POSTCARDS FROM PARADISE...

... was not an original Replacement's song but they did a cover, and a damn fine job of it I must say. (Ed Grimley keeps popping in my head!) If you never heard the song, Flesh For Lulu did it in the late (very) Eighties. I capitalize the E in Eighties because it was one of the finest decades in the history of music IMHO, and deserves the honor of a capital letter.

And speaking of Paradise, two of my very best friends are vacationing next week in warm, sunny places. And I am not. Mike B. , who will be glad to tell you over and over that he and his beautiful wife will be in the sunny Dominican Republic, offered to take me along if I could squeeze into his carry-on. I promised to be very quiet. He cited the improbability of that ever happening and I think maybe I replied something equally insulting back. Seriously, I hope you both have a wonderful time and safe trips. Just bring us some heat back, please. Please.

Today was an extremely excellent day in all respects. Not sure exactly what to attribute it to, but I'm not one to look for explanations when they are not required. Ok, sometimes. OK, usually. All Right! Most of the Time! But not today. Work was great; people were cooperative, even fun. The sun was out, snow was even pretty. At one point everything looked like being inside a giant snowglobe. I love when that happens. And on my walk in to work, while it was still dark, the snow was sparkling. I really love when that happens. And the italics worked on my Blog. Life. Is. Good.

Homework Assignment for Readers: (Don't you just wanna slap me sometimes?) Next week when I post for Valentine's Day, I'm going to ask all you Lovers what it was that made you fall in love with your S.O. So, start thinking about that now. Then you will have no excuses. Unless of course the dog ate your computer. And unless you have a dog like Rosey, Zog's dog, I won't believe you anyway. No essays required, just something simple. It's usually something simple that causes one to fall in love anyway. Except in my case of course. Nothing is ever simple in my case. No comments from any of you, thank you very much :-)

Hey, not that I'm a TV watcher (are you sick of hearing that yet?) but I freakin' cleaned house on Jeopardy tonight. Yeah, it's Collegiate Week, but what the hell? That's the best time to play. You (I) at least have a chance in hell of answering some posers. If, of course you remember to answer in the form of a question. I'm a stickler for rules like that... I figure I could have amassed aboot $20K. I wiped out two complete categories; Romeo & Juliet and another one, something obscure. Had a bit of trouble with the American Revolution (imagine that) but I swear, I even got the Final Jeopardy question, something I've only done 6 or 7 times in my life.

STHTTMMS: Just aboot everything. Am I making you gag? I'm sorry. I'm just happy, I had a really good day. I think I know why, I just realized. I was so busy I didn't have time to think. Aha! Maybe we're on to something here. Like, um I wonder if my insurance will cover a lobotomy? It's certainly not a "cosmetic" thing, cause, like you'd have that big ugly scar across your forehead and shit...

GSL: I had some GREAT lyrics I wrote down and carried around in my pocket all day and now I can't find them. Maybe later. Anyway, I heard a great song on the way to work this am.

Can't remember who sings it. Somebody help me. Jeff? "I believe in miracles / Where you from, You Sexy Thing?" That is such a happy song :-)

RQ: "Thoughts are energy. And you can make your world or break your world by thinking." -Susan Taylor. Hmmmm... Interesting.