Author: The Jody

I voted today. I wasn’t going to bother, because there wasn’t anything on the Leominster ballot that needed my immediate attention. The mayor was running unopposed, so as long as he voted for himself, he’d be in. I like the mayor. I’m not a fool, I disagree with him in some areas, but I like him, and I voted for him.

What I decided to do, based on just being totally fed up with the Bozos on the city council, is to go vote specifically for anyone who wasn’t an incumbent. I am so completely fed up with our city’s stupid pre-school antics – hey, Ginny Tocci, very mature making faces during the meeting when people don’t vote the way you want them to – that I want them all out, lock, stock and barrel. Pack your things, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Of course, the person I most want OFF THE CITY COUNCIL isn’t stupid, that person doesn’t run for an at-large position because then the whole city would have a chance to VOTE THEM OFF THE CITY COUNCIL. If you’re from here, and you’re reading this, you know who I’m talking about. Brilliant how that person just runs for ward counselor, and the idiots who live in that ward don’t care enough about the city to vote that self-important, megalomaniacal creature out.

So if all works out the way I want it to, we start with a clean slate tomorrow. I know it won’t happen, but I can dream.

I was thinking it might be Wednesday, but now I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday. I can’t go by my watch because the date function has to be updated by hand on an almost daily basis. My God, Timex, what the hell were you thinking? I believe I’ve talked about this before, but this is the watch with the freakish calendar that doesn’t roll over from 31 to 1, but 32, 33…39, 00 (!) and then 01. So every month, even those with 31 days, I have to reset the date. And it seems to me that the date function isn’t tied to that whole midnight to midnight thing, because every morning I find myself resetting it, regardless of how hard I try to tell the watch “this is 6:30 AM, not PM” when I set it.

I think I need to contact Timex. Or else buy a different watch. But I’ve only had this one for 8 months or so, and I don’t feel like spending the money when this one SHOULD work. Whew. Thank you for letting me vent. I feel better already.

Oh, and I want to offer a public belated happy birthday to my Aunt Barbara, because I’m a dope and forgot to call or email her on the actual day. I made a big deal telling Junior that her birthday was on Halloween, and then we just never followed up. So Happy Birthday, Aunt Barbara!

I threw my Josh Groban in the CD player (again) and I’ve got alla luce del sole blasting in my ears; I’ve just decided I don’t care how young he is, I’m willing to be his romantic interest forever and ever. I mean, if he’ll just sing that song to me and only me once a day, I’ll die a happy woman.

I say all this because I had a dream the other night that he was in concert in Fitchburg and I had tickets but I forgot to go and I could actually hear him singing from my parent’s house and I was devastated because I had always wanted to see him. And then we raced to the church basement where he was performing (hey, it was a dream) and we got to sit in the front row. Ahhhhhhhh. When I woke up I was sad at first, because it was just a dream, but then I did the “Oh, hey, I have seen him in concert!” thing. Not in the front row, but pretty close.

How can his voice sound like that? My goodness, he could be singing “You are the turd that floats in the sewer of my life” and as long as it was in Italian sung in that amazing voice of his, it would be the love song for the ages. Oh ya, I am so ready to get his new CD when it comes out, this month I think.

I can’t say for sure exactly what dessert will be today, but I can tell you that it will be “Fun Size®”. I think everything should be called Fun Size. I certainly think I should be called Fun Size.

I dressed up, kind of, on Friday. I had a wig, a great witch hat and a cape. What I really needed was some good makeup, you know, black lipstick, the works, but I couldn’t find my black lipstick. It wasn’t in the box with all the other Halloween items. I can’t begin to tell you where I might have stored it, if it wasn’t in that box. I mean, did I put it somewhere else thinking “I might need to wear this again soon”?

There are no pictures of me, which is okay, really. I promise I’ll post a page with the pictures of the decorations my sister’s family pulled together. Awe-inspiring.

In the meantime, I think we’re going to go with the Fun Size Peanut M&Ms. It’s not flan, but then again, what is?

Junior is practicing his good manners on me because we’re going to my friend’s house for a visit this afternoon. “Can I get you a drink of water?” Oh my God, is he ever cute. He’s even practicing his polite conversation. “So, are you in first grade now?”

It is SO HARD to keep from laughing.