Today is my birthday. We’ll not discuss which birthday – well, maybe we won’t discuss which birthday. I have a tendency to say I’m not going to tell something about myself, and then I manage to blurt it out anyway. I can keep your secrets – not so good at keeping mine. My Facebook friends and local friends, my kids, my husband, have sent lovely birthday wishes my way. I am happy for that. It’s nice to be thought of, isn’t it?
Yesterday, the big furry girls and I headed in to town early in the day. They went in for scrubbing and polishing, and I went in to do some shopping and get my body massaged. Because we deserve it! Loreal has told me so. It turned out The Gracious One and her husband were in town too, so midway through the day and the errands, just after my heavenly rubdown, we met for lunch. A very nice lunch at that. I was happy with the day, but judging by the greeting I got when I picked the girls up, I think they are not as enthused about scrubbing and polishing as I am.
Things that go through my head – miscellaneous, random things. You know, the kind of things that may or may not make sense. Sometimes they linger long enough for me to put them down on paper. Sometimes they do not, but based on the theory that they’re still in there somewhere, I start these conversations, then stumble around to find words to enable me to call it a conversation. It seems those random thoughts have escaped captivity.
So I’ll extend an apology to my bloggy buddies – I have somehow gotten behind in reading blogs again. I don’t know how it is I keep doing that. Inefficient useage of my time, I think it is. I’m going to work on retraining myself to use my time better – there are things that need to be done, but more importantly there are creative endeavors I want to pursue, all of which are not happening. Why? Because I have become far too disorganized. I could make excuses, but that’s exactly what they’d be. Excuses.
I’ve told you before – I’ve become a music-related reality competition show addict. Dancing With the Stars just concluded their season, and I was happy with the results. Maybe in one of my next lives I’ll be gifted with grace and coordination and then I can dance. Or maybe I’ll be gifted with a voice that makes music sound good when it sings, rather than what I have – a voice that elicits the “don’t quit your day job” response. Now I am in the thick of XFactor – The Voice appeals less to me, I think because I think CeeLo is just too far out there, and Christina annoys the heck out of me. So it’s XFactor, because I can deal with Simon. Demi, I don’t know. Some of her comments have little to do with talent. Some of her comments center around her boredom, which sounds like a personal problem. Brittany – I like her better on this show that I have before, but it’s almost as if she’s afraid to say much. Or she just doesn’t have a lot going on in her head. LA is okay, although sometimes when he and Simon let their egos show it gets irritating. Oh well. The talent is interesting, but, as with American Idol, I’m not so sure about the results of the public voting. How is it that CeCe is still there and Paige is gone? For that matter, how is it that CeCe is still there, and several of the others are gone? And how can CeCe get more votes than Diamond?
I know, I know. I too remember when Sanjaya was on American Idol for a whole lot longer than his talent justified. I remember when the “cute” guys are the ones that have won, despite the fact that some who have rated below them have more talent. I guess it has to do with teeny boppers in the AI case – but CeCe? That has to be young guys voting, don’cha think?
Because I am posting this, these nonsense sentences of little to no real interest but I have a need to fill a void on my blog, I must add some photos. I have some in a folder here on this iPad taken in London, on the rainy morning I had there before I had to leave for the airport for my flight home after visiting Poland, that I think I will post here. There will be no descriptions, but you are welcome to ask questions if you like. Or ignore the photos, or enjoy them. It’s all up to you, you know. Because, with a little help from my friends, I have mastered the gallery/slideshow thing, you can click on any photo to start a slideshow.
If you’ve come this far, I may as well confess now. Today I am 71. Oh dear. I think I’d better go rest a bit.