Levi Stubbs

Levi Stubbs passed away. With him went another part of my childhood. Hearing the Four Tops will always bring back memories of days at the lake and music from the AM station out of Rutland. Unscanctioned nights of staying up past bed time, listening to the tinny sound of transistor radios in the dark with the volume down.

Weekend plans

Another Friday and not a moment too soon! The problem with short holiday weeks is that you tend to have to try and cram 5 days of work into 4 days. What with one thing and another it has been a rather full week and I am looking forward to some R&R.

I may or may not do some fall clean up in my garden, god only knows it is in desperate need. I may also see about taking a field trip to a fabric store, since I need to get some thread to alter a few pairs of pants and Woolworth's doesn't exist any more. And yes, I shorten my own pants. When you have a 27 inch inseam it's either shorten the pants yourself or pay someone else to do it. And I'm French, which is the same as saying "cheap bastard".

I would like to see RG this weekend as opposed to being stood up by RG again this weekend, (hint, hint) so we can hang out, gossip and ogle boys.

All in all, I would like to have a quiet and pleasant weekend, which is why I will try avoiding any discussions about the election, which currently has me using language that would make a pirate with tourette's syndrome blush. The state of the economy, because if I want to depress myself all I have to do is look at the extra poundage around the waist that seems to be immune to both exercise and diet. I don't want to think about all the unpleasant crap that has been dropped into the lives of friends or the nice big stinkin', steamin' heap o' that has landed in my own little life.

So, big plans for the weekend. Laundry, gym, groceries are on the must list. On the possible list of activities are shopping, kaffee klatch, gardening, reading and if the mood moves me, napping.

Come Monday it will be back to bitching an whining. I can hardly wait!

AARP Porn

I was informed the other day by some cute young twink that I look like a porn star. This opinion was unsolicited and really rather unexpected. I am choosing to believe that he meant that I look like a porn star in a hot way and not in some burned out druggy way.

It has made me think though. It could be a whole new career for me, porn starring the over 50 set. AARP porn. Think about it. I'm sure there must be a niche market and with the economy going the way it is, I really need to be looking at every option for employment if my job goes south.

Let's just hope that no one decides to film in hi-def.