Stuff

So did you watch the Olympic Opening Ceremonies last night?
We did.
Wasn't it exciting?
To continue in my cynical vein, I just kept making snarky remarks. I couldn't help it. Especially when the commercials came on. Have you noticed how a main theme in TV commercials these days is how whatever product (from chocolate to Chevys) serves to "bring people together"? Do we really need to be brought together so much? Are we all suffering from a huge lack of togetherness? Will Hershey's Chocolate and Chevrolets do the trick?
Maybe. I don't know.

Didn't the queen look amazingly proud and happy?
NO SHE DID NOT! Bless her old heart. Jesus. Let the poor woman go home and take her bra off and have a cup of tea and a snuggle with her corgis. She deserves that.

But it is heart-warming to see all those beautiful athletes from around the world, from countries I'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF (which means nothing, I know) coming together to compete in the spirit of...uh...competition? Yes. Yes it is. 

I thought almost all of the uniforms looked cheesy. And why did Ralph Lauren make our athletes wear berets? Did I miss a major beret fashion thing? I have no problem with the fact that our uniforms were made in China. I mean, that is the most American thing you can do- have the Chinese make our things- but the berets? Clearly I've been out of the fashion loop too long.
To me, berets say, "Girl Scouts!" they say, "French Person!" they say, "Australian Person!"
Somehow they just don't say "American Athlete!" to me but whatever. They were jaunty!

And what was the deal with David Beckham? Dude left the British Isles to come to America to make the big bucks and star in underwear ads.

Oh well.

Okay. Sir Paul. Bless his heart too. He needs to quit dying his hair. He never was my favorite Beatle but he was a Beatle. AND WHERE WAS RINGO? That's what I want to know. Where the fuck was Ringo?

Okay. I'm done talking about the Olympics now. Except for one thing- when did BADMINTON become an Olympic event?

So I opened the paper this morning and wouldn't you know there's an entire article about the power of prayer being miraculous in helping to heal a little local girl who had a head injury resulting from a fall off a horse? It was like a Divine Answer to my last night's post. They're claiming that it's a miracle that she's alive and all due to prayer.
Of course, there's been a little bit of medical intervention, too. But you know, it was the PRAYER that kept her alive.
Well, honestly, it's awesome that her family had prayer to lean on during such a horrible, frightening time. I get that. And who knows? Not me.

So it's my birthday. I just talked to Owen on the phone. "Happy Birthday!" he said. Then he told me I need a cake and candles and balloons. Hmmmmm....
Mr. Moon keeps asking me what kind of a cake I want. He has made me several birthday cakes over the years and they've all been fantastic. But it takes him like eight hours and seriously? I don't want a cake. I can actually tell that I've lost some weight in the past few weeks and I like that. As I told Lily, my Very Fat Clothes are fitting a lot better. I haven't been eating much sugar or refined flour and I'm not insane- I know that a piece of cake wouldn't undo all my good work. It's just...eh. Whatever. Cake.
Now quite frankly, if someone around here had some bacon and cooked it, I would eat that.
But there is no bacon. Which is fine.

We're all going to go to the local restaurant tonight where the Cicada Ladies are having their CD release party and it's going to be insane. I hear that the restaurant is about as big as a postage stamp and the paper just did a huge, big review of it and Darling Kati has been writing in the paper about our beloved Cicada Ladies and this party and I just hope we can find a seat, much less a meal. You have no idea how many people love these Ladies.

And I've gotten about five thousand Facebook birthday messages, many of them from people I actually KNOW! and Lon and Lis called and sang Happy Birthday to me and you know that made me smile and cry at the same time. Lily and the boys might come out and May's called me and it's looking to be a nice day. I've had way too much coffee but I feel okay. A little manic, but okay.
Perhaps when the caffeine wears off, I'll go back to bed and take a nap because I am not entirely well. Maybe I'll paint my toenails.

Maybe.

Let's all have a good day.

Love...Ms. Moon