It's quite lovely to be sitting on Douglas, dinner dishes cleaned up and Big Cuter on the phone talking Tebow with his dad, my fingers typing random nonsense to you. I am reveling in this new year.
Ron Paul came in second in New Hampshire's primary and only Rachel Maddow wondered if the Republican Party was paying any attention to that fact. Wanting all perspectives on the situation, we left CNN for Fox, lasted about two minutes and found Rachel asking if the platform might represent Ron Paul's views. After all, nearly 20% of primary voters find him attractive.
I'm trying to remain calm as I contemplate President Paul dismantling our government.
My dentist has a sonic tooth polisher. There was no pressing, no whirring, no tingling from my teeth to my toes when I went in for a cleaning today. Instead, there was a gentle stream of water and a strong pulsing sensation but none of my usually sensitive spots sent me jumping or flailing. Strange as it might sound, it was actually a pleasant experience.
School buses and left-lane-toads combined to make a 40 minute trip an exercise in patience and deep breathing. As I try to consider what internal turmoil is fogging the brain of the 20-something tooling along in the fast lane, 10 miles under the speed limit, I am also trying to stifle the urge to honk my horn as forcefully as my palms can smack it.
Isn't it possible to be distracted in the right lane?
The construction project on our corner has raised the elevation of the road by 10'. Sidewalks have been laid and curbs have been poured. There's no pavement, but we have high hopes. No one can understand why cement pipes 15' in diameter have been installed; obviously it's for flood control. But that intersection has never been flooded, not even in the 100 year storm of 2006.
This project was in the works for 12 years before construction began last summer. I ought to check out the weather patterns back then. Perhaps it was very very wet and they were very very worried.
John Huntsman misfiled his primary application and Arizona's Secretary of State has left him off the ballot. Apparently, an un-notarized, photocopied form just doesn't make it here in the Grand Canyon State. It will be too bad if his views aren't represented; he's a thoughtful, smart, polished man who might make it an interesting race were he to secure the nomination.
Fox is stirring up trouble by calling Romney's win disappointing because he didn't meet the commentators' expectations. James Carville, possibly the scariest face on television, is smirking and Juan Williams is pontificating and TBG has My Favorite Year on the tube.
It's a no-brainer. I'm going with Benjy Stone and Alan Swan.
There are some movies that every person in my family will sit and watch at any time of the day or night, no matter the mood or the weather or the astrological sign. Late Saturday night found us providing our own audio accompaniment to Cool Runnings. The absolutely normal things make me so very very happy.
Happy New Year, once again, to you all. May it make you as happy as I plan for it to make me
(That is one of those sentences to which my children reply,"Mom, we love you. You make no sense, but we love you. )