here it is mlk day. being of the rather caucasion persuasion though, it means nothing to me except a paid holiday. am i bad? no, i'm not racist (but i didn't vote for obama). it is purely a matter of logic. i think special days should be for special people and some people just don't seem all that special to me. ronald reagan doesn't have his own day. shoot, even lincoln and washington are combined into a single "presidents day" now. i suppose the way this country is going obummer will have his own day before this year is over...heck, maybe they will just give him a whole decade. and it will only cost the taxpayers 125 trillion (dollars, that is). but after watching fox news all day i am politiced out.
so how am i spending my day off, you ask? well, it is my first day off in 10 days so you can probably guess how most of it has gone. i walked the dogs then started cleaning. first the carpet needed shampooed, then dishes ,laundry, dusting, dinner....nothing like a day of rest. the only high point to my day is that it is really, really windy. i love wind chimes and i have about 25 hanging all around my mobil home, so on a windy day it just sounds so cool. i have a couple that cost me around $90 each and then i have small ones that were gifts from friends. for me to buy one it either has to have a unique sound or a very special look. the bamboo one sounds very distinct from the rest for sure. i spent almost a whole day last summer taking them down and repairing torn strings. so my joy today has been in just listening to them clang and chime. (but they sure scare the cats off the porch). my dad told me once that there was a letter in the paper to ann landers and some woman was complaining about her neighbors chimes and what could she do about it. of course dear ann landers suggestion was to talk to the neighbor. dad asked me what i was going to do if my neighbors complained. i said "tell them to move". like i care what the neighbors want. is someone going to nominate me for humanitarian of the year or something if i pretend to give a shit? but to be truthful, i suppose if any of them had complained i would have done the right thing...and put up even more windchimes. then i would also have found something even more annoying...like a psychopathic german shepherd that continuously chases her own tail barking at it the whole time (wait..i have one of those too). i honestly never speak to my neighbors unless the accost me when i am out in the back yard and i can't get away. last summer when i was digging the dog pool the guy next door was always out by the fence talking to me. problem with that...he is wasted by 9 o'clock every morning and he just keeps babbling. he is just in his 30's i guess, lives there with mom and her boyfriend and they all drink excessively (especially on weekends). and then the fighting starts, yelling and screaming and crying...then it turns into the blubbering "i love you man" stage. now you see why i have no desire to nurture a friendship with them. i live by the old adage "good fences make good neighbors", especially when the neighbors are drunken kooks.
i guess another good thing about today is that i have gone all day without a bra. my only one is in the laundry. pretty sad, ain't it? maybe when i get new panties (no, i haven't yet), i may get a new bra too. can you believe i still haven't got new panties? some of the ones i am wearing are nothing but an elastic band around my waist attached to a thread up my ass. not exactly a sexy thong..but, hey, look who you're talking to. remember that old classic song "with thong so bright, in red and white...to show off all my cellulite"..words to live by, right?