Another Friday, yet again. Not much has been going on with me. Just a few interesting incidents here and there.
Like almost setting my house on fire. I had what could have been a potentially catastrophic event. Let’s just put it this way: I don’t like fire. Have a phobia about it. I’m truly scared when I see orange flames rising. I always have been. So when I smelled the smoke and then saw the fire, I was freaking out. Luckily Lebron was there to literally put the fire out — but she had to listen to my shrieks of panic for at least 10 minutes while she wielded the fire extinguisher at the oven. Lesson no. 1, kids: always check the oven before you turn it on. Fortunately damages were minimal — unless you count our ashes and soot we got all over us. I still can’t get some of it out of my fingernails.
Other than, it’s been a pretty slow week. I’ve been reading Now It’s My Turn, the book by Mary Cheney, daughter of vice-president Dick Cheney. No, I’m not a Republican, nor do I endorrse Bush or Cheney in any form or fashion. But considering she’s the lesbian daughter of a high political official, I thought I’d be interesting to read her point of view. I was half right. It was informative to hear Mary’s trials as Dick’s right-hand girl on both his campaigns, albeit a little dry. I thought I would get more details about her personal life, as far as being a lesbian, but it doesn’t go into too many personal details. What a pity. It should have been more about her own opinions about gay issues, especially Bush’s opposition to gay marriage, but she doesn’t offer much more than observations. I was disappointed.
Speaking of political, I’ve been somewhat watching the Olympics, mostly what doesn’t bore me to tears (badminton, anyone). I prefer to watch synchronized swimming and gymnastics. That’s my favorite, especially when the women perform. I love how flexible and graceful their bodies can become. The athleticism of these women is amazing. It takes me back to my high school cheerleading days, when I performed similar feats (not nearly on their level). Sometimes I wished I had taken up gymnastics when I was a girl, but instead I chose ballet. Not that I regret it; I love to dance (and still do). Yet who knows where gymnastics could have taken me?
That’s it for today. Until next Friday…
