Morning dreaming

I want to win the lottery. I want to roll in cash. I want to enjoy looking at fine art and sculptures around my Mediterranean styled home. I want to drive around in luxury. I would be very generous, surely. I wouldn't mind bestowing lots of moolah on my relatives. Creating educational trust funds for all the new nieces and nephews. Writing a fat check to our church. Bequeathing an enormous amount of money to a worthy cause: Paying off all the parents' mortgages. Aww, hell. . .How about the siblings' mortgages, too!! While I am at it. . .Nana could use a new place. I think I want a commissioned painting of the whole family. Wouldn't that be nice?? The Rushing Family Scholarship at Belmont. Maybe a sweet little bench at Vanderbilt with our name on it. In the shade of a magnolia tree right over by the Divinity school.

The truth is. . .I do desire to do all this stuff for my family. . .But mostly. Right this minute, I want a housekeeper. What a crazy indulgence! It's not that I don't have the time to clean the house. I just don't like doing it. I know. That is a horrible thing for an unemployed woman to say, but its the gawd awful truth. Wish me luck on winning the lottery. I think that is the only way I'm gonna be able to justify a maid. Actually, wish me more luck on getting the house clean.

Tell me I am not a messy, dirty person. Go ahead.

Ahhhhhhhh, Thunderstorms!

I have always loved thunderstorms. I like the way they roll in. . and how you can hear them from a distance, rumble across the hill and dale. As children, my brother and I would sit on the tailgate of Dad's pickup truck and watch the clouds grow more and more ominous. The green leaves on the trees seemed to change color against the gray sky. As soon as it got nasty outside, we would go inside begrudgingly, and look thru the front window to see what damage the wind and rain would do. It should be no surprise that Jason ended up as a meteorologist.

Now as an adult, I still like storms. I like the low rumble and the ongoing crackling. The flashes of lightning that finger thru the edge of the blinds. The sound of rain against the window lulls me to sleep, only to be reawakened by the the sensation of a furry being nuzzling up underneath my pillow. No, Im not talking about Scott.

Reagan has never loved thunderstorms. In fact, I would go so far as to say she hates them. If by chance a line of severe weather were to move thru Waco during the day, she will hide in the closet or crawl up under my legs. But, if it is night time, she will jump up on the bed, creep underneath the covers and burrow her head between our pillows. She sometimes shakes a little, other times she just holds her breath and occasionally comes up for air. Its kinda sweet, if it weren't so pitiful. I swear I can hear her curse the doggie gods, wondering what she did to deserve such wrath.

Besides the discomfort it causes my dearest puppy, I still love the hear of the beep of the SuperDuperDOPPLER Tornado-meter come across the TV. My heart skips a beat, and I have to practice lamaze breathing. My season is coming!!! Sorry, Reagan.

Pet the puppy. And by "pet the puppy", I mean, "Affirm me".

Movie Buff

Ok, you guys know me well enough to suspect that I am NOT a moviephile like the rest of my family. Scott and Jeff and Rann could probably sit all day and give Harry Knowles a run for his money on his world famous, "Butt-Numba-Thons". . . I havent the patience. No doubt, I enjoy the occaisional movie. . .A lighthearted romp. . . a tear jerker from time to time. I like an action flick where the bad guys get their asses kicked. I like it when there is no question who the good guy is. What happened to good old fashioned movies?

Im sure this query has been posted before, but I'm not sure if it is for the sames reasons as I write tonight. I heard that movie announcer voice earlier this evening. . . .You know the one. You have all heard him before. It seems like he is contracted to do the voiced-overs for all the sucky movies. I dont remember that guy ever being used for new classics such as, "The Godfather", "The English Patient", or "LA Confidential". Instead he is spending his time with quality films like, "Beethoven VI", "Gigli" and now the pending blockbuster, "Man of the House" The moment I heard Mr Voice say, "When five cheerleaders are the only witness to a murder. . . . . . .," I knew. I just knew. Im gonna just have to wait for Jeff to see it. . and read his review.

Affirm me.

First post---EVER

Ok, folks. Here is the deal. I'm jumping on the blog bandwagon. Knowing me, I will fall off shortly. Be that as it may, I will make attempts like my dear brother-in-law Jeff. . .to make you like me. Jeff, you inspire me to new heights. Really.

Ive considered doing this for some time, but no one could ever convince me that I have anything worth writing about. But after much thought, I think I will share with the world what annoys me. Perhaps this will make me a better person by not loudly verbalizing my snippy ideas about my fellow man.

I am open to suggestions, as I am not usually a spiteful person. Following, you will find a short list of items that piss me off. . .and in the coming weeks, perhaps i will find time to elaborate.

Obvious sportscasters
People who dont use their right turn signal
People in LARGE SUVs that I cant see around
Fashion reporters, ie Joan Rivers
Stupid programs on Vh-1 that show outrageous wealth and make me feel small
Forgetting to pay the phone bill
Black Ice
Points/Kroger/MVP cards at the grocery store
Dust bunnies


Ok, that is all for now. Gimme comments, damnit.