen. Enjoy!

“Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies…”


Perfect for the horrible person who desperately wants you to not realize how horrible they are.

I think all of us, at one time or another, have come across a person or people that act sweet and innocent to our faces, but then act completely different behind our backs or around other people. It always amuses me how these people act when they get caught out. They’re always surprised or upset or in some cases, insulted. It’s like you want to shake them and scream, “What in the hell did you expect?! I’m not as stupid as you think I am!” It baffles the mind. I think part of the reason they do this is that they’re scared of something, and they act out because they don’t know any other way to get the attention they crave. It’s not right, and it’s not excusable, but I can see it.

As a special bonus, in case the title of my post gave you an earworm for the day, enjoy The Undisputed Truth.

Home Sweet Home.



I hope they remembered to empty all those drawers out. Also, they should have wrapped the whole thing in plastic to keep the drawers from *falling* out.


I’ve moved quite a few times in my life. Once in Chicago, from one apartment to another, then from that apartment to Georgia, and lastly from Georgia here to North Carolina. So, I’m something of an old hat at packing up all my shit and moving it from one place to another. I’m also hoping I don’t ever have to do it again, not if I can help it. I hate moving. It’s such a pain in the ass. You have to pack everything up, then unpack it somewhere else, plus you have all those boxes and packing tape and packing paper littering everywhere you step…I hate it. I wish it were possible to just wave one’s hands and magically transport everything to where it needs to go, and not a single cardboard box is involved.

As a humorous side note, when we moved to North Carolina, we had boxes that were still packed from when we moved to Georgia. We moved to Georgia in 2001. We moved here in 2008. That means in 7 years, those boxes hadn’t been touched. They were still in the same boxes the moving company in CHICAGO packed them in, complete with tape keeping them closed. I had to laugh when I saw that.

Bring out the candles.



I’ve never had a birthday cake with sparklers on it. I’d like to rectify that by June.


Why is it that seems men are less vain about aging than women? Of course there are exceptions, not all women and not all men think or act the same way, but it seems that in general, women have a more difficult time accepting that they’re getting older than men do. 30 seems to be the tough age for women to accept they’ve hit. There’s something about no longer being able to say you’re in your 20s that gives you a sick feeling in your stomach. I felt that way five years ago when I turned 30. I’m sure I’ll feel that way in five years when I turn 40. My dad, he doesn’t care. He’s 68, and he doesn’t give a damn who knows it. My mom, on the other hand, when we wish her a Happy Birthday or give her a card, we’re not allowed to use numbers. She’s the same age as my dad, but it must go unacknowledged. My sister is turning 30 tomorrow, and if you bring it up, she growls at you. LOL.

Do you know anyone else like this? Do you tend to see more men embracing getting older or women?

As a bonus, Happy Birthday to Aaron Rodgers, the sexiest man to ever draw breath. To hell with People Magazine — Blake Shelton ain’t shit.

Bright, glittering light.

Name something that sparkles. You probably said a gemstone of some kind, right? Well, in the pantheon of sparkly gems, nothing sparkles brighter than the diamond. I’ve been waiting for a while, I have to admit, for a Daily Prompt on a Friday that allowed me to tie in this band, my all-time favorite band. For your Musical Interlude Friday selection I give you Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd. The FULL version, so it’s over 25 minutes long. Enjoy!