I'm not quite sure what has me feeling in limbo, and not the good kind of limbo where you get to drink mai tais on the beach and contort your body in order to ooze yourself underneath a bar, while shirtless, tanned surfer-type dudes cheer you on, obviously impressed by your flexibility, chutzpah, and sheer party girliness.Umm...where was I?
Oh yeah, feeling in limbo. Coming down off of a totally fun weekend, one that was a long time coming (and by that I mean that it's taken me 20+ years to see the Godfathers live). Getting back into the reality of day-to-day life, things like doing laundry, going to a dentist appointment, working out...all necessary, but all seeming somewhat mundane at the moment. Caught somewhere between a boy and man--wait, that's Kid Rock. I'M caught somewhere between winter and spring, and I tell you, I am feeling terribly antsy. We've had a taste of warmer weather, and although I tried to be philosophical, pragmatic, and realistic and say that I knew there would be more cold weather, apparently it was a futile effort. As cold weather approaches in the coming days, I'm thinking bad bad words and wondering how long this is going to last.
I want to open all the windows and let the breeze blow through the house. I want to break out all my summer clothes and wear those skorts I bought last year, and I want to wear them with my cute little wedge sandals. I want to get outside and feel the sun on my face and arms. I want to walk around here in a big T-shirt and my underwear if I feel like it (and I do). I want I want I want.
I know summer will get here soon enough, but I've got a serious case of cabin fever, folks, and it could get ugly. I'm feeling a little fierce right now.
Because I don't want to turn that fierceness on my loved ones, it seems like a perfect time to talk about Sarah Palin and the back taxes she owes for the thousands of dollars that she took for per diem and travel expenses for her husband and family. How's that "reformer" thing working for you, Palin? Taking thousands of dollars in per diem expenses because you choose to live in Wasilla rather than the governor's mansion; asking the people of Alaska to pay for your husband and children's travel expenses; claiming none of that as income. Priceless!
As I wrote on my Facebook page, perhaps she can add IRS agents to the list of animals that can be aerially hunted in Alaska. That would solve this problem, pronto!
