Thursday, December 31, 2020

New Years Eve -The 2020 Version

What a year eh?  What.A.Year.  To say that it's been a rough one is an understatement.  It's been way more than that.  Try Uncertain.  Painful. Frustrated. Bitter. Angry. A nightmare. Unimaginable. Ridiculous. Full of loss and mourning for many, with small fragments of happy moments for others.  The list is infinite.  The feeling of helplessness remains.  

And yet, here we are, on the last day, of the last month, of the year that our lives were abruptly changed and our world became like something out of a chapter in a sci-fi novel.  At least that's how I feel.  Thankfully, I am the eternal optimist and I have faith that even as we all hold our breath and wait with anticipation to exhale the debacle that was 2020 into oblivion, I believe that we will see brighter days again.  That this brand new year will in many ways, help us to heal and move forward and get this damn virus under control.  Not to get all "Good ship lollipop" on you but I am just so ready to have good news, to have uneventful days, to not be restricted and be able to travel and not worry about masks or lockdowns or getting sick.  Aren't you?  I mean, I am putting it out there into the universe.  I'm praying and asking God to deliver us from this madness.  I need to believe that we will be ok.  My soul needs to believe it and expect it.  And so I do.

What are your plans to ring in 2021?  I normally go out on this night, be it to a family member's house or out with friends to a restaurant or to listen to live music.  But this year, I'm leery of going out.  The weather is supposed to suck.  -just 2020's way of twisting the knife one last time.  And I honestly am not in the mood to be out with large crowds or deal with the drunk drivers on the road.  So I will be home,  with champagne and party favors, of course.  And red lipstick.  In my pjs.  -I'm fancy like that.

Our lives were put on hold or were taken too soon.  Our hearts are broken and aching, so tonight, I will raise a glass at midnight and toast to the New Year.  To all of you, I wish a very Happy New Year!  May it be kinder to us, may it bring us good health, prosperity, love and a whole lot of laughter.  


Miss Live Music? I Do Too

 Greetings and Salutations Bloggies!

About a month ago I was asked by my friend, Jesse Sendejas, if I would be interested in participating in an upcoming article he was writing for the Houston Press, an online newspaper that features local news, entertainment and the like.  I didn't hesitate to say yes.  He was going to be writing about concerts -musical acts that we had seen more than once and what kept us going back and of course, how the pandemic put a stop to all concerts.  I was given a set of questions to answer.  The questions took me back to memories of my first concert at the ripe old age of 10 *gasp*  I remembered things that I had not thought about in years and also brought back memories of some crazy things I did back then. (maybe even last year) Most of all, it brought back happier times and that made me smile.  Click on the link.  Maybe it will bring a smile to your face too.


ps-Jesse did a bang-up job in this piece.  Bravo to him.

I've Seen (Insert Band Name) 10 Times! | Houston Press

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

On A Cold December Night -The After Midnight Version

 It's not that I purposely set out to stay up late.  I don't.  I just  get this burst of energy around the same time every night.  It's 12:40 a.m. right now but you couldn't even tell, the way my brain is juggling a million little things all at once. Yes even as I write.  It's quite a party happening in my mind right now. Where was I?  Oh yes.  My weird sleeping habits.  I don't know.  I've tried just about everything I know to lull me to sleep but nothing seems to work.  In the morning, I'll be groggy and kind of bitchy for a little bit, but soon my sunny disposition takes over and I'm fine.  I blame 2020.  Yeah, that's it.  2020.

Oh here's a thing I haven't talked about in a long time.  Dating.  Yeah remember that?  I vaguely recall  it.  Anyway, on Thursday I will be interviewed by a local blogger extraordinaire who also happens to have a podcast about you guessed it, dating.  She will ask me questions about my dating life (when I had one that is) and experiences, things like that.  I'm kind of excited and kind of nervous.  I'm curious about what she'll ask and how I will respond.  Ha.  I'm pretty sure I will embarrass myself.  But that's ok, I'm a master of that sport.  Especially lately.  Eh, but that's story for another time.  So we shall see how it goes.  I've never done this before.  Have any of you?  In all honesty, even though I am a little nervous, I also have this "I don't give fuck" attitude that I adopted this year.  It's all the rage of 2020 don't you know.  So while I do have the jitters, I'm pretty sure I will be just fine.  And if not?  "I don't give fuck"   If anything, a lot of strangers will get a good laugh at my expense.

Since I don't know what her questions will be, I've been going through my dating memory bank trying to recall my dating experiences throughout the years.   So far I have a funny one, a memorable one, a 24 hour one and a horrible one.  I tend to have more of those horrible ones than any other ones saved up in that bank of mine.  I do miss dating though.  Back in January I had decided to start meeting potential suitors again.  But then the pandemic happened and work bombarded me and here we are almost 10 months later.  "But what about dating sites?" you ask.  Just know that I won't ever try the online dating sites again.  Ever.  And that's all I will say about that.  

I'll be sure and let you know how it goes with the podcast.  Oh hell, I'll even post the link so you can hear for yourself.  ;)  You're welcome.

Well, I'm off to see the wizard.  Not really.  Maybe. Who knows?  I've been having weird dreams lately so the wizard might show up.


Sunday Night Thoughts

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