What a nice nite. Popcorn & chocolate & "Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom." We've had it for years, but have not watched it for years. Upon further flick study, we find Kate Capeshaw's frequent shrilling screams even more disturbing than lil" Short Round's" yelling. And the tape itself is in the midst of disintegration. It will have to be a goal to get these classics in disc someday, some way.

Saw "The Road to Perdition" recently & found the quiet depth of the charecter of Tom Hank's son, Michael, to be by far, more intresting and charming than the 2 demensional kids they throw into most flicks primarily for what Hollywood feels covers the "cute kid" angle. I liked the kids in "Stand By Me" for the same reasons...depth of character, giving the audience credit for some intelligence. Oh, I am such a picky Deadhead!

oh man, I've got a secret on the Stream...and I ain't telling nobody nuthun' cuz this secret was entrusted to me, and maybe one other of the Streamfolk, and I feel like a lil kid cuz, I've got a secret & when the rest of the Stream learns of this secret...KAHBLOOEEE! It is going to melt the minds of the many. Blew me away! Will you, too! But I ain't telling. No begging, please. All good things, in all good time, and this is almost too good to be true, but it is true, and it is sooo good. But I can't tell anyone. But I want to. But it is not my place. But it is so tempting....but, I cannot and will not go there...

So, I'm thinking of going to bed. Waking up early & starting to surf the Stream and see whaat other secrets I can unlock.

My sis left a mssg. on my cell during my "movie night." She & my other sis took Dad for a Dr's appt this afternoon, and took him out to dinner afterwards, They do this every now & ,as Rene, his suspicious, accusing, beloved wife , my stepmother is far too infirm to go out to dinner,and far too insecure to allow Dad to go out without her. Gosh, but life is funny...bees make honey... Yhe whole fam damily will try to get together Sunday to celebrate his birthday with Rene front & center. We all love her in our own way, but she's got some seriously delusional outlooks on what she thinks my 82 yr old Dad is up to.

Got to maintain a rather steady sleep pattern in an attempt to lasso some control over my migraines...Bubba & I both OK right now, and even though we both ate too much candy(chocolate is a big migraine no-no, but we love it so!), we gotta salvage the night in order to save the day, and so I bid you good night, good night, good night. HASTA MANANNA, ME AMIGOS Y AMIGAS! VAYA CON DIOS!

Man, at last it is Friday. The sun came out.I got off early, got on line early, and been surfin' since.
Bubba brought me home yellow/cream/touch-o'pink roses, & candy for early Valentine's Day. After we agreed that he wouldn't. I'm glad he was B.S.ing me...it is surprisingly cool to get surprise roses & candy. We both have slight headaches, but are determined to make the best of all the night has to offer in our own lil K-9 country paradise.

Last wkend we skipped" Indiana Jones II" cuz the lil kid in "Zorro II" was such an irratant, we feared he shrill voice of the lil guy in Indie's 2nd flick. We feel brave enough to try & weather the lil Shang-Hai guy tonite for our weekly Friday Movie Night. I may be back tonite, and then again, may fade into Saturday Morn.(Bubba is taking me to Applebee's tomorrow, headaches & weather permiting-all also for Valentine's...all because I am blessed, and he loves me! He really loves me...WWWaahhoooo...Friday nite...time to party hearty Boomer style. I can hear that candy calling my name....and all the dogs sending me mental telepathy saying, "Share Cher, Share..."

Here I go.
T.G. tomorrow is Friday. Week blurs into week, practically flying except during the unbearable length of time it takes to finally pass the work day away. Ya' know where I'm going with this? Good, cuz I haven't a clue, yet I don't mind.

Who is sick of me having headaches! I am, I am! Who got stinking patches for $100 & they ain't doing jack? I did! I did! Who woke up @ 3AM w/a headbanger & ate two ibuprofen & two tylenol, went back to sleep with an ice pack on my head & woke up with the melted ice pack & the same head banger? Who went into work late & high-tailed it home early, all of this activity oriented around and toward going back to bed? Yup, that's me, too! Now, who got 2 bills from the pain clinic one for $65 billed as cost for the "anethesiologist", and another for $72 for "clinic charges?" And who had no choice but to particpate in a mandatory urinalysis @ no less than $600 for this very expensive 6-minutes spent with the doctor in question? And who is over it? And who gives up? And who is searching for the "up" attitude she had only yesterday? Man, reality bites, but medical reality w/o insurance is totally all consuming, and smells of greed. I so totally relenquish my fate to the wind. yeah... cuz, I get headaches on windy days, too...
This is what it is.
And I give up. again.
Yeah...but still, I'm really lucky. 10 minute commute to and from work lessens the chances of having any drama on the road. @ work, the folks are kind, soft-spoken, and understanding...encouraging me to get back home ASAP. And Bubba is so kind & understanding...brings me the ice pack, pours me shots of Pepto, kisses my right eye, massages the neck muscles wound up rubber-band tight.
The dogs are good company...Rex knows when I hurt, & he burrows head first into me face to face in sympathy, as if he is trying to absorb my pain through osmosis. Peggy Sue, the boxer stands at the bedside, sighs deeply. cocks her head from side to side when I whine, all the while wagging her nub of a tail, wanting to help, not quite comprhending, but there for me.

