Get busy, Sara

Tomorrow is June 1st, beginning of the 6th month of 2012...and I've failed to reach one goal already.  After squeezing every nickel out of my meager funds last year I swore to either save $100 a month towards Christmas or purchase one nice gift per month for my immediate family.  That way December wouldn't be such a season of panic but a season of peace...financially anyway.  If I don't get a grip on things pretty quick, I may be betting on the Mayans come December!!

There's a Hole in My Bucket List!

Since I posted last a few years ago, I've seen the movie, The Bucket List.  I had this unspoken pressure to develop my own list but the thought of making a list of things to do before I die was a little more than depressing!  I would like to see the aurora borealis, cherry blossoms in Washington D.C., write a book, learn Spanish, weigh 120 again, and a few other things.  But at 64, I've had plenty of time to do this stuff and nothing's happened yet...makes me wonder how important these things really are to me.  Along the way, some cool things have happened that have brought me much joy and made precious memories for me.  One in particular is meeting and getting to know the gentleman pictured with me.  I'd like to introduce you to Glenn McDuffie, the Kissing Sailor from Times Square, VJ Day 1944.   I know, there's a book out and blah, blah, blah.  Mr. McDuffie, however has been forensically identified as the man in the famous picture by the top forensic artist with the Houston Police Dept., Lois Gibson and has passed every lie detector test ever given (a couple by F. Lee Bailey)!!  I'm hoping to see him again this year and you bet I will keep you posted.  In the meantime, I'm happy with the serendipity trails I'm following and the wonderful people I'm meeting.  And I think he's cuter than a cherry blossom!

Everything Old is New Again!

It's been suggested that I dust off my blog and start posting again.  We'll see what happens as this whole place is different and I'm not sure yet what google has to do with it.  I agree with my friend, Bonney, that social media isn't so friendly if you want to post more than a recent trip to the grocery store or make vague innuendos about people you're unhappy with.  Besides, now we're all on the grid and Big Brother knows where we are and what we're thinking...and who we're mad at!!  It's late and my last Dr. Pepper is wearing off so I'll think about something interesting I've done or am planning to do and get back with details.  In the meantime, y'all be careful out there, ya hear??

SUPER DUPER

I'm not sure if I'm just ignorant or if the public is once again being duped by the politicians. But what the heck is a "Super Delegate"? I know about Super Glue, Super Heroes, Super Sonic, and Super Size Me. There's Super Bowl, Super Novas, Super Mario and Super 8 Motels (see you along the way). The adjective, "super" has to be one of the most superfluous words in current language and has lost the impact it once had. By sheer repetition, the word starts to look silly and insignificant. So, why has it now been the superlative of choice to define a delegate to a political convention? Are these delegates of greater renown, greater power, greater income? Are they sitting in proxy for legions of other delegates too lazy to go to the convention? And...if so much superb rhetoric is being bandied about regarding their impact on the choice of a presidential candidate, can't they just phone in their decision and save everyone a boatload of super funds? I think deep down, we're being conned by some Super Dupers!

Lost in Space...and Time

Reading a blurb from Uncle John's Bathroom Reader (my other Bible) I see where it is estimated that people spend on average one year of life looking for things. I doubt that. I wouldn't still be sporadically hunting for treasure if I dedicated that much time to the search. Think about how much time has passed just this year! It's already coming near the first day of the fifth month of 2008. Imagine spending just these nearly four months searching for misplaced objects, no vacations, no going to work or play or school...just looking for things that I once had.

If I had put even 25% of that time, say one month, 30 days just looking for things, I'd have already located the library book I just checked out. Mike had it last and has no recollection of where he might have put it down, so maybe that's a technicality. I can lay that lost item at his feet and send him off to find it. At any rate, it cost me $20 at the library to replace it.

Add another month to that and I'd know where my little ornament was last hung. It's three girls dancing. I got one for me, Middle Sis and Baby Sis to celebrate our good fortune to be sisters. I'm kind of into "sister" things like that. I've seen both of theirs at their homes, but don't know what I did with mine. It'll turn up. I might also have found my one missing earring that's a light blue and silver. I've had the pair for years and they didn't match a thing. Now that one's gone into hiding, I have about three blouses that they would match perfectly with. Of course!

Spending an entire year would be a bonanza! I know I'd be able to find my book of poems that I've written (I know it's around somewhere), James' missing baby shoe (his precious wife has the other baby shoe on display in their home), and maybe, just maybe, the ring my mother gave me when I was a teenager with the initial "E" (for Elizabeth) on it. She told me to be careful!!!

Think I'll start this weekend ~ tempus fugits, ya know!