Monthly Archives: February 2007


Arcade Fire Live! Rebellion (lies) on Letterman (not sure of the date)

One more in case you haven’t made up your mind…


Since I missed them (I did!) on SNL, this is for me as much as it is for you. I hope you like.


It occurred to me as I was drifting off to sleep last night that Mondays have accounted for over seven years of my life.  That’s a long, long time.


I’m getting antsy. Right now the wind is howling outside, the temperature has dropped and it’s snowing. I’m crossing my fingers for better weather for Ju’s trip here tomorrow.

Work has been crazy this week. They’ve been doing test runs (no need for you to understand and I don’t have time to explain) which has added a bit of stress to the mix… of new people being trained, supervisor off sick, just a bunch of out-of-the-ordinary stuff to make the week seem longer. Those beautiful days when the sun actually came out and melted snow seem long gone already. So tomorrow I’m wearing my imaginary TGIF shirt. And a big smile.

Nothing interesting to say, I just wanted to use my Pretty New Blog.


The JuJu Clan is planning a visit for the weekend.  I am soooo in the mood for kissing and hugging and playing.  That’s all I can think aboot.

Andrew and I are going to dance.  Madeline and I may dance, but we’re also going to do little girlie things like put jewelry on and giggle. Maybe a bubble bath too.  Julian and PD and I are going to watch Open Season and sing Paul Westerberg songs.  JuJu and I are going to do all that Mother/Daughter fun stuff.  I’m cooking for Mr. JuJu’s birthday (sssshhh)  and we’ll discuss some music and books probly and I’m going to have a great weekend.  Don’t let it snow.


Any of you who have been reading me for awhile, probly remember that last year when I turned fifty I was disgustingly smug and all happy and shit.  Am I right?  Well, nearing the big Five One in less than a month, I’m looking back over this past year and I’m a-shakin’ my head.  Firstly, at the incredulousness of the speed with which the year has flown.  Translation: I can’t believe 50 is almost over.  I still feel like fifty is great, don’t get me wrong.  I love the way my mind has, for lack of a better word, reshaped itself.  My whole way of thinking has changed and mostly for the better.  There is a kind of mental house-cleaning that happens and helps to prioritize “things.”  Things like how unimportant make-up is most of the time.  Things like, it’s ok to wear sweatpants to the grocery store.  Things like what I think is more important than what most anyone else thinks.  It’s ok to look silly as long as I’m having fun.  And when just aboot everyone is younger than you, you can get away with more.  If someone questions you or calls you on it, you just give them a look and nine times out of ten they’ll back off, simply because you’re old. Yeah, so you have to put up with twits calling you “Ma’am,” and people asking you if you want the senior discount, stuff like that.  But all in all, it’s better than I expected.

I wrote a Firstly up there.  That seems to allude to a Secondly but I’ll be damned if I can remember what I was thinking. What I had originally planned to talk aboot is this weird thing that’s been happening.  I don’t know if it’s normal or not.  Please ask your mothers and get back to me…

It’s this… One day I’m all confident and feeling like I’ve really done some great things and I’m on track and everything is hunky dory. And maybe I’ll feel like that for ten, twelve, maybe even nineteen days in a row.  Then all of a sudden I’ll wake up one morning and think, “Holy crap, what am I doing and when the hell am I going to get anywhere?  I’m not getting any younger.  Time to get a plan, lady.” Then all that day I’ll be all concerned and try to figure out what I’m doing wrong.  A couple of days might go by and then I’m fine.  WTF?

I’m not really looking to you guys for answers here, mostly because not one of you is a fifty plus-year-old woman. I just needed to get that out.  Of course though, if your mom has any insight… 

I’m just blaming it on hormones at this point.  Blessed, chaotic hormones. Damn them all to hell.  I’ll be fine in fourteen minutes.  Or two hours.  Or three days, 5 hours and 23 minutes.  Who knows?  I thought of getting one of those mood meter things for on my sidebar but, a) you know me and b) I wouldn’t have time to keep changing the thing.  Oh, and c) I don’t think they make them for senior citizens grown-ups.  But I’m not a grown-up.  Screw it. 

I’m fine now 🙂


Okay, so here’s my first attempt at uploading a photo here on my Pretty New Blog.  If it’s there, great, if not, que sera sera.  Par for my course.  At any rate, I wanted to share it cause it made me laugh.  I Googled “winter storm”.  The reason will be evident as you read the rest of my post, but this is one of the images that came up.  It’s John Travolta combing his hair in front of the mirror from Saturday Night Fever.  wtf???

