The Na's Have It

Somebody much cleverer than me came up with this little flow chart. Since it made me laugh, I felt the need to post it. Unfortunately, the Batman theme is now perseverating through my brain.

Just Asp Me

Just as all eyes are turning to Egypt, Cairo that is, where alliances shift and the streets are crowded with throngs of protesters, I have begun reading this book. The real story of Cleopatra. Which begins in Egypt, Alexandria that is, where civil war is underway. I am so completely caught up in this critically acclaimed accounting of one of the most powerful women who has ever walked this Earth. If you think you spring from a dysfunctional family, you'll feel sane and normal, perhaps even dull, compared to the murder, incest, intrigue and betrayal that abounds in the Ptolemaic Dynasty. It seems so very appropriate that we named our half Siamese calico cat after this queen of queens. After all, a clumsy visitor to the Alexandrian palace was executed for stumbling over and subsequently killing one of the royal cats. It must have been an honor to be employed as the royal poop scooper. Words cannot express how tickled I am that Cleopatra is an anagram for Carla, poet. While you ponder this, I'm getting back to my book.

Miss Martine & Pamela Jean & Me

And as long as I'm feeling whiney, I miss my sisses, too. It's been much too long since we were together. Is it spring yet?

Tigh Sigh

I miss Tigh. I'm pretty sure he misses my big comfy chair, which I allowed him to sit in for a few hours just before he left for Oz. Sigh. My boys have scattered so far away from me. Actually, I think he misses me just a little, too. He's having an adventure, as young men should. He'll be back in August for his brother's wedding. If he's really nice to me, I might let him sit in my big comfy chair again. Maybe let him wear the tiara this time.

Chinese Compatibility

Let me admit right up front that to my knowledge, I am not the least little bit Chinese. But we are now in the Chinese year 4709, which is determined by a lunar based calendar, and I think we can all agree that I have lunatic tendencies. On occasion. Now that we have established that, according to the Chinese zodiac, I am a Rooster. Also according to the Chinese zodiac, my current man interest/distraction is the Ox. We are most compatible. To the point of perfection. All we have to do is figure out who leads and who follows. After half a bottle of 7 Deadly Zins and one potent margarita, I would have to say I would follow him durn near anywhere. If only he could figure out where he's going. The only thing I'm sure of is that the word perfection always makes me nervous.

Is There an Echo in Here?

Bill Murray is really a terrific actor. Sometimes. I think he often is trapped in the wrong script with the wrong director with that characteristic smirk on his face while breaking the fourth wall. Or maybe it's difficult for me to take him seriously because he doesn't come in the standard leading man package. I keep waiting for him to pull a face, do a pratfall, or engage in some Three Stooges type behavior. I do like him in Groundhog Day. Which I just viewed with the 18 yo son. On Groundhog Day! I think we did this three years ago, and maybe I wrote precisely the same thing. Maybe it's just going to be Groundhog Day over and over and over again until I get it right. Whew. I don't know about you, but just to be safe, I'm not setting my alarm for six a.m.

The Cure

When the aftereffects of physical therapy leave you stiff, sore, cranky and with intermittant numbness, this little countdown fixes me right up and renders me tolerable to be around. I can't recommend it as a health professional, since I'm not one, so don't try this at home.

3 ibuprofin
2 glasses of wine
1 heatpack

Naturally, the perfect final touch would be soft music, muted lighting, and a massage. Lacking that, I'll settle for a comfy bed with a cat as a footwarmer and a good book. Is it still winter?