Thought I would continue my 1970’s nostalgia, now with The Electric Company’s shorts I grew up on. It’s just the way I’m feeling today.
I loved this little animated short. Probably because the guy got so mad he croaked (I was always a little morose) And why didn’t anyone dig this gem out for this year’s election? Can’t decide who’s side it would have helped or hindered.
And the Sign Song! How can anyone forget the sign song…
It’s voting day today! And for once I feel confident that the good guys are gonna win. That’s all I will say about that, but seriously, my generation hasn’t really ever been a part of something WAY greater than ourselves and I think this may be it…
I was a complete procrastinator this year and waited until the very last day to purchase my candy for the kiddies in my neighborhood. But that worked out good because all candy was half off! Score!
So I stroll up with my goodies, and supplies for supper at the local Piggly Wiggly, and of course all the cashiers are decked out in their costumes and the cashier wishes me a Happy Halloween, to which I wish her one back, and then she pipes up in a cheerful voice with “So are you Pipi Longstocking today?”
I haven’t had too much to report on lately. Sort of been keeping to myself again over here.
Fall is here and even though I don’t like to admit it to myself—-I am trying to fight off the urge to shut down and hibernate. And for some reason “hunger” comes with the colder weather and more darkness. Why is that? and why is it ALWAYS the heavy foods I have done so well to eat in moderation? Why can’t they scream: YUM! CARROTSTICKS!
Instead of: Huge Block of Expensive Imported Creamy Cheeeeese…
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Why can’t it look like this in my head?
So I have been ramping up the Netflix again, but not to be a vegetable and give into the hunger inducing sedentary demons of fall and winter in Wisconsin and lay on the couch while watching my Netflix TV show finds…
Well, fall is now upon us and the night sky is becoming more and more prevalent. Which means I start concerning myself with a certain subject more often than not. I know I have been told over and over again by various friends and family that what I’m about to discuss is none of my business, and stop worrying about it, and who cares, but the truth of the matter is I do care, I will worry about it, and I think it is very much my business.