N.B.C. -- this one's for you, girl!

Does anyone else have a best friend who assigns homework? Maybe because she's a teacher, and spends every day surrounded by 4th graders, she thinks she can pull one of those teachable moments on me. "N.B.C." (her nickname since 10th grade) knows I've been down in the dumps (yes, an oversimplification to the nth degree), thus she has assigned me the task of writing down some good things about my life, what makes me happy, yadda, yadda, yadda.

And since she was insistent on what has always remained the best thing about me, I shall honor her by making it # 1. So N.B.C., here's my homework list:

(1) I have great hair.

(2) May Sweeps is just around the corner!

(3)"The Young & The Restless" isn't just a sopa opera . . . it also happens to be where I work, and it's highly entertaining.

(4) I have worked my ass off to have the body I have.

(5) Patrick Dempsey is back, baby!!!

And Sometimes it Just Hits You

" . . . and if I ask you not to try

Oh could you let it be?"

- Van Halen

Random Thoughts . . .

In lieu of an entry devoted entirely to one topic, I am opting for a page of random thoughts . . . things that either occur to me as bizarre, ironic, or just generally bug me lately:

* Books have gotten too expensive. I am making greater use of the library. After all, my ridiculously high taxes already are paying for it.

* Any chance of a "seat license" on a bus? This way, I'd be guaranteed a seat, and perhaps it would come with armrests? Wouldn't it be great if you could pick the folks who sit next to you? I can see it now . . . The Port Authority Draft!

* Hypocrites are really awful. A little self-examination, please?

* Folks who treat those couples without children as second-class citizens should shut the hell up! If one more inconsiderate "parent" makes a statement to Dr. J or I that includes the phrases of "when you have a family of your own, you'll understand," or "you don't have kids, so you don't know what it's like" both of us are going to FUBAR (see definition # 2) them. Hey "Parent," maybe you don't know what the hell you are talking about, and maybe you should not make assumptions about a couple's private lives! Certainly, this is a blog topic worthy of a entire entry in the very near future.

* The "Cigarette Fairy" does not exist! It's litter, and it's gross! Let's all start calling people out who throw their disgusting habit's trash onto the sidewalk, in the street, in flowerbeds, etc.!