Some random musings on a funky, rainy, miserable Friday:

• I just found out that this little (OK, it’s not that little) overhang I have goin’ at the top of my jeans is now being referred to as a “muffintop“!  AGHH!  And there is some debate (evidently) over which is the greater clothing offense: muffintops or “whaletails“!!  Whaletails are when you can see the top of the thong over the top of the jeans in back.  In my case, that ain’t gonna happen. Me and thongs…uh uh. …

• My kid, my brilliant dog-grooming daughter, Birdpress, blogged yesterday about the “O” magazine (aka  The Oprah Magazine ). She and I agree that the magazine reeks of  hypocrisy  but I (hangs head in shame)  already bought the last issue so I felt beholden to read the danged thing in its entirety ’cause once in a while one of her writers (a room full of shit-slinging monkeys) actually says something pretty profound. I’m not saying that these writers have no talent. I’m saying some of them are shit-slinging monkeys.

          In the article entitled ” The Doubter’s Dilemma” I found this written by Elizabeth Streb, a choreographer: ” When I’m taking my last breath , I want to look at how I used up the best of myself. How much did I sweat, push, pull, rip, fall, hit, crash, explode? Maybe it has to do with being able to suffer discomfort in zones away from those I know- the mud zone, the ‘I don’t know’ zone. We’re given to planning for the future, but if you fully invest yourself in this half-second you’re in right now, the future will take care of itself. My dream is to be so well-used that in my last half-second, I just burst into dust.”

    I like that. I believe that’s my philosophy. I would add that we own and write our own destiny. That we get the opportunity to make a difference or not, to live life large or small. I want to live large.

• Tonight I treated my hungry self to something I’ve been craving: meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I made the meatloaf my standard way with lots of finely chopped onions, egg, breadcrumbs, Parmesan cheese, catsup, Worcestershire Sauce, salt, pepper, and of course, good lean ground beef. Not TOO lean. You need some fat in there for flavor! I made the mashed potatoes rather healthy by mixing the cooked potatoes with Campbell’s Condensed Chicken Broth rather than my usual cream and butter but they were oh, so good with steamed broccoli flavored with a tiny bit of olive oil and lemon.

• I opened a fun bottle of red wine while the meatloaf was cooking. It’s one D. and I found in Rochester,  a 2002 Feudo d’Elimi. This is a medium-bodied Sicilian red, lots of berry flavors, nice soft tannins. A very easy-drinking wine and the price is right at, are you ready? around $3.99 a bottle!    

• I’m loving my hoop dancing!

• I picked up a great CD for dancing with the hoop (see:http://trishatruly.wordpress.com/2008/05/05/one-more-addiction//)

                    “Buddha-Lounge 5“.

• Let me tell ya, a couple of glasses of that Sicilian red, this CD, and a hoop make for some fine pre-dinner entertainment when you and your man are three-and-a-half hours apart!  I got my exercise and had so much fun wiggling and swaying to the music! I don’t feel at all guilty about the meatloaf now!

•  I miss D. something awful. When I spoke with him tonight it was all I could do NOT to get in my car and drive to Rochester! He had a rough day. I wanted to just be there for him to rub his back, make soothing noises and help him forget the facts that  a.) his mother is probably never going to leave that nursing home,  b.)that work is gonna be difficult, and  c.) that we live so far apart. Long distance relationships are a LOT of work!

• Have a great weekend, my friends.

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