Good-bye 2007, We Hardly Knew Ye. . .

This has been a good year for me, and, I hope, for you as well! Is it just my 40-year-old self or has this year flown by crazy fast? I can remember the end of last year. . . oh wait, I can't. I'm trying to think of what I did and I have no idea. It's not an alcohol situation. I haven't had an adult beverage in what, six months? Yep, that's about right.

Well, anyway, it's been a great year and 2008 will be better!

Happy new year to you all! Blessings to y'all and y'alls!

I'm planning on refining a few resolutions to post tomorrow.

Bob Newhart Is A Genius!

I watched this American Masters program on Bob Newhart. It's an hour and a half homage to a genius. I love him so much! I hadn't realized how much until they showed him. His stammering and silence are so pure. Why isn't he more appreciated? I guess because he's not out there screaming and laughing, just reacting, but brilliantly. I'm putting The Bob Newhart Show on my "want" list.

Walk Hard

Well, I rallied up the girlfriend troops and decided that we'd go see a lovely, uplifiting movie. We saw Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. Oh, my word. It's VERY funny, but how inappropriate is it? Very. This should be a HUGE hit with the 15-year-old boy set. Tim Meadows formerly of Saturday Night Live fame is hilarious. I laughed until my stomach hurt. One of my girlfriends declared, "Well that was a complete waste of two hours!" I have to disagree. And I reminded her that I heard her laughing SEVERAL times. It's that kind of movie, you know, the kind you like and enjoy, but know deep down that it's really not a movie that a mature, well-educated adult person should be entertained by? It's by the same crew that brought us Knocked Up and Superbad, so inappropriate is par for the course.

I give the movie a thumbs up, if legally I can do that.

My Heart Is Full to the Point of Bursting!

Okay, I don't mean literally. This Christmas has been SO fun. The Child couldn't believe that Santa knew what all he wanted and that it needed to be delivered to Granny and Bubba, Sr.'s. By far and away the favorite item received was the Mac Truck (that carried Lightning McQueen in the movie Cars). If Santa had known, he could have saved a ton in elf-labor. There was the proverbial little red wagon, the wooden block (much more fun to knock down than to build with), ABC spongy things, some-such computer do-hickey, and an assortment of other wonders.

I got The War, the book that goes with the series I'm so hepped up about-- still. And, of course, money. That's always nice.

My teeth (or lack) seem to be doing okay. Mom is cooking the traditional sausage casserole. This day is just wonderful.

I am warm, my needs are met, and some of my wants. My family is safe and I have a nephew on the way, soon to join The Child. Wow, does it get any better? I think NOT!

Ow!

Okay, it's finally caught up with me. The trauma committed by the surgeon on my head has registered with my body. This morning, I looked in the mirror and saw a pretty good representation of a female Frankenstein monster. I even have some bluish bruises around my jawline. I'm good with the consequences, since the alternative was to have permanent headaches or explosions of goo in my head (Yes, that was the scientific description.) due to the pressure.

I've pretty much slept all day, on and off. It's not been very eventful. I've gotten up to eat and take meds. I am very thankful that I taped CBS News Sunday Morning. I just watched it. I got to see Michael Gill. Mrs. C. gave me the book and pretty much told me I'd have to read it. It is really a good read. It's a really good story of how someone who ostensibly had everything realized how he had virtually nothing. I highly recommend the book. Tom Hanks has acquired the rights to it, so expect him to be playing the guy who starts a new life by working at a Starbucks. Also, they did a feature on James Taylor. He just calms me down. His singing voice is so soothing as is his speaking voice. I am amazed that he seems to be such a simple man. He's clearly lived a lot, but he seems very unaffected though millions seem to bask in his gentleness. This is the link: CBS Sunday Morning 12/23/07. Check it out. There's also a bit on Dutch masters and separation of church and state and a fascinating document I'd never heard of before (though this isn't surprising).

I'm going to go now to watch some of The War.

May your Christmas Eve be ever so magical!

Day Three Has Been Grand. . . So Far

I woke up at 5:30 and tried to decide whether to go back to bed or not. I decided that I'd read a little, until the meds got far enough down my gullet. Well, that turned into an hour. Then I decided I wanted to make my way to Hell*Mart before the droves arrived. It wasn't too bad, but I had to park further away than I wanted to. I bought everything soft. Pudding, 'minner cheese, spongy white bread, potatoes. Well, I can't open my mouth very wide at this point, and chewing can be painful, so I wanted to go a little soft. I have grits and 'meal, as The Child calls oatmeal.

After Hell*Mart, I decided that the carnivore in me had to be sated, so I went by Krystal at 8:00 a.m. and ordered up three cheese Krystals. I smashed the buns down and scarfed them. Delicious. I'd only had a little bacon at Mrs. Beth's the day of the surgery. And I do like my meat. Anyway, I also got Supermom a gift certificate from Krystal. She really has enjoyed it being here. Then I traveled to Mrs. C.'s to replace the hair dryer I destroyed yesterday. It was one of those old Vidal Sassoon dryers circa 1978. I had it on high while drying my hair it decided it wanted to power down to low. Then I smelled some burniness (not to be confused with truthiness). I then decided that my hair didn't need to be THAT dry. Well, Mr. C. made the comment that he had had the dryer for over 25 years and he wanted it replaced. So, I saw a small one this morning at Hell*Mart and took it over.

I shared some coffee with Mrs. C. and she gave me my Christmas gift, which was overwhelming. It makes me a little nervous to try to figure what I need to get to complete her gift! She got me a mondo addidas bag for the gym and a gym gift certificate. Oh, and also an i-pod sleeve-holder thingie. All so neato! She's already the bomb for letting me convalesce at her home.

Then I trekked over to the Walgreen's again. I needed to pick up some things I thought they'd have at Hell*Mart, but didn't. Then I found some Burt's Bees stuff that I thought that my sis-in-law might enjoy. The lady today was number one. Not like the girl who kept my ice cream yesterday. So, for the moment, Walgreen's has been redeemed. Thank you, nice lady.

Then I took the car to the service place I go to and had them check fluids, etc. I need to have my tires rotated and my transmission fluid flushed. The dude says it's foaming. He also said that I had a little much in the oil. He asked if I had added any. Ha! That's what they're there for, right?

So, I got home and made some CDs for Momma and Snoopy. The rest of the time I've been cutting up and watching my personal porn, The Food Network. Elie Krieger and Guy Fieri ROCK my face off! The crunch from the onion rings sent me to another dimension.

That's been my awesome morning/early afternoon. Hope your day is equally satisfying.

Day Two: The Wisdom Watch

Well, day two has been much better. I've been doing some reading on dry sockets and how to prevent them. I've eaten more ice cream in the past two days than I've had in the past year. The macaroni and cheese is in the oven and I'm weaning myself off the pain meds. I just lounged around Mrs. C.'s lovely estate/convalescent home. I slept, watched TV, and read. She gave me several books to read. I have it on good authority that I should read Lonesome Dove before reading anything else. I'm going to respect the eldest of my generation on my diddy's side. She informed me that it is the absolute BEST book ever.

I must watch some of the movies on the DVR as well. National Treasure is the first on my list because the second one looks VERY good.

I went to Walgreen's to stay out of the dreaded Wal*Mart. The service there, wow, muy horrible. She didn't give me my bags. Heifer. And it was the bag with the ice cream, so I HAD to go back. Thank God she's not a heart surgeon or something, I guess. They, of course, didn't have some of the stuff I need, so I'll be at Wal*Mart tomorrow morning. Early. Ugh.