Sometimes I DO want a man . . .

. . .in my life. Usually it's on a day like today. There must be more than a foot of snow out there. I went outside several times yesterday to clean off and dig out around my car - using the theory that if I shovel 4 or 5 inches at a time, it's better than 12 inches at one time.

Okay - so I'm sexist (we've had this discussion earlier in the life of this blog). You're damn right! I would much rather be inside making veggie soup than out in the cold shoveling. So freakin' sue me. I'm a woman alone - so I'll be doing both. But also on my own terms - the upside of living single in my 50s.

The news centers are all saying "Stay inside." Okay, sweetie news-reader: Come here and dig out this old woman. Because I DO have to drive to work tomorrow.

Since I'm a witch, I should just twitch my nose; the snow would fall off my car and there would be none of the white stuff from the front of the Neon to the alley. I think I'll just toodle outside, stand by the car and start twitching the old schnozzola.

I'll be the frozen witch with a frozen nose twitch standing in front of a snow-covered Neon.

She's Baaaaaack!

Just a note to let all the five of you (if there's that many reading my blog) that I'm back from my self-imposed silence on this blog.

What can I say about my AWOL? The muse wasn't moving me? I was being held hostage by Fundamentalist Christians who equate witches with yellow, square-pantsed sponges? I was spending the month of January in the islands - the warm islands?

Lies all lies!

The truth is I've been a lazy writer lately, preferring to spend time writing Plans of Correction for our facilities' Department of Health surveys. I know - I know: Work should NEVER intrude upon blogging - but, well. . . What can I say: Please forgive me.

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaack! Plans of Corrections will just HAVE to wait!

It Feels Just Like Starting Over

"It feels . . ." that I can't get song lyrics out of my head. I think it's my generation - and subsequent generations. We all grew up with the radio or VH1 or MTV playing in the background. The music of our generation (and at times our parents') is what we live our lives to - our "life score" as it were.

The score of my life would, of course, include anything by Lennon/McCartney, Lennon or McCartney - with a smattering of Cole Porter, Rogers and Hammerstein, Lerner and Lowe, and some TV show themes thrown in for variety.

And so I find myself today with John Lennon's voice echoing in my brain - all in all, not an unusual or unwanted occurrence. It feels just like starting over. . . not a bad thing.

I do feel as if I'm starting over - at least on myself.

2005 is the Year of Mitzi. I've decided that I've helped out a lot of people over the decades of my life and now it's time for ME - selfish, egotistical ME.

I'm eating more healthy. I'm packing my lunch and saving money. I'm even exercising. I'm meditating regularly. So far - so good.

My next goal is to write everyday - not just blog, but write on one of my works in progress. I must have AADD - Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. I have so many ideas that I want to work on them all at once.

There may even be a new man in my life - maybe, but I'm not rushing into anything. In fact, I kind of like the idea of not being connected to a man - not being part of Mitzi and . . . .whoever.
I would like to vacation alone this year - not even with friends - to explore on my own, where I want to go, do what I want to do and not worry about anyone else - and to meet new people. Selfish? You betcha! Long overdue. You betcha again!

It feels just like starting over . . .

Ad Links . . .

I've noticed that my previous posts now have certain words "underlined" to indicate that more information regarding that "word" can be found at a website with just a click of the old mouse.
I'm not sure if I want my "musings" to be associated with diet pills, possible bogus cancer treatment centers, etc.

But let's test this out. Here are some words that are "important" to me. Where will they take you, gentle reader?

Heather B. Flyte
Anna Patricia Giordani
Christopher Giordani
Beatles
John Lennon
Stephen King
Alice Hoffman
Writing
Love
Thyroid cancer
Hypertension
Animal rescue
Liberal
Democratic
Robert Kennedy
World War II
PennMed
Nursing
Aplastic anemia
Lymphoma
Laurel, Maryland
Romney, West Virginia

Okay - that's a start. See you on the flip side.

A New Year

It actually began yesterday with a late lunch/early dinner with Mary and Lorriane at one of our favorite restaurants, The Marblehead - becoming a New Year's Eve tradition with me. Mark and I treated Pattie and Gary to dinner there last year - but that was "last" year.

We then went to an early movie - The Phantom of the Opera - a wonderfully romantic movie with, of course, all the beautiful music from the Broadway show. It was lavish and lush and Minnie Driver was marvelous as La Carlotta. Lorraine, Mary and I agreed that we would have stayed in the Paris underground with the Phantom - what a romantic figure in his half-mask and cape. And there is a moment at then end when you think - even if you know the ending - when you hope with all your heart, that Christine stays . . . But then I recognize my dark half and how I love "the music of the night." Christime, with her youth and lack of maturity, wanted the Count. A book suggestion for my gentle readers (female) - find Sacrement by Susan Squires for a wonderful journey of the heroine's search for her dark half. She would have stayed with the Phantom.

The story of the Phantom and his disfigurement must have been upermost in my mind last night - but more on this on another blog and for another time. It is a new year.

My evening consisted of a Cosmopolitan - darn you, Olivia for telling me about the pre-mixed vodka cocktail - a lovely plate of cheeses and olives. Dessert was Ben and Jerry's Gerry Garcia - low fat yogurt (it IS a new year) and champagne. The champagne was sipped in front of my altar and a bit was left out for the spirits of the night - along with some money.

Morning found me and the cats breakfasting on smoked salmon, bagels and cream cheese. Left over champagne and some orange juice made mimosas. We were quite happy with ourselves as we watched a Miss Marple video.

I'll spend part of this afternoon at Barnes and Noble with Pattie, sipping lattes or chais and perusing magazines and books. My new year is starting out calm and with some of my favorite things.

But my heart is with the people in Southeast Asia. I felt this way on September 11, 2001 and when i saw the suffering we've caused in Iraq - I want to be there - I want to help. But I can't help physically - so I helped in the only way I could: I sent money to Americares - earmarking it for the tsunami victimes.

In this new year I realize how lucky I am.