Happy Birthday to Me!

And an odd day it's been; bittersweet, even cranky. I'm finally getting down to work tomorrow (almost today) and none too soon; I'll be sore for a while but that was partly sorted by a change of medication at the doctor today - the rest will have to sort itself the old-fashioned way; by going through it since there's no way around.

It's also my birthday today, Happy 55th!

Mom made me a birthday brownie, took me out for Chinese... which came with it's own surprise... 

tomato bunnies! She also bought me classic red roses.

The kidling and I spoke on the phone, but she is still a thousand miles away. That seems very far today.

Have also been pondering other thisses and thatses; like the fact that both my father and Two Bear were very much into things like numerology and how they would be lecturing me about the transition from a nine year to a one year as I move from being 54 to 55. For once in my life, oddly enough, they'd be quite gratified by how my life is closing one chapter and beginning another just like the numbers predict.

Tomorrow - today now - is a huge step; proving to myself and others that I can get a job (and I'll damn well keep it too). If my pride causes me to over-reach, what of it? At least I'll have regained some self-respect and it's nobody else's circus or monkeys.

I'm not cranky with, or at, any of my blog friends; have just spent too much time thinking and analyzing of late. My head will empty and I'll demonstrate my usual shallowness soon, I promise. In the meantime, enjoy a little beauty in miniature:

Bah Humbug

I'm thoroughly sick of being sick... that's all for today, other than a photo of the kidling after her latest hair-styling session. I rather like the look. 

Until Tomorrow

That's how long I'm putting off posting my story... The tremors have been particularly pernicious for a couple of days; pushing a share or like button is do-able, but extended typing is not. Still, have figured out what's causing it and all should be rectified in a few hours. In the meantime, wouldn't life be lovely if we could adopt her philosophy?

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Methinks this is a good time to re-post this video about Essential Tremor: (By the by, not shilling for donations by posting this video, just showing what it can be like.)

Snow Daze

You'd think, dependent as we Americans are on the automobile, we'd be good drivers, yes? Nay, not so. This video shows the result of 3 inches, 7.62 centimetres, of snow on a major interstate. The 50 vehicle smash happened next to the family farm . . . this is not my video however; we knew better than to be on the roads after seeing this: (Scroll down for vid.)

Is it unreasonably cranky for me to suggest that too many drivers must have gotten their licence from a Cracker Jack box? Or that remedial driving school should be considered?

Meanwhile, In Michigan..

Children are dying or suffering permanent brain damage because Michigan's governor, Rick Snyder, wanted to save 15% on the water bill. Whilst a government official wanting to save money is a wonderment to all, doing so at the cost of children's lives and futures is not on according to The Cranky. One would think that eliminating this crisis and beginning the support and care of the children (and their families) who have been affected by lead poisoning would be of the highest priority... nay, not so!

Instead, the head clown and his cohorts (Head Clown)

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have opted to take on the immensely important issue of... wait for it... making anal and oral sex between consenting adults illegal. One wonders, but not too much, how they intend to catch perpetrators 'in on the act'. It bothers me not one whit if they prefer to get their jollies with strictly procreative sex. Why? Because it's none of my damn business. Besides which, the thought of spying on them causes moi to shudder. A lot. By the same token, what hairless bipedal creatures capable of giving informed consent (i.e.: adult humans who are reasonably intelligent and are conscious and able to speak) decide to do with their bodies is not the business of government. The end. And if some Nosy Parker tries to mess in my bedroom business and survives the horror of seeing me naked, I fully intend to chop off their nose (s). 

Take that Mrs. Grundy!

Links to more information:

Flint Water Crisis Information

Sex Legislation

February Must Go!

As a month, February is the dirty bum of the calendar and, despite it's real length of 28 (or in the case of this year, 29) days, it's apparent length is approximately eternity. February is the month, at least here in the Northern Hemisphere, in which days which begin like this

often end like this... or worse.

Even the most pleasant and placid of people get antsy whilst others get irritable; I myself become entirely irascible... Unfortunately, rather than quaking with a deeply satisfying fear, most folks tend to find my irascibility entertaining. This I find really quite disappointing, even dismaying.

January one expects to be a foul month and so one is prepared for it; March is busy rushing around roaring like a lion and gives us the Ides of March (the 15th) with it's history of assassination and sacrifice. We know to beware of March and it's false hints of spring. February? It promises sweetness and silliness with Valentine's Day and Leap Year but what it really delivers is overly commercial, saccharine and pretty much dull and boring.

I think I shall write my congressman and suggest he introduce a bill to rename February. Arse would be an appropriate substitute. Then I'll suggest we opt to wipe Arse from the calendar.

And now for some appropriately NSFW music sto 'borrowed' from Deborah, the bee seeker.