Sand

I said, "you've got sand in your ears".
My son said, "I've got sand EVERYWHERE".
I replied, "If you had gone swimming, you'd have sand in your buttcrack too".

I had to educate my son because he doesn't have much experience with the beach. It's only 10 min. from our house but we rarely go. I know you think we're crazy, but I've got plenty of reasons........um I mean excuses. First, it's either foggy and cold, or it's hot enough for me to sunburn in 30 min (after I apply the 50 SPF). And the water is cold except for maybe 2 days outa' the year. Fog does scary things to my hair, and I get the kind of sunburn that hurts for days and then itches.

And YET I had fun tonight...................at the beach, with a bonfire, bbq, smores, good company, and SAND. I had sand in my food, in my shoes, in my eyes, and I haven't even dug into the rats nest that sits on my head. Summertime is COOL.

My daddy's birthday was today. He would have been 89. He loved his house by the beach. He didn't mind the fog. I miss you every day, daddy. I will enjoy the beach and the fog, and LIVE each day to the fullest. For you. For my son. To honor the life you gave me.

What happens in Vegas, is quickly uploaded

So I'm not sure what Vegas pictures I'm goin' upload to my blog or my flickr yet 'cause I'm frankly not as bold as Dooce.com. Lifting your skirt up on the Vegas strip at 4am or visiting male strip clubs may not be for everyone.

However, I tried to find a cool pic of the Cirque du Soleil show I saw. It just opened and it's called The Beatles LOVE. It was an amazing show. It's a must-see for anyone even remotely aware of the importance of The Beatles and that time in our history.

Needless to say I had FUN and blew off some steam, in addition to spending boatloads of money. Whatever happened to the $2.99 buffet?

Updates and more

Correction to my last post: "THE WIZARD SAYS GO AWAY". That was my son's line in the play tonight. He had another line that was added but I can't remember all of it. The things actors put up with. Jeez.

The play was so good. I can't tell you how impressed we all were. I have no idea how they remembered all those lines. Obviously I never considered a career in acting.

My horoscope (which I faithfully check each Thursday at http://www.freewillastrology.com) says: This would not be a good week to cast a curse on God in revenge for what you think are his mistakes. Nor would it be a favorable time to draw blasphemous cartoons of saints, or pretend that atheism is any less of a faith-based belief system than religion. In fact, if I were you, Capricorn, I would utter a few prayers, purify your motives, and do some really good deeds--just in case there's even a slim possibility that divine help is abundantly available to you right now. (P.S. From what I can tell, there's more than a slim possibility.)

I sure hope my horoscope lets me know WHEN it is a good time to draw blasphemous cartoons of saints. And for gawwwd's sake (not to be confused with cursing the big "G"), how will I "utter prayers and purify my motives" this weekend in Vegas?? I think I'll cast a curse on Brezsny now.

The First Time

I just spent a few hours helping to paint the set for my son's Wizard of Oz play. I've NEVER painted a set. How FUN to paint something that only needs to look good from FAR away. My munchkin is playing the "gate guard" and his one line is "Go away. The wizard does not want to see you" or something like that. I will of course video tape the whole thing and keep it for the E!True Hollywood Story.

Let the Ramblings begin.... My week has been so weird so far. Monday morning started with my left eye watering, and watering, and watering. I took a Claritin but it didn’t stop the flood gates; just made me ADHD (I swear I’m such a cheap date). I got no work done ‘cause I couldn’t sit at my computer long enough to do anything. Plus the light from the computer screen was actually bothering my eye and it was starting to ache. By 5pm I called Sandy since she’s worked for an opthamologist since the beginning of time. “Typical patient”, she said, “doesn’t call until 5pm”. She, of course, said I probably left my contact in too long, which she has warned me about a zillion times. But did I listen………oh nooooo; after 15 years of contact use, I think I’m such a smarty pants.
Tuesday was spent with more eye watering, and begging rides from friends to get me to the doctor. He gave me some drops with a wonderful anti-inflammatory steroid and antibiotics. The sunlight is “bad” for my eye, so I’ve closed all the blinds and I’m now living like a bat. I have to wear my glasses for at least a week, which so doesn’t fit into the Vegas weekend coming up, but dark casinos and nightclubs do. ;-))

Today was spent in my bat-cave, talking with every family member and working on my dad’s estate, with the tiniest bit of work thrown in. Tomorrow I gotta go to the laundromat ‘cause I blew up my dryer and then Fri. is off to my “what happens in Vegas” weekend. Wish me luck getting some work done.

Good advice

My horoscope this week:
"Race car drivers say that if you're heading toward a wall," writes philosopher Jonathan Zap, "don't look at it. Instead, look at where you want to go." That's good advice for you in the coming week, Capricorn.

This reminds me of the lessons I got from my father when we went miniture golfing. He told me to look at the ball, and then as I swing, look at where you want the ball the go. I'd rather think about the ball than "heading towards a wall". Ouch.........the wall makes me tense up and squeeze my eyes shut. Which reminds me of the car accident I was in a year ago, where it helped that I was watching the road ahead of me and unaware of the guy barreling into the back of me. So not only can you not control what's coming up behind you, but you can't control where the walls are. You must look at where you want to go and your body will follow. Good imagery for the roadway of life.