Lovefest

I love my artistic friends. I love all of my friends, for each have a special and unique view of life which usually always melds with mine in some form or fashion. I love my artistic friends for, as much as I would love to be like them, I have not an artistic bone in my body. I feel as if I was put on this earth to vouch for their wonderfulness and their creativity. I channel through them and it makes me happy. It makes me smile. It makes be belong with them. I am the unofficial PR person for each and everyone....the painters, the bloggers, the writers....they all KNOW who they are and they are all indeed special and unique.

Snow...Is it what's it's cracked up to be?

OK, the weather person starts 5 days out to tell you, in a most alarming way, "Snow will be heading our way, do you have the milk and bread you need...it's huge, it's really huge....more details after these messages." After some 14 minutes of waiting for the details, I simply change the channel. One, I know they aren't quite sure what the hell is going on with the weather, but two, I cannot, will not, sit through the commercials, only to be disappointed, yet again.

I can be disappointed any day of the week, I don't need it from virtual strangers. OK, we see them everyday and feel like me MUST know them, but in fact, we do not and they will probably lie to you...right on camera. It's a journalism fact of life. Let's face it, we all, even as adults, love the fact a little bad weather could indeed, keep us from our daily grind. Yes, it's only one day, but, God, does it feel good...a little mental health day coming your way. Kids love it, adults love it, it's just a good thing. All of us at one point or another, love a "free" day off, without retribution.

Now, the downside to all of this anticipation is this. Odds are, this weather curse comes on Thursday nights or Sunday nights...thus, creating a horrible decision factor which ultimately spoils the old "free" day off.

Here's the scenario: Thursday night, arrive at home with the possibility of a slight snow shower. Could be just enough to warrant the next day, Friday, off...thus, creating the loving three-day weekend. Nature has a really crappie way of not delivering these promises. You wake with a start at 3:40AM, rush to the window, already wide-eyed, only to see NOTHING....no rain, no sleet, no frozen precipitation, zip, nada...crap!

Mother Nature has just let you down again, not to speak of the local, believable meteorologists on your beloved channel for news. They lied, plain and simple. If I had their telephone number, I would call them, then and there.....and give them what for. There...take that.

The next worse scenario is awaking with a start at 4:57AM, only 30 more minutes anyway. There is snow, there is a bit of ice (dangerous stuff, cannot possibly drive in that), there is a high possibility you won't have to trudge in. But wait, Mother Nature sweeps in again and guess what, 7:27AM and the temps have risen to 65 and not a cloud in the sky...what the?

The worst is snow covered lawns, cars, driveways (mine's extremely steep...helps with trying to get out, if you get my snow drift).....then everyone in the office calls each other for the next 2 hours...do we go, do we not? What are you going to do....no, I asked you first what are you going to do? It is endless, it is not fruitful, everyone is wide-awake...what is the point???? It is a great source of disappointment..........Until.........

Yes, the moment has arrived. I am currently watching the most beautiful snow I have seen in some time. We don't get snow around these parts, so when we do, it is special. Work or not, I love to see it and hear it. As much as it is quiet, I can hear it fall and love it's stillness.......even if I have to work tomorrow, who cares, I made it to another beautiful, snowy evening and for that, I am happy. It really doesn't take much for me. I am glad.

Fantasy Football.....well, not really.....

OK....I am regularly treated to overhearing conversations at work, predominately from men, about Fantasy Football. While I get the general gist of it, I could really care less in the bottom line. The latest conversation did perk my ears up when I overheard someone discussing their players and who they played with and who those chose to leave out......how they performed, etc.

Then it hit me....(mind you, I'm usually a day late and a dollar short)....why not women having a Fantasy Fantasy Game in play? I can just hear the watercooler dribble now.......

"Well, last night, I put Russell Crowe into play, but he was really off his game, so I canned him and threw in George (yes, Clooney)......Whew..did that man score or not..not only did he have game, but baby, he played it!"

"Well, after reviewing the stats, I picked up Leonardo, but felt compelled to also choose Denzel.......I got Tom thrown in for free........none of them met my expectations........but, I'm still in the top % of winners....."

Hummm.....why not the ladies choose their Fantasy "Fantasy" Teams and a good time in their own rights..........it's easy, free and thinking and dreaming are both inexpensive.

It's like a tee-shirt a fellow had on one time......."Ladies Fufillment Center"........I was so taken aback.........who knew? I mean really.......WHO KNEW???? If I had known this, I would have jumped in the car and gone down there immediately to get myself some fufillment...........I just wish I had know how easy it was! I mean, even with gas prices..............

Shoes in Public Places

Ok...........I just cannot stand it a moment longer. In a world that is rapidly scaring me, I have to let go for a moment and ponder something truly important....Just exactly how do pairs of shoes end up on telephone and power lines at intersections? How does this phenomenon occur?

Is it a drunkened moment in time, in a dusty, worn out Ford Escort, full of acne-faced teens trying to be hip on a dare with one another? Is it actually full grown adults, possibly drunker than coots, letting go of their inhibitions and tossing their shoes to the wind? Are they using their shoes as their souls and asking the universe to answer them in life's quests? Is it an offering of sorts to the shoe gods?

Do these shoes represent one's life and their wishes to be free, but able to watch the world go by from above? Perhaps these shoes are not anything at all....but that, tired, worn out shoes needing a place to rest for shoe eternity. If these shoes indeed reprensent anything, are they replaceable? Does one have to replace them with like kind and quality or does one upgrade in hopes it keeps the shoe gods happy?

Understandably, I know this is not the most important issue in my life, nor anyone elses...I just can't seem to think there's more than meets the shoes....what if they really do have a sole....oops, soul and they're simply waiting for the re-souling of life?

Don't I wish it were that easy.................