My bestest friend in the whole wide world arrives at Dulles airport this afternoon! Yay me!

There shall be much laughing, cackling, and downright silliness in Sabreland this weekend! And maybe even a PIE tour of the metro DC area *snicker*

You have been warned!

zomg!

It’s Friday!

*happydance*

Let’s see, thus far this week my left lung has threatened to revolt and leave my body in the form of massive hacking - joy.

My kids are sniffling and sneezing and giving me the hairy eyeball for bringing my germs home - nice.

The back patio is covered in six inches of ice that is slicker than snot - fun.

The Z is firmly iced in and isn’t moving - wah.

I’m in the middle of a not-so-midlife crisis, trying to figure out what I want to do when I grow up - whee.

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I had an epiphany of massive proportions and am ready to tackle the world - take that not-so-midlife crisis!

My beautiful and beloved first born arrives tonight for the weekend - awesome!

The federal gooberment just deposited a nice chunk of change in my checking account and I close a door to hell on Monday - oh joy of joys, the end is at hand!

I had the most wonderful Valentine’s Day evah - bliss!

I saw beauty in the ice and snow for the first time since childhood - wow.

And, once again, it’s Friday!

I know, you are saying to yourself, “Where is she? She never calls, she never writes… surely she must love me more than this!”

Of course I do. But you know, funny things happen when you aren’t looking, life comes around and expects you should pay attention. Between being educated on the finer points of “butt, bootie, and ass” (and if I were sober during the lesson I’m sure I’d remember what the hell that all meant Friday night), getting one hell of a cold moving into my lungs, and the average ordinary life of a mother of teens, I’ve been a little pressed for time.

In addition to the usual fun, there have been some things happening in my world that just piss me off to no end and talking about them isn’t going to make them go away. Signing a big fat check might, and I’m crossing my fingers that when I finally throw that stick, some people will just go the fuck away and never darken my life again. Alas, I’m sure there will be yet another reason to try and spread the disease, but you know, eventually even the truly ignorant amongst us must realize that the rhetoric gets tired. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m expecting a lot from that corner, but hey, a girl can dream. Hrmmm, slightly related, my VA tax refund just hit the bank. Could the federal one be far behind? One can but hope, as this chapter of my life is begging to be closed.

Completely unrelated to any of that, I’ve been experiencing some deeply personal issues and am in the process of trying to organize my thoughts and feelings. I’m finding myself in a odd place where there is some epiphany; expectations that I’ve had of life that I’m now beginning to question the validity of, some release of certain ideals, and some reinforcement of the things that I know to be ground truth. It’s a troubling time in my head, and the cacophony of thoughts makes blog scribbling somewhat difficult. I am finding, however, a quiet return to one of the cornerstones my faith and spirituality: Three things from which to never be moved, one’s oaths, one’s Gods, and the truth. In questioning my own motivations and goals, and I have realized, once again (Fate, she is a quirky mistress), the path I’m on is one I deliberately put myself on. In order to achieve what I’m seeking, I must let go of everything except that one foundation - the truth.

Sadly, I realize that for most of you, this post will make no sense; to me it makes all the sense in the world. But there you have it, the update on the doings in Wonderland.

I leave you with today’s quote from my desk calendar:

Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you?
-Fanny Brice

Suffering from extreme foot-in-mouth disease, Joe Biden (Deleware) attempts to survive his own idiocy and make a bid for the Democratic nomination.  In an attempt to prove that extreme conservatives aren’t the only racist assholes, Joe described Barack Obama as “the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy.”

Wow.  You go, Joe.  Stupid fuck.

Last night breast cancer scored another victory.  Molly Ivins, one of my favorite political columnists, lost the battle.

There have been many wonderful things said about her today, so I’m not going to make you sit here and read anything terribly sentimental.  She was smart, funny, and most importantly, she got it.

She will be missed.