Category Archives: Random Neuron Firings

Much ado

…about too many things.

I tend to get tunnel vision when I have too much going on (teaching, musical rehearsals, orchestra stuff, writing papers at night, worrying about this and that thing going wrong, money, when am I going to see the kids, how much longer is the MFR going to hold out, etc.) that I fail to smell the roses; to see the bright side of life. (Greg, I forbid you to burst into song here.) I mean, really…

How many people really like their job? I do.

How many people actually like (as well as love) everyone in their family? I do.

How many people have all the necessities of life, and a ton of nice extras — and still complain? I do.

If you’re reading this, you have an internet connection, and likely a computer or two in your house. Or, you have the wherewithal to own a data plan on your phone, or at least get to a library or cafe to connect. That’s a good thing. Count yourself fortunate in this world.

I saw on PK’s Facebook yesterday that she had filled out a bucket list: a list of things you’ve done or want to do before you die. I challenge all Finkites today to come up with a “Roses List” — a list of a couple-three-four things that you’re amazingly grateful for, and that you might even take for granted. You just need to smell some roses today. We all do.

So, I covet your articulate and compendious replies. Kody, you can even be grateful for pro wrestling. Schmink can be thankful for pocket lint and plastic lids (cuz that’s the kinda guy you are). It’s all good.

Late for the shower — but that’s, like, totally fine.

:P

Fink the Flower Child

RNF, Football Edition

Random Neuron Firings

My high school football team needs a win this Friday. A shot of morale always does a body good. The coach is a stand-up guy, and the kids work hard. Go Trojans!

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Eric Mangini is still monkeying around and not announcing his choice for quarterback for the opening game, much to the distraction of the players, and the eternal annoyance of the fans.

Ya know…I wonder. I read somewhere that his indecision makes it appear as if he doesn’t like either guy, which can’t do a whole lot for morale in the locker room or on the field or in the front office. What’s the holdup? Why can’t you pick one? Everyone with a brain knows Quinn has less streakiness and more athleticism; pick him, fuh cripesake. Quit foolin around. Everyone thinks you’re a chump who actually believes he’s fooling the Vikings.

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I hate the St****rs. I mean, I really do. I hate Ben Roehtheeslehbklejhgwlehtkbeener, and I don’t even know him. He could be the Lord come to town on a pony and I wouldn’t care. As long as he wears the absolute undisputed butt-ugliest uniform ever foisted upon a team in the history of pro sports, I hate him.

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Speaking of ugly uniforms — Oregon wins the Olympic gold medal.

Ooo, those duck feathers are scaaaaaaaary...Well, we had this extra fabric lying around, and...

Sorry guys, but the UniRoyal tire-tread look doesn't exactly scream "champion."

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Peyton Manning is a really good actor. Seriously.

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Peyton Manning’s brother is a really rich man. Seriously.

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PS – The Slap Chop really works. Seriously.

PPS – HAPPY BIRTHDAY (a day late) to RtB fiends Bando and Stein! I remember my twenties. Um, wait…no I don’t. (Love to you both!)

FO

Photo credits: Getty Images; Sports Illustrated

Party of the (half) century

Well I must say…I don’t know if I could have handled any more fantastic surprises. There aren’t enough superlatives to describe my ultra-fab birthday party last night, so I won’t try.

Surprise guests kept arriving — I was blown away! Here are some mementos:

The mastermind, who went through my cell phone address book and invited every name he recognized

Displayed after I went in the house. Sneaky.

Special fiends Adam and Bando

Fun people

We had lots of laughs. More RtB fiends identified here.

Yessssss

BOB, YA NUTJOB! IT'S A GPS! A GARMIN!

The most amazing surprise of all: BoomR shows up from Dallas

I have too many photos (Jane is bringing some more over — I hope I can find some of RD and Bonnie) and not near enough time and space to show them all this morning. Suffice it to say that I have an incredible family and fantabulicious friends — all more than I could ask for or deserve.

OK. I’m off to BFF Kay’s house for tea, then call up Lars & Helen for coffee…then I write a paper. Lovely.

Thank you again to everyone — what a crazy fantastic night!

FiftyFink

Crabby.

I admit, I am off my feed today. I don’t know why. Usually, I’m pretty much an “up” type person. Always something nice to say, you know? So why so serious? I mean, it’s Finkday, fuh cryin out loud. My birthday feast is tomorrow. All things in my life are good (except for that 71-page reading assignment). Hmmm. Let’s see here. What’s bugging me this morning?

  • My high school singers are successfully plowing their way through Mozart and (Michael) Haydn, while struggling hopelessly with 8 measures of a standard SATB arrangement of “O Christmas Tree.” Somebody explain this to me.
  • Last night, I read a tragic, heartbreaking story about a former hero of mine: Bernie Kosar.
  • This cold is making me mad — like my being mad about it is going to make it go away. As if.
  • BFF Kay is leaving in a week. She’ll be gone till November.
  • When I’ve got a cold, I crave comfort food. I have visions of macaroni & cheese, pancakes, cinnamon toast, cheesy scrambled eggs, fettucine Alfredo, and warm chocolate cake with extra, extra frosting, all dancing in my head. Rats.

But hey, look at the bright side.

  • My high school choir loves to sing Mozart and Haydn. I’ll take that over “Tannenbaum” any day.
  • Bernie says he will pull through this, like thousands of other people who go through hard times. I think he’ll do it.
  • BFF Kay will be back in November — just in time for opening night of Bye Bye Birdie.
  • I will go to bed tonight knowing I’ll feel better tomorrow having not eaten fettucine Alfredo.

And, Bando got me this for my birthday. Oh, yeah.

:-)

Happy weekend!

FussyFink

And so it begins – and ends.

Yep. This is it. It’s over.

Today I begin the last post-graduate class I will ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever take.

Ever.

Fourteen weeks from now, I will be done. Expect a hue and cry heard round the world. Come January, it will be the first time in three years that I will begin Dinner Theatre rehearsals without having to go home afterward and work for two hours. I won’t know how to handle myself.

I will be winding down just as the Thriller starts up. Nice to just proofread research papers instead of compose them. Huzzah. Can’t wait.

Here are some other things I can’t wait for. Notice how we always say, “I can’t wait.” Why is that? We have no choice but to wait. “I can’t wait for tomorrow!” Well, you have to. But I still like to say “I can’t wait” for stuff.

The “Can’t Wait” List


I can’t wait for:

  • this class to be over
  • BoomR’s visit in October (W0000ty hoo)
  • my cast members to learn their music (sidelong glance at Samuel & Meg)
  • today at 3:30 when Bando comes to visit
  • Saturday, when I will see the entire family for my birthday feast (yippity!)
  • this cold to get overwith — ick
  • my Saturday morning cluck with Mavis
  • my two vacations next summer: one to Florida and the other to Texas with the Thriller
  • this Sunday morning, when I will sleep in and generally act lazy

Everyone has a “can’t wait” list. What’s on yours? As always, I covet your….

Fink OUT the door