If I have to hurt, I'm in a good space for suffering beautifully. And tomorrrow is Friday. And I have a better than 50/50 chance of getting over it. Even Steven chances on one more greatful Saturday, catching my tunes, staying in my jammies the whole live long day, surfing the Stream, keeping company with Bubba...It is supposed to snow...producing prime barometric changes for producing migraines. But, I'll have the day off & the worse that can happen is I will spend all Saturday in bed.
I am watching "Earl", he says, I can't have a girlfriend right now, because I'm Karma's Bitch!" Yup, and it is contagious. Let's see what tomorrow brings.

I am actively working on random acts of kindness. I am tryin' to leave the room with everybody smiling, myself included. So far, so good. It's been a good week so far. Dad's birthday coming up Sunday...he wants as many family members there with KFC that we can pull together. Bubba tried to talk me out of taking Rex...no way, Jose! He would be missed too much. Good day sunshine, and hoping for more on the morrow. Hope all is well on my beloved Stream. Whistle while you work. Have a good time. Stay on the good foot. Peace be with you. Instant karma's gonna get you. Gonna knock you right in the head. What good is all you got, if you're not having any fun? Take it easy. Keep it mellow. Have a good one. Be kind to your web footed friends, for a duck may be somebody's mother. Let's bow our heads for The Man's Prayer:" I'm a man. But i can change. If I have to. I guess." Remember, I'm pulling for you, we're all in this together. It'll all be all right. Don't take yourself too seriously. Have a good night. Take Care of you. Drive carefully. Just do it. But be nice about it.

Bubba just returned a miss cell call to his mom. She was crying, incoherrent, hysterical. We don't know why. He just got back from her place 2 hrs ago & now, he's headed back. He is the oldest of six boys, and the one she mainly counts on. This is such a strange place to be in life. Tough enough facing our own mid-life crisises, but helping our folks limp through these later phases of their lives...the drama is day-to-day. I don't want to go there anymore today, than I already have.
Lots of places as of late, that I don't want to go to...maybe it is just a phase of my own. One of the guys @ work went to a coffee shop this AM and brought me back a tall, butter pecan latte...this is on his day off. I am not so sure why he did that...Becuz I have mentioned my love of latte, and bemoaned my present lack of monetary funds to blow on designer coffee? I know he likes me as a person...but you don't think...nah! I'm 53 years old! OK...so I do luckily happen to look fortyish...but I always cop to my actual age(keeps me from getting mixed up over how old I am...this mid-life drift factor does play lots of tricks on me)...it was a sweet gesture...very kind & unexpected...you don't think?...nah....he's married, & all I ever talk about is Bubba...but, some times, I think I catch him watching me...nah! Just my immagination...running away with me...and I don't want to go there if it is anything other than... Nah! I ain't shopping around for any more drama than I already have on my aching head.

Saturday, I started my list of 100 things, but my head hurt & I quit around #75 to take a nap...now, I cannot seem to find the list again...I did have a modem failure, but I can still get on the Stream, but cannot find the place in my profile to even re-list my 100 things. I don't want to bother The Prankster or Woogie, but can anyone give me any advice? No big, just had a lot completed & now everything has gone away...even the option to start over...that used to be a lot like my life, but not any more.

Bubba's back. His Mom was distressed over her loss of memory. I remember my Mom used to stress over it. I think, again, it is a brain chemistry imbalance that puts the folks into freak-out mode. My Mom now laughs at her memory problems. For now, anyway. Man, this is tough...Dad flips out on more frequent occasions than he used to, and Rene just flip flops from one extreme to the other and back again. Rene is forever flipping out accusing Dad of being unfaithful to her... he's82 yrs old & she is obsessed over his imagined infedelity, and considering she is the one who broke up my folks, I know that there has to be a great deal of something real about Karma.

"House" is on now...our favorite old curmudgeon...he cracks me up. oopps...he is in bed w/his married ex-girlfriend. Every where you look, life is a soap opera. Only in my reality, the clothes are shabbier. and more comfortable.