I ran over an animal on my way to work. It happened so quickly that I am not sure what kind of animal I hit. As soon as I saw that something was in the road, I braked but it was just too late. I felt a bump under my tire. I think the animal was a hedgehog or beaver or raccoon or maybe an opossum. I thought about turning my car around to see if I did hit it or if it needed help. Instead I just drove on, worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle what I might see.

On my way home, I kept my eyes peeled for the carcass. Oddly enough, I didn’t see anything. Either the road crew picked him up or an animal ate him or perhaps I just bumped the poor thing and he limped away almost perfectly fine.

I feel horrible but I really did react as best as I could in that situation. It’s a shame that woodland creatures are seemingly immune to the 100th Monkey effect.

I usually wait until after January 7th to take down the Christmas tree since that is when my father celebrated Christmas when he was a child– it’s the old Ruthenian Byzantine way. It’s many days past the 7th and I must take down the tree. It’s time. The thing is, I do enjoy Christmas and am sad to see it go. I guess tonight I will light a fire and take down the ornaments.

More strange dreams plagued me although I can’t seem to really recall any of them. I should have left my house 10 minutes ago. HA! I am embracing my lateness. I didn’t roll out of bed until 6 and I took a shower and I ate breakfast. And I am blogging. I will catch a later train, it’s that easy. Silly thing is I had intended to leave early so I could get some things I missed yesterday accomplished prior to my regular morning activities. Nope.

Yesterday I visited a Financial Advisor who is going to help me get some of my finances in order. My question is this: If this guy is a great financial adviser– shouldn’t he have been wearing really expensive clothes and sporting a Rolex? Shouldn’t there have been a really fancy car in the parking lot? I didn’t see anything that looked impressive. His advice seemed good, of course it also sounded a lot like the parent’s voices in the Peanut’s cartoon specials. Wha Wha Wha Wha Wha.

I gotta take a class.

I bought the Eye-fi for my camera today. It looks like a normal 2GB memory card (no antennas, no protrusions, no cables) except it allows you to wirelessly upload pictures from your camera straight to your computer!! It seems too good to be true! I’ve been wanting to get a new card with more memory (so I can record all of Rob’s performances rather than just segments). The wireless part is pure gravy! I can’t wait to try it out.

On XM this evening, I heard the song Baby, Let’s Play House by Elvis. I head a lyric in the last verse that I never noticed before: I’d rather see you dead little girl, than to be with another man. Hearing this lyric, I immediately thought of the Beatles’ song Run For Your Life which starts with exactly those words! Although I like both songs, that line is just plain awful!

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Friday, November 14, 2053

Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future

I get quotes delivered into my inbox every morning. This one resonated with me this morning.

“Time is limited, so I better wake up every morning fresh and know that I have just one chance to live this particular day right, and to string my days together into a life of action and purpose.”

Lance Armstrong (1971 – )
U.S. cyclist, 7-time consecutive winner of the Tour de France

1. Is it just me or does French President Nicolas Sarkozy look like KITH alum Kevin McDonald?

And have you seen that Nicky is dating Carla Bruni? I am a big fan of Carla Bruni’s music. I’ve written about how much she amazes me. From being born into a very rich family, to being blessed with Supermodel genes and career, to her incredible musical ability and now I find out she is soon to be First Lady of France. There must be some horrible trait she possesses. I think she picks her nose and eats it.

2. I mistakenly watched about 15 minutes of the Kim Kardashian show. I wasn’t so much shocked at her need to publicly wiggle her boobies around as much as I was shocked to see what has happened to Bruce Jenner! The Bruce Jenner I remember was this incredibly driven athlete staring out from a Wheaties Box. The Bruce Jenner I saw on this show got a pedicure and later was instructed on how to shove his chihuahua’s little penis head back in by a vet. Bruce, what happened to you?!?!

3. Last night Rob and I went to see his friend that looks like Micky Dolenz perform at Kildaire’s in King of Prussia. He was filling in as singer for an 80’s cover band. I really enjoyed the show. I so love the music of my youth. They played one of my favorite songs, Ratt’s Round and Round. I don’t know if I love the song or I just have extremely fond memories of the video with Uncle Miltie and a woman who seemingly molts. The drummer of Rob’s band and his wife were there and we sat with them. I’ve seen the drummer’s wife every time Rob plays at the Whitpain Tavern. Do you know that she actually told me that her husband is in Rob’s band and asked if I ever saw them play together? I was dumbstruck. I’ve met this woman at least 4 times now. I can’t believe she still doesn’t know me. Odd.

4. It’s 10:30 and I must go to sleep so there will be no #4.