Wit, Wisdom & Wonder

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1. My critters. I'm not sure how I'd last the night, much less the day, without a cheery, furry face to smother with kisses.
2. Good friends, some of which happen to be books.
3. Hubby. 'Nuff said.

Not likely a popular one as I don't think most folks consider it a holiday movie, but I've always adored Desk Set.

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Xanadu. Because really, if you're a goddess on a weekend Earth pass, wouldn't you consider starting your own night club? :D

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Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I wasn't regularly picked on as a child. The New York kids I grew up with knew better than to pick on each other and once we moved to Arizona, I was too much of an unknown for any serious attempts by the overly sheltered teens at school. Which isn't to say there weren't a few feeble attempts (i.e. the Jews have curly hair to hide our horns, Christ Killer and things like that) but when someone is culturally and religiously sensitive to curse words (really, they call it cussing) the last thing you do is pick on someone who has been able to curse like a sailor practically from birth.

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As a child, we lived across from an abandoned school. I can't even say what kind of school it was, because it'd been so many: junior high, high school and technical school. As so many schools on Long Island are, it was surrounded by acres and acres of fields - football, basketball, tennis, soccer, you name it. At night, storms raced across the fields, funneled by ancient oaks and maples. Our house was directly in the path of these storms, so they seemed to hit our home and break open in full fury. We lost quite a few trees over the years, one going down in our neighbor's house.

What I remember though was the thrill of watching that storm race in. And the fear that this time the tree would hit our home. I didn't know then about insurance, didn't know about how those adult things worked. So every time that wind blew, I worried that we'd lose it all. And have to go live with my grandparents in Arizona.

Which wouldn't have been all that bad. With the exceptions of a few dust storms and the annual monsoon, the storms weren't that bad. And there were no trees to speak of. Just lots of flying cacti. :)

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Sweat clothes as every day clothes. *shudder*

These are sweat clothes, designed to wear before-during-and-after exercise hence the term "sweat". You, my dear, do not exercise every moment of the day. This is obvious. Do us a favor and dress yourself when leaving the house, will ya? You're fooling no one. Some people can pull off uber-comfy and still look presentable, these people represent roughly 1% of the population and you are not in that category. Also, just a heads up: you are not a rap star. Bling + sweats = ridiculous.

And no, I'm not talking about a zip up hoody or sweatshirt as an outer layer of warmth. I'm talking the full head to toe sweat outfit including sneakers. Every mothing-fooking day of the week.

"For more information, inquire within."

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