PD and I had a lovely evening.  We went out for dinner to celebrate our 17th First Date Anniversary.  We went to a place we like, aboot a half an hour from home.  Just aboot every year, we get some weird ass weather on this night that makes for some interesting travel.  Last night was no exception.  While we were enjoying our Chicken Romano (me) and our Chicken-stuffed-with-crabmeat which was covered in yummy garlic and wine sauce and scallops which I forget the name of (PD) and broasted red potatoes and baby carrots with a side of angelhair pasta in marinara sauce with a yummy salad and to-die-for Italian bread and a couple of Augustiner draughts, it had started to snow like a sonovabitch outside.  So of course, the ride home took forever and my arms were tired from white-knuckling the steering wheel and clenching my teeth for an hour.  In all actuality, it wasn’t that bad. I’m embellishing for effect…  But the food was way worth taking our lives in our my hands.  😉

Later last night I got some awesome news, via the right-before-commercial-break announcement on SNL.  Are you ready for this???  Next week’s musical guest is none other than one of my all-time favorite bands, ARCADE FIRE.  I’ve never seen them perform, live or otherwise, so I am thrilled to pieces.  Many, many pieces.  Enough so that each of you can have a bit and there will still be some left over. Yes, I am that thrilled.  So don’t y’all be callin’ me or showin’ up at my door next Saturday night between 11:30 and 1 am.  I will be bizzy.

Going to sign off now and get all pissed off when I see that the photo didn’t show up. Don’t worry, I’ll get over it.


I have an issue here that I totally didn’t anticipate. It has come to my attention that two of my very favorite people, and hopefully not more, are not able to access this New Pretty Blog. I’m devastated. TC and Mark commented on my old site saying they couldn’t get here. I was going to write a short post for them there but of course fucking Blogger wouldn’t let me on. Which has prompted me to think this: since I have a new blog here, why don’t I go back over there, choose the update option and see what happens? Of course, that would appear/feel like I was folding under pressure. And omg, we can’t have that! *wink wink* And it would be a pain in the butt for you guys, having changed your whateverthosethingsarecalled. Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking out loud. Man, I hate computers. Just keep coming here. Those of you who are able. And if any bouncers give you a hard time, Natalie will tell you what to do.

Hey, did you hear aboot the German lady who was para-sailing or hang-gliding or whatever you call that and the air current took her up like 32,000 feet? Holy crap, she’s lucky.

I have news to share that makes me rilly rilly proud. My handsome, talented, smart and oh-so-funny son, Michael has won the President’s Award for Customer Satisfaction at his place of employment. He is an IT specialist. And obviously, very good at it. Cool, huh?  (by “President’s“, I don’t mean THE Big Dumb Guy.)

I’m whooped. Goodnight.


I am just about to the point of pulling out hair.  Don’t squirm, I meant mine.  Is there something going on with the internet today that no one bothered to warn me aboot?  (Notice I did not capitalize the I in internet, I’m vengeful like that… )  Came here at 6am, the computer wanted my password for Windows.  WTF.  Needless to say, I left for work and let poor PD deal with that.  Besides locking myself out of my running, radio-blaring, purse- and coffee mug-containing car on a day with temperatures lurking in the single digits, I came home to find that my server was too busy to let me into my mail.  When I was answering comments here on My New Pretty Blog, every time I would type an apostrophe, a search box would materialize magically at the bottom of the screen and the remainder of my text post-apostrophe would end up in the box.  I’m like WTF.  Anyway. I got through most of my blog reading without too much of a hassle.  Or apostrophes. (apostrophi?)

So before anything else goes kerphlooey (take that, spellchecker, you bitch!) I’m getting out of here.

Oh yeah, poor Natalie can’t comment here. I need to remedy that PRONTO.  Any and all help would be appreciated.  By me AND her.  I also NEED a Preview button.  And a facial and a remote starter for my car.

Are you noticing all those gorgeous people in “my” flickr?  I’m glad the weekend is coming so I’ll have time to play around here.  I might be whining alot, but I actually do like it here.

Now I am going to go fill my face with some crabmeat wantons and chicken mooshu.  Rawr.  Monosodium glutamate always calms me…


I’m all into getting comfortable in this new arena and getting ready to tell Blogger to kiss my lily white goodbye. Thing is, I gotta get back into Blogger one more time to post a link to get you all here. Please be patient while I get my new digs all pretty and organized.

For now I’m just going to say Happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you’ll come back to see what I have to say next time…