Monday, December 27, 2010
Post Christmas Post
Ms. Moon is not at her sparkly best this morning although the day certainly is.
When I was coming back in from turning off all the water spigots and letting the chickens into the run and feeding the cat and getting the paper, I looked up to see the sun turning my bottles into jewels.
I can barely read the paper these days. We are getting a new governor and he looks like Lex Luther. Or maybe, as one blogger pointed out, Freddie Kruger.
In non-bizarro world he would be in prison but we here in Florida love our cheats and criminals and so, instead of jail, he's headed to the governor's office.
Every time we get a new governor, the first thing they want to do is dump on all the state workers which, if you know any state workers, you realize is already slave labor and how they think they can get private companies to provide the services which our state-slaves already provide for cheaper is beyond me.
I know a lot of state workers, one of them my son, and let me say that these people work their asses off for a ridiculously low amount of pay and then are vilified by the public and yes, the incoming governors for being lardbricks and whatever little insulting name some writer-dweeb comes up with.
It's going to be an interesting four years here. I read that Scott is having a hard time replacing all the state people he's fired with his own cronies because even the biggest positions don't pay squat compared to the private sector and besides that, they'd have to move to...ugh...Tallahassee.
His inauguration ball is going to feature heavily-weighted country music stars.
Yeah. I won't be attending.
So yes, there's that in the news these days and also there was the ninety-two year old woman who was beat up and put in a coma by some guy who obviously had some severe mental issues and she was left in her driveway, broken and bleeding.
So pretty much, I'd rather read blogs, although sometimes I do the crossword in the paper. That's fun.
But like I said, I'm not feeling great today. I did two things yesterday that I never, ever do and one of them was being outside in freezing temperatures for a long period of time and one of them was eating beef brisket and at three a.m. my stomach told me that eating beef brisket is something I should not do and it's still telling me that and I sort of feel like I've been hit all over with a flat, heavy board which may or may not be a result of the freezing temperatures.
Oh well, what the hell? I had big fun in the freezing temperatures and the brisket was delicious.
I need to hop on the exercycle and do a few miles and I'm going to go to town to take care of my boy this afternoon and I can't wait to see him. I wonder what new things he's learned in the past two days. Something, I can assure you.
And there's laundry and that tree is sitting in the Glen Den, waiting to be undressed and taken out. Mr. Moon took the trash yesterday and I asked him if he'd taken the tree down.
"That's your job," he said.
How do these things get assigned? I'd really like to know.
I won't find out by reading the newspaper, I feel certain.
Okay. Time to let the chickens out and feed them their scratch.
Christmas is over, New Year's is coming up. Do you have a plan? I don't. Well, I suppose I do.
Survive it. A martini may be involved.
Beef brisket will not.
Enjoy your day. Bundle up. It appears to be cold everywhere. Don't eat beef brisket. Scream in the woods. Read the newspaper. Or don't.
Happy Monday, y'all. If your sparkle is getting dull, try some glittery eye-shadow. It's probably on sale.