Have you seen Drew Carey lately? Wow, what an inspiration. I read his interview in Parade this morning. I’ve had this discussion with many people: how and when do you decide that enough is enough, and you’re endangering your health, and a change needs to happen before it’s too late? It took Carey’s inability to keep up with his son to remind him that if he didn’t change his ways, he wasn’t “going to see him graduate high school.”

Whatever it takes, right?

I just wish Lindsay Lohan would get an “a-ha” moment like that.

So today is Jake’s birthday party. Big three-year-old takes the stage at 11 a.m. Mavis and I are going out to help with the set-up. Should be a grand time!

FO

Random Neuron Firings

For the forty-first time since February of 2008, I wonder about stuff. Between RNFs and the “Various & Sundry” category (27 posts there), I conclude that I think far too much about random things. Somewhere, someone’s done a study, the results of which indicate that random daydreaming prolongs life, removes bunions, reduces fever, replaces bone calcium, and reverses the effects of male pattern baldness.

Somewhere.

A few days ago, I was honored with a request from our guidance counselor to be a featured speaker on Career Day at the high school in December. I will address a group of 8th-10th graders who have expressed an interest in writing. First thing I will tell them: don’t wait until you’re 48 years old to start blogging every day to hone your skills.

The egg guy testified in court yesterday, assuring the panel that his company would make “sweeping biosecurity and food safety changes” following the massive recall. Nice, but does this include improving the living conditions for the poor hens? If not, I reject you. I declare you excommunicate and anathema.

We just might pull this show together in 43 days.

Do you have random thoughts to share? I covet them. Take a moment and let your fingers do the talking. I will respond with something equally bizarre.

It is now 6 a.m., and I haven’t showered or made my lunch yet. Do I care? Nope. But my boss might, so ….

Fink out.

Sing it, Bette Midler. And a fabulous one is staying with us at the Fink house this very moment. Last night, most excellent fiend BoomR arrived and we spent the evening eating, laughing, catching up, and doing awesomely awesome geeky stuff like installing software and talking about what all I’ll be able to do with Logic Studio and Band-in-a-Box. It is going to be absolutely ding-dong-daddy fantastic.

BoomR and I met back in the 80s. We’ve made a lot of music together. We won a contest, recorded an album, formed a band, rocked out, swung, and pretty much had a ball. He watched Seamus and Lars go from babies to pre-teenagers. We went through some bad times together, and were there for each other. Then situations pulled us apart geographically, and we lost touch. I really don’t know how that happens; it just does, even to the best of friends. Fast-forward almost twenty years, and we reunited on email or Facebook — can’t remember which. Anyway, it’s like we were never apart. Have you experienced that with people in your life? It’s indescribable.

So. Boom Boom and I are spending the day at my classroom, training in Logic Studio. Photographs will be provided. I’ve made the morning coffee, our lunch for today, and the chili for tonight’s feast, and Mavis is doing her usual magic by getting everything ready by the time the family get here at 6. Thumbs up.

So enjoy your Saturn Day, my fiends. I know I will. Smell ya later.

AKA Facebook Made Me Do It.

Last night, I came home from a particularly demanding two-hour dance rehearsal and ended up yapping on Facebook instead of assembling my research for this morning’s intended post (see yesterday’s entry). I really hate admitting that other “things” are getting in the way of my precious RtB time, but the big weekend is starting to close in on me. There is much to do. It was close to 9 p.m. when I got home, and after chatting with the Thriller for a bit, I parked my bad self at the box and didn’t move for almost an hour. Now I am behind the proverbial 8-ball.

Mavis…..HELLLLLLP!

But I really shouldn’t complain, so I won’t. BoomR arrives tomorrow night, and we’re spending all day Saturday in my classroom, where he is going to train me on Logic Studio. I’ve been waiting for this for months — exciting! And tonight, Mavis and I are cooking/baking up a storm (she just doesn’t know how much yet, heh), and Justin and Jake are coming to visit for a bit as well. All that after I get some shaggy hair chopped off my head. Some last-minute cleaning will round out the night, and then it’s off to school for one more day before the weekend kicks in. So no complaining here.

Rather, I would just like a few more hours in the day.

FO