Mixmania Playlist and Stuff.
Patriside says it’s time to post my Rockin’ New Year’s Eve MixMania Playlist, so here it is:
1. New Year’s Eve Countdown Pumpin’ Party Mix
2. Abba – Happy New Year
3. Boney M – Auld Lang Syne
4. Cher – I Will Survive (Party Mix)
5. Harry Connick, Jr. – What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve
6. Kenny G – Auld Lang Syne (New Year’s Party Mix)
7. MegaMix Rock & Roll: The Ultimate Party Mix 70’s, 80’s, 90’s
8. Ultimate Disco Party Mix: 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s
9. Auld Lang Syne: DanceMix
10. Stars on 45: Beatles Dance Party Mix
11. POD – Rock the Party (remix)
12. Happy New Year – from Rent
13. James Taylor – Auld Lang Syne
I got mine in the mail today and I’m listening to it as I type; it’s GREAT! Thank you, Punchbuggy Blues; your mix is fantastic.
If you have not signed up for MixMania before, you should go over to Patriside’s blog and sign up the very moment he posts the new theme. It’s a fun and easy way to get some good music, and to see what others consider good music. Come on, share your musical tastes with us.
That being said, I want to warn you that UPS is the absolute pits, and that I will never use their alleged service again. Ever. Of course, an apology and a refund of the $70.00 I wasted on their non-existent delivery services would change my mind, but until that very unlikely happening, I remain, sincerely NOT theirs, me.
You all know by now that I love to praise a good business that treats people well. This time, I can not in all conscience, do that. Locally, I was treated well. Corporately. . . . let me just say that perhaps it’s time to rethink some of those employees they’ve got there in customer relations and, in particular, corporate shipping, mentioning no names.(Tanya)
My advice to you all: FedEx or even (just slap me now) the Post Office. Carrier pigeon. Neighbor kid with a red wagon. Flag down a stranger driving that general direction and ask him to drop something off under a tree near a bridge; even that would be better service than I got.
Sorry, UPS. You’ll not see me darkening your doors again. I’m sure that breaks your heart, but with a little luck on my part, anybody reading this will choose some other means of package delivery, too.
You know how to make this right, UPS; you just won’t. Not making this right, and you KNOW it was your error, is a choice you have made, an active choice. To me, this means you don’t care, and a business that doesn’t care is, I hope, on its way dowwwwwn.
Next up: Somebody has to get rid of all this Christmas candy. If only there were someone here besides me. . . .
Duty calls.
Normality is Overrated Anyway
I’m nominating Pastor Jeff for the Perfect Post Award this month. MommaK and Lucinda do this each month, and each month I fully intend to participate, and I have, a time or two, but mostly? I forget. I blame my age the footprints on the moon.
Well, I’m not forgetting this time. Jeff has a knack for telling a good story, and after you’ve finished reading it, guess what, you’ve probably learned something important.
I’ve learned plenty from Jeff. I encourage all of you to go there and do likewise. Regularly.
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December was a good month. It most usually is, or if it’s not I pretend it is, because I love all the planning and list-making and preparation for Christmas. I love finding out what people would like to have, and trying to get it for them. If I ever won the lottery, I’d probably blow it in a year, giving people things.
The month also had its share of surprises, such as finding out that a dear friend had gotten secretly married FOUR MONTHS EARLIER. Another was that the Slutty MomCat who liked to drop litters behind my holly bushes but who hated all humans and liked to draw blood if someone tried to touch her, became suddenly loving and sweet. Then there was the unpleasant surprise that our septic system had for us, down in the ‘fingers.’
Etc.
I think maybe the biggest December surprise was the weather. Warm, sunny, spring-like weather for Christmas. In the sixties! How funky, not needing a coat to go outdoors in winter.
The ground is mushy and soft. The rosebushes still have green leaves. I have one purple blooming petunia on the deck. It’s like April outside.
Some of the flowering shrubs are so confused, they’re putting out buds.
Warm rain in winter. It ain’t normal, I’m tellin’ ya.
Kind of like me, I guess.
MY EYES! Oh, The Horror, The Horror!
I used to wear a blue denim string bikini and I looked good in it. It was a size 5, and I wore it for many years. I had assets well worth showing off, and I did.
Fortunately for the feng shui of the universe, I have not worn a bikini of any kind for a loooong long time. I still have assets, but only the first three letters, and it’s really large now. If I wore a bikini today, it would be doing a grave disservice to the planet.
That being said, why do they sell bikinis in my size? WHY? Is there a woman my size somewhere who honestly believes she still looks good in one? Does this woman not own a mirror? Is this woman visually or mentally impaired in some way? Why would someone this large require a bikini?
Even the fetish bars can only go so far before somebody’s brains and eyeballs implode.
Please, bikini-makers, don’t make huge bikinis. If you make them, somewhere out there is a woman whose body is being slowly crushed with her own blobs and festoons of fat, who thinks that she has a right to wear one. Creepier still, somewhere out there are huge jiggly women who think they look good in one.
Don’t even get me started on sexy lingerie for the obese, because no matter what the marketing people say, there is no way in hell that panties requiring four yards of satin and lace are going to be attractive.
I think there comes a time in some peoples’ lives when a few unpleasant personal facts have to be faced, and one of those facts is that if your stomach hangs down over your belly button, you should, for the sake of your fellow Planet Earth inhabitants, cover it up. Completely. With fabric that can’t be seen-through.
“Does this outfit make me look fat?”
P.S. This is not me, thankyouverymuch.
