First, yes, I do have heat as the potential for serious winter weather bears down upon us. But I’m not sure if it really worksworks for real, or if it has just been rigged to work temporarily, since the person who did the work (Mr. Kat 2.0) is not speaking to me for some reason. So. At the moment, I have heat and I’ll hope it holds up as the wind roars outside my window.
Next, my stalker. Once upon a time, I had to leave my Asheville home in the middle of the night and move away because of a man who wanted to harm me and/or kill me to prove his love for me. I was gone for many years, and only returned once I had a new last name, new career and an unlisted phone number. Years have passed, around 13 years or so actually…and he’s popped back up, sending me messages through another website. I’m really unhappy about this, so for those of you who do know me in “real” life outside my blog, please don’t ever give out any info–my last name, where I work or anything else–to anyone ever ever ever without my permission. I’ve been pretty strict about not giving out my personal info over the last decade, but I guess Asheville is too small a town for me, a stalker and people who like to gossip. I have some folks on the case, so he may crawl back under a rock for a bit, but obviously not forever. Sigh.
Moving right along, let’s talk about “Trick My Truck.” Oh my god, I love this show. It’s on CMT, and I don’t think I’ve ever watched anything on that channel before I got sucked into a “Trick My Truck”a-thon today while channel surfing. Wow! Big redneck men in workshirts with tats and power tools tearing stuff up and making it all shiny again: I’m in heaven. I’ve been watching episode after episode this afternoon, loving it. Especially loved when they tricked out the ice cream truck. Ooooo and the truck that they tricked out like a train, and the owner of the truck cried when he saw it: crying big redneck men! I love this show almost as much as “Dog the Bounty Hunter.”
Did you eat your collard greens and black eyed peas today for good luck? For those of you who ain’t from around here, it’s the traditional southern first day of the year meal for prosperity, sometimes with a little bit o’ pork thrown in there. I had my collards and peas, but I skipped the pork.
I also didn’t sweep my house today. According to some feng shui mojo, if you clean on the first day of a new year, you sweep away or wipe away the good fortune the new year has brought you. I didn’t clean anything, and even took it a step further by not showering, so all that good fortune could soak right into my skin.
What else…oh yeah! My friend and the nosejob: yeah, he’s still going for his consultation, even though I tried to talk him out of the money so I could continue my education with it. Apparently, me thinking he is hot is not enough validation for him, since the girl o’ his dreams does not think he’s hot or something (can you imagine that I am not the girl of his dreams? yes, it’s hard for me to fathom, too!). But I tried. I tried to reassure him of his hotness factor and shake the cash out of him, but alas…
A big shout out to the Image 420 posse for hooking Minime up with a rainbow of birthday shirts to wear to Disney to celebrate her 10th birthday! She racked up on birthday greetings, loot and cake thanks to her stylish t’s.
And Disney. Ok, what the hell are the people carrying in those backpacks and rolling suitcases all around the theme parks? It’s bad enough that people are elbow to elbow smashed into the Magic Freakin’ Kingdom like sardines, but why does everyone have a backpack? And why did they all have to hit me with their backpacks or run over my feet with their rolling suitcases? What is so damn important that you can’t leave it in the car or in your hotel that you must pack a suitcase and bring into the line for the Haunted Mansion ride? All Minime and I had was our ticket for admission, a little cash for a cold beverage and a camera, all of which will fit into one of my pockets. What else could you need that requires luggage in a theme park?? This baffled me during my entire visit and baffles me still.
So. Happy New Year! I wish you and yours all the best. Psychic Sylvia Browne on “Montel” said 2008 should be a better year for all things compared to ’07, that odd years are years in which things get started or a change begins and even years are the years for things to reach their fruition. I know ’07 sucked in many ways for me, so sure, I’ll take that!! So may all your hard work pay off in ’08! Blessings to you all–kiss kiss kiss.