fall go boom

I fell off the daily blog wagon. But hard. There are reasons. There are excuses. There is the freedom that I need not explain any of it to anyone. Suffice to say that things are changing in my life. And the daily blogging doesn't fit in the way I thought it might when I started in January. I may be back occasionally. sanguinary blue may go dark at some point. But I do not need to be obligated to an egomanical and desolate soap box anymore.

See you around. Maybe.

way behind

A little illness, a bunch of work, some house guests, and other miscellaneous chores, and you'd think I was too busy to write in my blog. My prerogative, I guess.

It's raining. Again. And windy. Again. Payback for a significant decrease in snowfall this winter?

tonight's excuse

It wasn't the sleeping cat anchoring me to the couch... it was me, sound asleep moments after Ted went to bed, and unmovable until just recently. Geesh.

trapped

My cat wouldn't let me get off of the couch tonight. I was stuck; held hostage by ten pounds of blue tortoiseshell fluff. Anchored firmly between my feet, she curled into an adorable -- yet immovable -- ball. I was her captive. Not much accomplished, other than watching "Dreamgirls" and communing with my kitty.

happiness is...

Four schmumfy kitties all sleeping within arm's reach. Three on desktop afghans, one on an afghan-topped hammock below. Truly, I am blessed.

Of course, actually getting a photograph of all four of them together proves too challenging for me. Maybe some day.

Art by Ann Mroczenski

shocked

I don't see a lot of television commercials, thanks to TiVo. But I was home sick today and sleeping/draining on the couch all day long, when I came across this commercial. I've watched it 4-5 times now, and I laugh as hard every single time.



Now to bed to rid myself of the rest of this bug.

boo hoo

Ever have that feeling when you're sick when you just want to cry? Not for pain or discomfort. Not for frustration. Not because it'll help clear out the phlegm. Just to cry, for the sake of crying. I'm there. I've only been sick since Thursday night. It's not as bad as it was last time. But here I am -- just wanting to cry. Doesn't help that my right eye has been tearing for the last couple hours. I thought I'd paid my illness dues this year. Blah.

bed

Because I'm sick again, dammit. And we have guests in town -- staying in our guest room. And I have already used all of my sick time at work this year, so I'd better recover from this by the end of the day Sunday. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

erin go huh?

One might assume that, with a name like Kelly, I would be partying it up today. Well, I wore green to work. A short-sleeve, 5-button henley under a long-sleeve crew-neck sweater, and a purple skirt with small flowers and leaves to complement the top half of the ensemble. I helped my department write a limerick for the contest (we didn't win). I had Irish Stew for lunch. I missed my Dad (he often called himself The World's Largest Leprechaun). No beer, green or otherwise. No bacchanalia. No kooky hat. Guess I'm just no fun.

Some Irish wisdom from a friend:

May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you wherever you go.

Some old Irish wisdom I heard years ago (source unknown):

May you be in Heaven half an hour
Before the devil knows you're dead.

hakuna matata

My friends, Rina and Alia, took me to see "The Lion King" tonight at the Boston Opera House. It was a birthday gift. What a wonderful show. Beautiful costumes. Amazing puppetry. Great music, of course. A stunning venue. And the chance to spend an enjoyable evening with two lovely friends.

dear alex lambert

Dear Alex,

You are young. And yes, your lack of on-stage experience highlighted your nervousness while performing on TV for millions and millions of people. For the inexplicable and often illogical voting audience, that shaky inexperience did not endear you.

Pity. Because you have a unique and wonderful voice, and a talent that is undeniable even under the burden of stage fright. Please don't allow last week's vote to alter your musical career path. We need musicians like you. If you don't come back to AI next year, then please keep pursuing the path through other means. I look forward to someday having in my music library the musical stylings of Alex Lambert.

Sincerely,
Kelly

P.S. Your talent is spot-on, but that hairstyle must go. Either grow it all long or cut it all off. The half-and-half baby mullet ain't workin'. :-)

cheating

I admit it. There are a couple entries in the 2010 sanguinary blue that were not written on the day they were posted. I've 'fessed up. What's my punishment? Shall I write a phrase repeatedly on the blackboard?

I will not cheat on my blog again.

I will not cheat on my blog again.

I will not cheat on my blog again.

I will not cheat on my blog again.

I will not cheat on my blog again.

Yah, right.