In case anyone cares, I just posted the last YEAR AND A HALF of Zoom memories that were sent to me by fellow Captain Zoom fans. Yes, my Captain Zoom birthday page has FINALLY been updated. The reason why I don’t update it more often is that it’s pure old school HTML and a real bitch to edit. I pull down the memories.html file and I open it in wordpad and then I manually code it in. Sure it’s just brs and blockquotes but WordPress has me so spoiled. There was a time back in 1996 – 1998 when I did my entire blog that way. YIKES! Yes, Pre-Blogger was a scary time for us Internet exhibitionists suffering from verbal diarrhea. You young whippersnappers have it EASY compared to the way it was back in the 90’s! Ahhh, the good ole days!

Pee-wee “Paul Reubens” Herman was born August 27, 1952.

David Cassidy was born April 12, 1950.

Doesn’t that seem strange? I’d have thought Pee-wee was MUCH younger. As it is, Pee-wee is 57-years-old!?! I know 57 isn’t really all that old but I think of Pee-wee as a man-child, not a 57-year-old man-child. I just heard he is back in Pee-wee costume and making a new Pee-wee movie and doing Pee-wee appearances. I wish I could say this makes me happy. I don’t know if I am ready.

I hate it when the clocks fall back an hour. I get hungry earlier. Tired earlier. Everything seems off. It takes me weeks to get back to feeling normal. Can’t we just stop doing it?

Today is election day. I get to vote for my township’s Supervisor. And a bunch of other positions. The committee chair called me last night to see if I would work the polls. At 10:00. Someone apparently dropped out at the last minute. I told him I wanted to work the polls but when I was told they were fine and didn’t need anyone, I booked some meetings and it’s too late to cancel. Oh well. Perhaps I should have kept the day open. Coulda Woulda Shoulda.

Last week I went to my Community Association meeting. There are two women on the board who really want to make everyone pay a 15,000 – 20,000 assessment. Regardless of whether our stone facades are deteriorating and moldy. It’s enough that a few have the issue that they want to fix EVERYONE’S. Can I tell you the thought of paying out 15,000 that will do nothing for my equity… and for no real reason makes me want to puke? AND NO ONE COMES TO THESE MEETINGS! It’s just me and a small handful of people. No one has a clue what’s coming down the pike. I want to scream.

I’d sell but then where would I go? Who would buy a house that may be facing an assessment? Especially when I’d have to say, “Other houses have mold and leaks and….” And apparently there’s a new issue with the fireplaces. I really believe it’s hysteria. Pretty soon we will be hanging people from trees.

Halloween was fun. If you are a Facebook friend you got to see me in my witch’s costume. I really wanted Pookie and me to dress up like Dog the Bounty Hunter and Beth but Pookie found a Green Lantern shirt on sale. He called me excited…”Can I buy you one too?” I couldn’t figure it out. Green Lantern? Shouldn’t I go as Kato? Turns out that’s the Green Hornet. I have no connection to the Green Lantern so I passed. Instead I borrowed a witch hat and raided my closet for a black dress. Done. Easy. Would have preferred wearing acid washed jeans, a blonde wig and fake bosoms… but life goes on.

Your Ultimate Shelf Life Guide.

Well I’ll be! Honey keeps indefinitely! My mother was right!

Consider this my public service announcement:

There have been times in my life when I think I am having a bad spell. Think, being the operative word because something invariably pops up to remind me how lucky I am. And of late I had been dwelling on some not so positive aspects of my life — but I got one hell of a reminder yesterday that my life is peachy keen. A friend of mine lost her only son in a car accident. I heard about it last night. I spoke to her today. She is understandably beside herself in grief and I want to help but everything I could even imagine saying rings perfectly silly. But I will continue to try… even if it’s just to listen and pray. She is such a good person and I hate that this had to happen to her.

1. Chock Full O’ Nuts is great coffee! And it’s cheap! A few weeks ago, I had my parents over for dinner. They are snobs when it comes to coffee. My father actually mixes his own coffee beans and grinds them himself. So I served them Chock Full O’ Nuts and they asked, “This is good coffee! What is it?” CHOCK FULL O’ NUTS!!!!

2. I really want to go to the shore today

I hate writing proposals.

I hate cleaning.

I hate going through mail.

And I gotta do all these things. I have two proposals to write today and I have been putting them off for a whole WEEK! Once it’s done, it translates to possible work and possible MONEY! Why do I have such a hard time sitting down and writing them? The end result is almost always good. Yet I always have had this issue. Back at my previous job, I hated proposal writing. I don’t know. There must be a psychological explanation.
Maybe I am scared of the possibility of rejection? Scared that I will make a mistake. Scared I will have totally missed the boat? Maybe all the above.

Okay, here I go. No more ands, ifs, or buts. I’m gonna do it! And I am gonna have it done before NOON! Let’s go!

really.

now.

Start it!