Donna Louise here sighing with relief that today is the last day of 2012. What a year for me, and for those of you I know or only know through the blogosphere. We are survivors which makes me want to break into a rousing version of “I Will Survive” (for the video, which I can’t link to, go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBR2G-il3-l and watch Miss Gloria Gaynor sing it, but I’ll spare you my singing this early in the morning. For those of you not feeling perky this morning, check out this version of the song at (another link I couldn’t make) at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mdc3o7wOwNA and have a laugh. You’ll have to cut and paste both links, but I think it’s worth the effort.
Today is my last day of work at the retail store. I had Mikey and Lysistrata over for dinner and served them Cornish hens for dinner. A trip to the grocery store netted me another hen so we all had our own. I marinated them in some spices based on a recipe from a friend of my BBFF. To accompany the hens, I roasted root vegetables and potatoes. We had peanut brittle for dessert.
Someone asked me if I was making New Year’s Resolutions. I’m not. I don’t like to start the new year under the burden of meeting performance expectations. No surer way exists to guarantee failure than a bunch of things I WILL do beginning January 1, 2013. Besides every day is the first day of the rest of my life so I have a new year every morning. I’ll wait until later in the month of January to see if there’s anything I want to do differently with my life and then do it. At least I won’t already have a blemish on the year because of failed New Year’s Resolutions.
The weather people say we will have snow this morning. Actually they’ve predicted rain and sleet and then snow with an accumulation of 1-4 inches. A break in the storm will give us all a chance to slide around on the slick streets followed by more snow tonight.
Talk about a job with failure built in. Those weather people must carry a heavy burden of guilt over their consistent inability to accurately predict the weather. It would take a special person to be a weather forecaster. Perhaps that’s why so many of the weathermen are gay, or so I hear from my gay sources.
That’s progress in a way. Gay men used to be hairdressers and ballet dancers, but now they have taken over the world of weather forecasters. At least the faulty weather predictions have a sense of drama about them now. (NOTE: Before all the weather people send me hateful messages about them being gay, just let me say that not all weather people are gay or lesbian or bisexual. I hope that makes everyone happy.)
Got to run. It’s almost 6 a.m. and I’ve got some major work to do on myself before I go public this morning.
Happy New Year, everyone. May the new year bring you much happiness, prosperity, health and accurate weather forecasts. Love, Kisses and Hugs, Donna Louise.