It's Sunday

How do I know this? Because at 4am, whilst trying to figure out what day it was, I remembered that my favourite music show comes on at 8 AM.

They have a request line and I wrote in this morning----

"Good Morning, Matt!

Can you play any one of these for me?

Evanescence: "My Immortal" - the slow version.

or

Anything off of "Dream of the Blue Turtles" from Sting (especially since the Police will start their tour and I'll be there with bells).

or

Anything from Leonard Cohen - Maybe "Suzanne" since that's my signature song

or

Anything mellow from Depeche Mode like "Waiting for the Night to Fall".

Most of these are "Old school" and probably Steve Craig would know them better, but all of them would qualify for your show. By the way, it's my new favourite, beating out Mr. Craig's "Retro" by a cat's whisker, only.

Thanks
S."

Apparently, if you win the request, you get a gift certificate for a jewelry store, but what the fuck would I do with jewelry? I should have told him to give the certificate to a homeless person - I can give no shit less.

I did something yesterday that I haven't done since I was three - I took an afternoon nap. Holy Christ. I did not know I could still do that. OH, and guess what else ---

IT IS "FIXIN'" TO R-A-I-N! Yup, my green house, cars, patio, and possibly my massive headache will be gone in a few minutes, but Mummy just told me it's fixin' to S-N-O-W in Maine. It's April - snowwwwwww????? I guess it's a matter of "pickin' your poison.

Speaking of poison, I'm so glad I didn't bet on the NCAA. I would have lost my ass, lunch, house, everything. The Master's gamble was bad enough, but Florida and Ohio State????? I hate them both. Florida beat Auburn out of the football contest and Ohio - well, that just is an armpit of a state. I really wanted Georgetown to go the distance, and THAT was a great game. The second one was crap. But, I will tell you, I would much rather watch the college boys play than the pros. They have true passion for the game. It's not about the duckies. It truly is about the love of the game.

You know what else I realized this morning? Two of the biggest sports tournaments (the NCAA finals and then the Master's tomorrow through next Sunday) are held in a state that doesn't sell alcohol on Sunday. I wonder how many tourists are at Kroger bitchin' their asses off because we are more backward than even ---- Ohio????

Speaking of game, I bought Daddy a basketball goal. I sent him a picture that I hope he will get before he leaves for his cruise. Speaking of game - Daddy has not lost his. Apparently, Delta canceled his flight to Miami, but after Daddy got off the phone with them, he now has another flight - first class. Please learn this lesson before I did - NEVER REALLY piss Daddy off. It would be like crossing Joe, which I would NEVER do.

Alas, I think the rain is coming. The barametric pressure is so low my head is splitting like an apple. Doc says no Sudafed until the BP goes down, but I'm going to cheat. I can't deal being the big PUSS that I am.

Oh, and David and I have come to the understanding that somehow I will get pregnant before my 40th birthday --- and somehow, I'll make sure at least one will be a girl. He only thinks he knows what parenting is all about. YOU raise a girl and YOU will find God ---- trust me, I know this much from personal experience and if you don't believe me all you have to do is ask my Daddy! David said she'd probably wind up being a lesbian, but that OK with me because she won't be a puss like yours truly.

Gotta go. I've got to find out how to get two good boys into the Coast Guard and into the Red Dog Unit of the Atlanta Police Department. I think it takes balls of steel to do both, so I will recommend them, but they aren't dying from pollen allergies, either. Oh, and I have to go fold some laundry - did I mention I was a PUSS?????