Jen VS Jolie Brad VS Christopher Plummer HELLO?

Hello! Bring me your lonely, your bored, ye atheists and ye Jewish, ye of little faith and ye whose faith-cup runneth over----here we are, just you and me. Whilst others are opening wrapped packages, drinking wine and/or beer, snapping photos of family members and new puppies...we are here. You and me. mano et mano...or, er, womano und womano---oops some German slipped in. I shall make up my own language! Who cares!? It is just us. You. Me.

Now, what shall we discuss? I am happy the health care bill is off the blocks. Warmed my cockles (I hope that is not a dirty word)(OH WHO CARES! Poop! There, I said it. Va-jay-jay. Dinglehopper. HA!) to see our elected officials have to work so late. Welcome to the REAL WORLD. Now you are at your vacation homes, "summering," your trips in first class to visit your family. You are drinking fine wine and making love to your spouses, friends, mistresses. Good for you. Life is short.

They say one fighting point is still abortion. Here is my thought(s): 1. I never KNEW abortions were covered by insurance and I couldn't care less. I have paid into health insurance without using any for decades. I am glad to know abortions was something my money helped pay for. It is not like somebody decided to have an abortion for fun! (Like the Viagra I pay for.) Some of my money probably paid for some anti-gay, KKK members life-saving heart surgery. So? I'm OK with that. I like living in the U.S. And I love the differences in people, am fascinated by those who murder, hate, need power, are humble, help others and throw stones at cats. People are a never ending mystery. 2. Why not have a box to check on your health insurance that says you agree part of your money may be used for abortions or no, your money may not.

Wouldn't that solve the problem? And if you ever had an abortion for any reason other than rape, then you must always check "yes." Simple! Look, fight Roe VS Wade if you are so moved, but right now it is the law. Ok, I solved that.

Jen VS Angelina, I can't believe some people are still upset over this. Look, I heard Jennifer Aniston say on some interview, "If Brad ever got the chance...with Angelina...I told him to go for it." It was all in the beginning of Jen/Brad marriage and oh so ha-ha; but see what can happen, ladies? My opinion: Brad wanted more. Some actors turn to drugs. Brad wanted to build houses. Jen was nagging about his project not being done. I saw the end coming, don't tell me Jennifer didn't. Brad wanted kids. Jen wanted her slim body. She didn't have to worry about giving up her career---she was LOADED! She could have made the same Indie movies after some babies. She just didn't want the whole kid-thing; Brad did. Meeting Jolie was his dream come true. UN Ambassador(meaning), kids (family), a match made in heaven as the song says.

I called my mom. She is in the denial phase. Her memory is fine except for one lost period. This is how she is rolling and I shall play along. People have a right to roll as they chose. Life is short.

Have decided to pod cast something. Now, must learn how tis done. My computer (I just found out) is all ready to go. Another cop, two actually, were shot again in Seattle area. This time they lived, but are not in great shape. The shooter's 16 year old daughter jumped her dad and pulled the wounded officer inside their house, probably saving his life.

There are lots of toys for tots but not enough PEOPLE to deliver them. That sucks. PEOPLE! Get off your butts and do more to help others. It is fun! It is rewarding! It is exercise that you don't PAY money to get.

Did you ever have a Mr. Potato Head? I did, Aunt Vi must have bought it. Mom never had money for too many toys when I was little. When I was 10 and my brother was 18, or 11 and 19, she got a TV cheap from her job, for me! It was small, black and white. Super cool. My brother was furious that I was being spoiled, since he never got a TV. SHE HAD LESS MONEY THEN JERK. My brothers hated me. One tore the head off my favorite stuffed dog. He also broke my only real doll that I liked---Chatty Cathy. He ripped the string out. He wasn't a jerk though, he was the middle boy and he suffered from not being the favored jerk too. I seriously feel bad for the jerk, he didn't ASK to be favored. It suffocated him as he grew up. Aunt Vi did it to him. Giving too much was a flaw of hers. She made a few jerks. Both my brothers are good men...mostly, no women hitting or child beating, good men on most accounts. They can't help the genes they got. One got a set that the other didn't. They fascinated me.

Vitamin C speeds up cell repairs. Hmmm, I need more C, though I have watermelon every day now in the retirement home. Love me my watermelon.

So, how's life with you? Do you ever get tired of reading blogs? Ever just keep your laptop shut or computer turned off? Or does it draw you in? Am I addicted? Where would I get my news? Hear from friends? Hmmm, I bet they will make a pill for this.

Finally watched Glee on TV---big deal, been there, done that. I was a drama nerd in HS. Made me think though, I haven't watched The Miracle Worker since I was a kid! I'll try Netflix...why isn't it run on AMC? We watched The Sound of Music last night. Wow. They can never remake it, too perfect. Chistopher Plummer---H O T, they don't MAKE leading men like that anymore. Sing, dance, hell, they don't make performers like that anymore. I know they are trying...but, Peggy Wood? No way.

I am going to write a musical, songs and all. Yes, I already have it story-boarded in my head.

OK, nice to talk to you. (Though it felt very one-sided.) Emails are more personal, more private. Face to face is a bit gamey now. We lie, hide true feelings, see facial expressions we don't want to see or show. No delete key. Oh well, all good among friends. Peace out.