At A Moments Notice...

Sometimes I sit and just stare at my keyboard, sorta like I'm doing right now. Only, I'm typing, so I guess I'm not really staring as much as I am well you know, typing. But the point is sometimes I just sit and stare at the damn thing waiting for inspiration to hit me. It hasn't yet so I'll just fill this space with fluff until it does.

In many ways I'm glad the Christmas frenzy is behind me. Not that I didn't enjoy Christmas because I did. It's just I'm glad its over. Too much pressure...too little fun.

I'm thinking about removing the carpet in my bedroom and sanding the floor. Which is causing all types of grief. One, I sorta like carpet in the bedroom; it provides that added warmth on those cold winter mornings. But then on the other hand I happen to love wooden floors and find carpet to be way too much trouble. With wood floors you spill something you wipe it up, everything's fine. With carpet...well you know the drill.

Sdot purchased the first season of the Golden Girls and I've been a junky ever since. You'd think I'd never seen an episode the way I've been chuckling. Though all the girls can stand their own, Dorothy (Bea Arthur) is by far my favorite. Before she even finishes the sentence I'm on the floor!

Dorothy: Which goes better? The chain or the pearls?
Rose: The Chain.
Blanche: An amateur's mistake! Can't you see that the chain accentuates that long, turkey-like neck?
Rose: Yes, but the pearls draw attention to the non-existent bosom!
Blanche: Yes, but the chain hangs down and draws attention to that huge spare tire, and those square, manly hips!
Dorothy: Fine! Why don't I just put a sign on me that says, "Too ugly to live?"
Blanche: Fine, but what are you going to hang it from? The chain or the pearls?
Dorothy: None! I'm going to spray paint it on my hump!

Question: Is it really bad luck to still have your Christmas Tree up in the New Year? Not that I believe in superstitions, I just wanna know.

Or, has anyone heard the saying: if you wash clothes on New Years you're washing someone out of your family?

And who thinks of these things?

And why am I discussing this shit on my blog? Oh, because it's fluff. See what an idle mind produces? I'm out. Be safe. Have sex.