February 9, 2004

• Starting as I Mean to Go On

  
  

   

  
  

  It's been kind of heavy and depressing around here lately.  So this morning I'm declaring it a day of rest and relaxation at the Q-Momi Manse.  Yes, I know, we just came off a weekend, but I'll bet that none of you rested as much as you could/should have.  Come on, pour yourself a cup of whatever you like to sip when you take a break and pull up a chair.  Lets talk about things that make us feel good.

  
  

   

  
  

  I'm a sucker for the "feel-good" movie.  If Hollywood puts even a modicum of effort into producing a plotline and they guarantee me that it will end well ... they get my movie dollar every time.  I like family movies and I liked them even more before I had a family to interrupt the good parts.  On Saturday night, we plopped down in our living room to watch one that I'd seen trailers for last fall, but never managed to catch in the theater.  Oh, MY!  If I won the lottery, I'd give everyone I know a copy of Secondhand Lions for Valentine's Day.  Michael Caine and Robert Duvall - well, you couldn't really go wrong there anyway.  I loved this one.  That's a Terri movie.  I'll have to watch it again a couple of times before I sit down and write out a deep meaningful blog about the messages the film contained.  For now, I'm content to giggle over the eccentricities of these old geezers.

  
  

   

  
  

  Do you like games?  I like games too.  This weekend we played LOTR Risk.  It's different from regular Risk, not just because you play on the map of Middle Earth, but also because the rules involve the Fellowship moving the ring, adventure cards that enable you to incorporate elements of the story into your play, and the 1+ advantage to having a leader among your battalions or to be defending from a stronghold.  On Saturday, I lost.  It's okay, I had a decent attitude about it.  After much ribbing and gloating accompanied by advice to let go of my silly insistence on always playing the good guys, we set up the board again yesterday afternoon.  This time, good triumphed decisively over the forces from Mordor. 

  
  

   

  
  

  Today, I'm looking forward to pleasures galore.  The kids go back to school and I'm okay with that.  They had a good weekend, now they can scoot on out of the house and I'll try to restore a semblance of order to the place.  I'm heading in to the doctor to have the stitches removed from my shoulder (so I can wear a bra again, YES!)  I even hope to snag an hour this afternoon to write.  Ah, happy sigh. 

  
  

   

  
  

  I had a couple blogs brewing at the back of my mind over the weekend and I may still come back to these ideas later in the week.  I would love to weigh in with an opinion about healthcare in this country, but honestly, it kind of depresses me.  We've seen over the past decade that there exists absolutely no political will to address the fact that we have hardworking middle class people with abysmal healthcare because of the decisions of corporations, insurance companies, and welfare reformers all determined to give us the cheapest care they can.  We have a crisis in nursing with far fewer people entering the profession than we need, and then being driven out of it by impossible working conditions.  Fewer than 20% of our doctors are independent, all the rest are employees of hospitals, corporations, or other doctors and they are being squeezed out of their field by high costs and increasing regulation that take away their autonomy to run their practice under any model except the one the insurance companies insist they follow.   - Oh, wait ... take a deep breath, sip that coffee and go back to rocking on the porch, Girl.  It's our special set-aside Monday morning, and we're having a restful day here ... remember?

  
  

   

  
  

  Come to think of it, when I'm out today, I need to pick up more bubbles.  You can never have enough bubbles on hand you know.  I usually buy them in little six packs, keep a bottle in the car, one in my purse.  Because there's never a bad time for a bubble break.  Seriously, think about that.  It's hard to be stressed when you're puckered up blowing bubbles.  If I'm known for anything, wouldn't it be cool to have people think - hey, she's the woman who always has bubbles on hand?  Yeah, she's an odd bird but nice to have around.   

  
  

   

  
  

  When I logged in this morning, I had a link in my guestbook courtesy of Dee Dee.  She asked me what I think about it.  I'll give you the link and see what you think.  (I think these authors have called it right, but I'm not sure what to do about it.)  Momi Myth 

  
  

   

  
  

  My friend, Mary, has been working on her website and invites everyone to check it out. 

  
  

   

  
  

  Have a good Monday folks.  The regular sober Q-Momi will be back, sometime. 

  
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  "It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is."

  You are Desiderius Erasmus! You have great love for others and will do just about anything to show it to them. You are tolerant and avoid confrontations, so people generally are drawn to you. You are more quiet and reserved in front of strangers, but around some people you open up. When things get tough, you like to meditate alone. Unfortunately you often get things like "what a pansy," or "you're such a liberal."

  
  What theologian are you?
  A creation of Henderson

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