Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Some random summer thoughts

More vacation photos. This time from the Clarke family who headed down to Tampa/St. Pete. They also included photos from Lowry Park Zoo, a favorite spot of my own Little Man. They even had a photo of the very manatee who made me realize that manatees create a LOT of poop. Thanks for the memories!
Little Man, Baby Dent (the two year old's new name for herself), and I are headed to Florida tomorrow for the General Assembly of the Unitarian Universalist Association. My husband looked over the program and laughed in glee that he is not going. I gotta' say that the forecast is gloomy. I can only take so many conventions of any variety, and when the program looks a little dull, I wonder why I am spending the money. I always get something positive out of the experience. But on packing day, that's hard to remember. I will probably have to go next year, too, but for good reasons.
I have gotten a great company to help make some much needed UU items. They are going into production shortly and I will have them by SUUSI. I'll let you know more about them once everything is done. Next year I am encouraging the company to set up a booth at GA. That would mean I would need to go to facilitate that process. 3 GA's in a row is a bit much for me and Salt Lake???
Or maybe I am just fussy. Last night may have been my last opportunity to drink alcohol for several years (or forever, but I don't feel the need to think THAT far ahead.) I see the doc today to pick up my big gun meds. One of the choices is a med which insists that you partake of ZERO alcohol because of the liver risks. I'll know in a few hours. Just in case, I drank my favorite champagne with my mom, and a sampler of delicious beers. Some of my buds accompanied me and told me their favorite dirty jokes because they said I won't find them funny in the future. Bad news, boys. They weren't funny with alcohol either.
In my blog-o-stream of consciousness, let's raise a toast to George Carlin who died too young. One of my buddies sent me this quintessential Carlin quote:
"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…and you finish off as an orgasm!"
Godspeed, George!


Little Warrior's Mom said...

Next year -- Salt Lake City! Good Lord Willin' and the creek don't rise ...

(Of course, the metaphysical aspects of you and me finally meeting do cause concern. Will their be a rift in the space/time continuum? Will we discover that one of us is the other's doppleganger?)

Lizard Eater

Anonymous said...

I am already where you are and it is not so bad- meds- no alcohol, illness- no alcohol, stomach pain- no alcohol. But beer does taste good and non-alcoholic beer has got to get better. You do become acutely aware of the amount of drinking that goes on around you. Enjoy it while you can and feel better when you stop.