Where I've Been

I'm so sorry, everybody, I did not mean to disappear like that.

I started a new job February 20th and the first three months are the hardest.  I'm still technically "in training".  But the job involves sitting in front of a computer at least 10 hours a day, but I work afternoons and evenings, which cuts into my Xanga time.

I cannot write in the morning.  There is nothing funny about mornings.

As far as my life goes, the only thing different is that I am on LA Weight Loss, trying to get ready for my 40th class reunion this summer.  You have to drink 8 glasses of water a day, so I've basically been in the bathroom the past three months.  It a great diet.  You can have all of the vinegar you want.  Lost about 10 pounds, but still have ^%$#^%$*$)(& OOPS FINGERS SLIPPED.....to go.

Will try to get back to Xanga-ing as soon as I can.  Love you all!!!

BUSH BACKS McCAIN

DUH!!!

Body Language of Politics

Okay, I was not going to talk about politics, but I can't help myself. 

I caught bits and pieces of the Barack/Hillary debate the other night, but CNN ran it in its entiretly last night so I got to watch it from beginning to end.

I remember back in 1984, Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro were told to watch their "body language" since it was the first man/woman team.  Don't stand too close, don't stand too far apart, don't touch each other, put the spouses in between you, etc.

I've noticed several times now that when Barack and Hillary are in any situation together, he gets up first and pulls out her chair for her.  I love this show of manners.  However, I'm not sure Hillary likes it, as it makes her look like the "weaker sex".  I noticed she tries to get up as fast as possible.

Once they are both standing, Barack and Hillary greet each other like long lost best friends.  They are both trying so hard to keep it cordial.

How long do you think this "getting along" is going to last?  I'll give it another week.

Haircolor Accident!

I won't be posting any new profile pics in -- how long does it take hair to grow out -- a long time.  Had a really bad haircolor accident yesterday.

It is really scary after you color your hair and take the towel off and look in the mirror.  Life is like a box of chocolates.

I was stunned at my new "Elvis/Roy Orbison" look.  I mean it is black.  God gives you gray hair for a reason -- to soften your look as you age.  I can still hear my dad commenting on my mom coloring her hair, which he did not approve of:  "Let nature take its course". 

Why is it I never look like the girl on the haircolor box?  If they put me on the box, they'd go out of business! And that haircolor for men -- if a woman uses it, would it not work?  I don't undersand that.

I know y'all are wondering just how bad this could be.  Well, I look a lot like:

Lupton.  Except for the beard.  Well, wait a minute, what is that hair on my chin?

The Million Dollar Violin and other nonsense...

I know Xanga means never having to say you're sorry, but I'm sorry I have not been spending enough time with all of you.  My classmates from 1968 have reunited on facebook and we are having so much fun, I can barely tear myself away from them.  The biggest shock is that the 58-year-olds are MUCH FUNNIER than the 18-year-olds I last saw 40 years ago.  That's what life does to a person.  If you survive long enough, you get a sense of humor.

The reason I'm blogging is to ask if anyone saw this headline this past week:

VIOLINIST FALLS, FRACTURING HIS MILLION-DOLLAR VIOLIN

I saw several different versions of this story, where David Garrett said he tripped while carrying his 18th century violin as he was leaving London's Barbican Hall after a performance.  The violin was smashed to bits.

AND I QUOTE:

"I had it over my shoulder in its case, and I fell down a concrete flight of stairs backward.  When I opened the case, much of my G.B. Guadagnini had been crushed."  For his Valentine's Day concert, he was played a Stradivarius that has been loaned to him.

Okay, he fell down a flight of concrete stairs -- backward -- and his violin was smashed to bits.  What about his spine?  What about his head?  What about any extremtiy?  Not one word in these articles on the injuries that David Garrett himself suffered.  Did anybody say, "Are you okay"?  They are all going, "Oops, dropped that violin".  I mean, isn't the human body "priceless"?

Also, shouldn't that violin have been taken to and from the concert hall in a Brink's truck?  Why was he carrying something that expensive down a flight of concrete stairs in the first place?  And after what happened, would you loan him your Stradivarius........and let him carry it up and down that same flight of concrete stairs?

I wonder if from here on out, David Garrett will be forever known as the guy who dropped the pass in the superbowl. Not to worry, he's got a new job already, carrying human hearts from the Playmate Coolers to the transplant surgeon.

Oops!