Mamacita says:

!.  I just realized that the silk mistletoe “kissing ball” is still hanging from the archway between the dining and living rooms.  I need to take that down and pack it away for next year. 

2.  The green Christmas candles are still on the hutch, but, but, I LIKE them!

3.  I haven’t finished grading that first week’s worth of quizzes.  But there’s no school tomorrow for me, so I’ll do them then.  Our school system, aka Hell, doesn’t recognize MLK Day as a holiday, so my husband has to go to work tomorrow. 

4.  I haven’t been able to forgive Certain People for Certain Things, but I’m trying – I’m sincerely trying.  Grudge-bearers have such shallow souls.  I don’t want to be one of those people.  I WON’T BE one of those people.  But it doesn’t come easily, does it. . . .

5.  I haven’t cleaned out my briefcase from last semester yet.  I’ll do that tomorrow, too. 

6.  I’m okay with most of my Broadway shows, ie music and dialogue memorized, but I’m still working on Sweeney Todd.  Once we memorize something, we have it with us always.  I still think it’s a shame that our schools have done away with memorizing poems, etc.  Kids have nothing inside their heads with which to entertain themselves when things get boring on the outside.  I can close my eyes and experience entire shows, movies, and books.  Also?  I still remember every word of those poems that old Mrs. Roberts made us memorize in seventh grade.  Mrs. Chandler, junior year, made us memorize Thanatopsis, and I still remember that, too.  Our brains need some class and culture stored in them just as badly as our bodies need some real nourishment, to sustain them and keep them from demoralizing into pap, BS*, and fat.  Maybe one reason so many of our teens are so often bored is because they’ve got nothing INSIDE; it all has to come from the OUTSIDE. 

7.  I didn’t do any laundry this weekend.  I hope Tim can find a clean shirt for school.  I’ll do some laundry tomorrow, while I’m home and he’s not.  (neener neener)

8.  The cats overturned my sewing box and spilled straight pins all over the floor.  I scooted them into a little pile.  That was Friday night.  The pile is still there.  I’ll pick them up with one of the refrigerator magnets tomorrow.

9.  I have never peeked into the back of a crossword puzzle book to find an answer. 

10.  I would sell a kidney for a film version of Jane Eyre that took no liberties, changed nothing, and included everything.  By “everything,” I mean, every detail, every nuance, and every subplot.  I would gladly sit through a ten-hour movie version of a book I love, as long as NO LIBERTIES were taken.  I sincerely hope that all film editors who change plotlines burn in hell, and actually, I sincerely believe that they do just that.  My question for them is WHY?  Why must you CHANGE THE PLOTLINE?  The plot was awesome before it was tampered with.  Yes, film editors who mess with the PLOT, will burn in hell.  And that is exactly where they belong.  Bah.  I have seen some fairly good versions of Jane Eyre, but I haven’t seen a version that was good ENOUGH, yet.  I’ve also seen some terrible versions, may their screenwriters and editors rot in hell.

Does anyone really believe that I’m going to do all of those things tomorrow?  How amusing.  Tomorrow, I plan to sleep in until I’m good and ready to get up, which won’t be until all the “proper” people have been up for hours and hours, poor things.  Then I might grade some quizzes, or not, and do some laundry, or not.  It’s a day off, not an off day.  See how important grammar can be? 

I’m listening to Evita.  “Did you hear that?  They called me a WHORE!  They actually called me a whore!”

“But, Segnora Perón, it’s an easy mistake. I’m still called an admiral, though I gave up the sea long ago.”

That conversation always makes me laugh.

*Britney Spears, or bull shit – but that’s redundant, I suppose. . . .