Uhh..

Have I updated this thing lately? No? Crap. So much to say, so little brain function.

what can I say...

David Cook ROCKS!!!! (And I'm a dork. And I don't care).

It's already May???

I have lots of updating to do, and it's getting late. Maybe I'll start tomorrow.

Close one out. . .

. . .before you can start the next.

Hello, everybody! I hope you all had a Happy Christmas, or a Merry whatever-you-celebrate for your winter holiday--Hannukah, Kwanzaa, Eid-al-Adha, Yule, Festivus. Hope I didn't exclude anyone! Really. But now it's December 31st, the last day of the two thousand and seventh year of our common era. So we approach another new set of days. This is momentous for me, as every milestone is now a Milestone--not so much because it could be my last--that's true for all of us--but because in a way, each holiday is now a goal for me and I really have come to appreciate and want to recognize every one, at least a little. So tonight I celebrate the coming of a new year (at home, with my pup Zito, although he doesn't get to drink. He's only five, after all)! 2007 was pretty good, all things considered, and I think I personally came through it without too many lacerations or contusions. Cuts or bruises either. Hope you all did at least as well!

So, 2008, whaddaya got??? (Double-fisted chest thump) Bring it, baby!

Thanks

I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and want you to know I give thanks for each of you, my family and friends, and also any strangers who may be reading this. Every day I thank God for placing all y'all in my life. I love you all.
We should wake up every day grateful, for each other, for the opportunity to experience the day, for what we have that makes our lives good or comfortable or worthwhile, and for the difficulties we face that make us better people. We each have our own Everest to climb, and the reward comes when we reach the summit.
I'm grateful for the challenges that make me stronger, the support that allows me to face my challenges, and for Zito.
Big thanks for reading!

Bleh

I think I'm taking a little dip into melancholy again. I say again, but I don't think I've blogged about it before. I don't want to now either, anymore.

A Rant of Little Importance. . .

to maybe anyone but me. I know this will probably seem silly to many of you out there, but we all have some small thing or two that bugs us. . .don't we? And since I'm in the middle of a stretch of seven graveyard shifts, my brain is in another Zone. You know the one--it starts with a Twi and ends with a light.
With that in mind, I have decided to start here with my new campaign, and that is to encourage the proper pronunciation of the word. . . Bruschetta!
Broo-sket-ta! Broo-sket-ta! Broo-sket-ta! Not Broosheta! Thank you for your support.
(Not really sure where that came from, or even why. Chalk it up to a mild case of bloggorrhea).
Thanks again.