Bullets

I haven't written a blog in so long I doubt I can string 3 thoughts together to form a semi-coherent paragraph.  Recently, the other kids have taken to blogging bullets and being a self-confessed mindless little follower, that seems like a good way to get my toes back into the water.  I don't know how to make bullets in blogs and if I think about it too long, I'll spend an hour learning how and never get around to writing.  I'll go with asterisks.  Of course, this makes the title of my blog perfectly senseless.  Just pretend the asterisks are bullets.  I know, I know, I haven't finished the first paragraph and already I'm requesting you suspend reality.  All apologies ahead.  Here goes:

**I've been addicted to two songs.  I have no idea what the lyrics mean in the first one since it's sung in Canadian-French; not that I can speak the French-French language either but like the CD of Hawaiian songs Mila gave to me, you really don't need to understand the words to appreciate it.  It's lush and perfectly beautiful.  Seriously.  Listen:

Place de la Republic

The second got me through the holiday season.  Yes, while everyone else on the planet was singing about Christmas, sleigh bells, angels on high, and Santa this was the song playing in my head.  Nonstop.  For weeks.

And if you don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward.

99 Problems


**The holidays stink for me every year.  And you can save the meaning of Christmas speech, Linus.  I'm keeping the faith despite Christmas, thankyouverymuch.  Telling me to enjoy the holidays is like telling an CPA to enjoy the tax season.  If it wasn't for Jesus and Jay-Z, I would have gone absolutely batshit crazy.  Amen.

**And thank God for Tim because if it wasn't for him, the family would have gathered around a picture of Christmas tree tacked on the wall to open white, legal sized envelopes.  Inside would have been scraps of paper that would have read:

I.O.U. a Christmas present.  
Happy Holidays!
69909 
Mommy


**The day after Christmas I was at Target and the Valentine's Day decorations were already up.  Huh?  Maybe I fail to appreciate the spirit of  true manufactured romance but I'm beginning to think perhaps these bitches just want our money.

**The Kingston Project is going well.  It's a lot of work.  Bruce and I are spending a ton of time trying to organize the information we have because we have gathered so much of it.  It's moved beyond just finding where these 114  137 165 172 Civil War soldiers are buried.  We're now writing a book of short biographies and regimental histories.

**I've spent so much time reading 19th century Kingston New Hampshire censuses, military documents, death certificates, and maps that while walking in a cemetery there, I began calling headstones proper names.  Yes, I'm addressing rocks as if they were living people. "Oh, Gideon!  Wow!  Good to see you!"  

**Not only do I know who Gideon Webster is, I know his birth year, the names of his parents, brother, and his wife.  I can produce 5 documents that carry his signature and can point to where his store was once located.

Gideon Webster didn't even serve in the Civil War.

**I'm going to Atlanta next month to see Sabrina compete in a big cheer competition.  Excited doesn't begin to describe it.  A cheer competition...in the south?  Holy crap!  Is this gonna be hella good or what?

**After much thought, I've decided not to even walk the Surf City Half this year.  My friend Danna is coming in from Illinois to run it with Mila and Tim is back in the running game but I don't want everyone sitting around with their thumbs in their ears waiting for me to saunter through the finish line.  I haven't had time to even poorly prepare and I'll still have to work later that day.  I'll get my bag of race goodies and cheer everyone on.  I'm good with that. 

**The after-race Kir is still totally on the table, though.

Priorities, bitches.