I woke up happy this morning. I pulled on my long and flowing khaki skirt and a tank top and headed for a short but brisk walk around the development. Walking, I couldn’t help but smile. It’s a beautiful day and I feel good.

I am seriously considering changing everything over to ExpressionEngine. Anything to make the spam stop.

I had such a nice day today. I spent it in New Hope, walking around and having a good time. The thought of work tomorrow doesn’t make me happy. Last night I had a dream I was going through my Aunt Helen’s closet and I found tons of sweaters with the silk screen visage of Dusty Springfield.

I spent the evening with my parents. As I was driving home a song came on the radio and the next thing I know I am singing at the top of my lungs:

Oh Denise, scooby doo
I’m in love with you, Denise scooby doo
I’m in love with you, Denise scooby doo
I’m in love with you,

Denise Denise, oh with your eyes so blue
Denise, Denise, I got a crush on you
Denise, Denise, I’m so in love with you

Oh when we walk, it seems like paradise
And when we talk, it always feels so nice
Denise, Denise, I’m so in love with you

Summer night. Wind blowing through my hair. Singing about Denise, Scooby Doo. Doesn’t get much better. Too bad I don’t sound better.

Interesting version by Debbie Harry

You all laughed. Laughed when I suggested Lucas incorporate codpieces and a dance sequence into Revenge of the Sith. Let me ask you this: Did you laugh when Obi Wan Kenobi showed up riding a giant gila monster? Now what is more outrageous? I’m thinking the giant gilla monster.

Yes, I finally saw Revenge of the Sith. I am not happy with the movie. I didn’t like the other two either. It’s not the Star Wars I grew up loving as a child. It was far too violent and there was no real heart to it. Anakin transformed far too quickly and I never sensed any true love between him and Amidala. Ultimately, it was the best of the last 3 films, but that just isn’t saying much.

Oh, and weren’t there any women living a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away? The only gals I saw were painted blue, wore little clothing, and possessed big boobs. Little Amidala spent the entire movie staring longingly out the window waiting for her Ani to come back from his Jedi adventures. Would it have killed George to clad some gals in black leather and call them Jedis?

I am glad George has decided not to make 3 more movies.

Lisa and Audra are up in the loft watching Ocean’s 12. I had been watching it too but I came downstairs to make a pot of coffee. Aunt Helen and Cousin Mark came to the Donna Villa earlier this afternoon. It was nice seeing them. Thank goodness the house was in good order! Still, I can’t help but wonder how people can keep their homes so clean all the time. It’s beyond me. The coffee should be ready about now.

I created a Web site for my sister so she can post pictures she takes. The web site is a bumpy road. It’s pretty much empty at this point. All it has are images I uploaded while I was testing. Still, I am kind of taken with it and really hope she gets some use out of it.

Yesterday, I noticed Rhapsody now has 2 albums from the Pop A Paris compilation series!!! I have been wanting these CDs forever but I hated to buy them mainly because I believe it is archaic to buy CDs. So now, I am listening to Jacqueline Trieb singing her version of the Who’s My Generation. There’s even a version of These Boots Are Made for Walking: Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher. SPEAKING OF WHICH, yesterday I saw the Jessica Simpson video for her version of These Boot Are Made for Walking which she apparently sang for her role as hooker in the movie Dukes of Hazzard. I don’t remember Hazzard County having ladies of the night but I guess that is what happens when you update. And what the heck is wrong with her voice? That is not a pleasant sound she emits! I asked Lisa if it was a joke, but she assured me all was on the up and up.

I didn’t get home until after 1am! My plane was late late late and then we got stuck on the tarmac in Chicago waiting for takeoff. I thought I’d never get home. In fact, the trip back from the very beginning was painful. I couldn’t hail a cab to take me to the airport for the life of me. Cabs would stop and as soon as I said, “Airport” they’d shake their head no and take off. Just as I was trying to remember the nearest CTA stop, a cab picked me up. No more complaining, I got home safely.

Yesterday was Bobo’s first day at Obedience School! Lisa said she felt she was the one being trained more than Bobo. One of the things she needs to do this week is teach Bobo to look at her when she speaks. On the ride back she showed me how she says, “BOBO!” and then points at her face. Bobo doesn’t look. Not yet at least. Lisa is patient so I am sure she’ll have him paying attention in no time.

Make a cow poop on my Web site!

My dream last night brands me forever as a nerd. I had a little calculator-like gadget. When I pointed it at an object and pressed a little button, its LCD would light up with the object’s IP address. I was so impressed with this little device and surprised that everyday objects possessed an IP address.