Pfunksfoolosophy

Gang, it’s about time we made some real changes in our lives, right? I’m not talking about making resolutions, but commitments to one another and most importantly to ourselves. It’s been a whirlwind of anxiety, stress and upheaval, but it’s over. Time to write on a nice clean sheet of paper in our books, okay?

So, before the ball drops in Times Square…I am committed to changing the way I think, the way I move and the way I feel. I am excited to really live in each moment, as I say I do. No more headnoise. No more worry. It’s going to be a struggle as long as I make it so; the time to act is always now and there’s never a time when it isn’t now.

What is holding you back from success? From getting what you want out of life? For me, it’s simple…it’s ME. I’m caught up in everything but what’s important. Mary J. Blige has a song called ‘No more drama’ and it’s got to resonate with some of you out there.

It’s time, folks. None of us is getting any younger and we’re certainly not promised tomorrow, so let’s take action. Let’s participate in our lives fully and with joy.

Choose to be happy in every moment. Even when you’re feeling like something the dog AVOIDED, man…ya gotta find it within yourself to choose to be joyous.

Choose your bliss. Know that right now is what counts.

Right now.

Happy new year! One moment, one day at a time.

Who loves ya? Pfunk, man. Always the Pfunk.

Gotta tell ya… in my family, the tradition is that we watch ‘A Christmas Story’ and while in my day, we watched ‘ A Christmas Carol’ with a very young June Lockhart, ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ and of course, ‘Miracle on 34th Street’—as well as ‘Yours, Mine and Ours’ with a fetching Lucille Ball and a rather comely and hip Henry Fonda, I am pleased as punch that “A Christmas Story” has become a holiday classic.

Darren McGavin is priceless and the story is told sooo well that even if you didn’t grow up You just never escape it, do you?
That is what makes the movie so very, very splendid.

You can relate to little Ralphie.

Adults attempt to thwart him at every turn, yet he continues.

It’s a groovy lesson, ain’t it?
I never wanted a BB gun, but I sure as heck wanted a Talking Viewmaster.

When I got it, I was the happiest little girl in the world.

Ya know what? I’m still the happiest little girl in the world. Here’s why: The mundane is STILL interesting to me. That’s all.

Nothing more than that.

Hey, I’ve gotta get back to cookin’ for my peeps.

Here’s hoping the new year brings you prosperity and as much love as you can choke down.

Bless us, right? Every doggone one of us.

: )

It’s groovy. My friend Mala is a kick in the pants. She’s a little bitty thing who’s a transplant from Ohio. She’s got a lot of snark and snap to her and that makes me happy. I’ve been trying to get her hooked up with a number of friends, but I always wuss out before I get them together. Can you believe I’m a closet matchmaker? Yep, I sure am.

We met at karaoke. It was all over but the cryin’ as she and her band of miscreants are funny. Me like funny. Our song selections generally have nothing to do with actually wanting to perform them well—we go for the comedy factor. Life is groovy when you’re with folks who really just want to have a good time.

SO, check out her blog called bad necklace. It’s right there in my blogroll.

Another cool thing is my gal is of desi extraction, as opposed to vanilla extraction which means by definition, if she is travelling for a longer period than 20 minutes food will be involved. I know this because my sister-in-law is desi. We don’t take car trips without packing a lunch of some kind. Mama like. Mala, the author/owner of Bad necklace, is also very, very smart. We dig that as well. So, check her out. I’ll bet you’ll bookmark her blog. It’s sweet and funny and honest.

Can’t go  wrong there, can ya?

Good times.

Okay, so I’m not really old, but honestly I’ve gotta tell ya: my bursitis is killing a person.

I’ve got two bum knees due to starting sports at an early age. One knee is swollen and creaky and giving me fits. I knew it was gonna snow before it did actually come down. I also took a tumble when my knee gave out. I felt like a sap. Yikes,man. So, it looks like I’ve gotta push  my fish oils and lose some weight in order to get back to my peppiness.

I have always loved the winter. These days I’m feeling like I should be wearing sweater sets and tasteful hats. Possibly some galoshes from the same folks that make the slipper socks…oy.

Hey, happy holidays by the way. I didn’t post for my eight crazy nights because I was too tired. Not one game of dreidel was played. I did make myself some latkes. That was about it.

I also sang my ‘Eight nights of Chanukkah’ song but only to myself. No one really wants to hear it.

For those of you in the know, I’m gonna try to post ‘An Axe an apple and a buckskin jacket’.

Oh, that’s a toe tapper. It’s annoying as hell, but Bing Crosby makes me smile–even if he was an abusive pipe smokin’ mofo. Gotta love that voice during the holidays.

Hope you’ve got your shopping done and reached out to those  less fortunate. Actually, I’m hopin’ that you’re reaching  out to the less fortunate every day.  We’ve gotta take care of one another, don’t  we? Ahhh, you know that already.

Keep on truckin’, babies!

There’s enough love for everyone—even the folks who make you nuts.

it’s time, man. What is happening in my life is that I’m slowly getting used to the idea of not trying so hard to fix everything. Yeah, it sounds simple and in truth, it is…somehow my intellectual side seems to get strongarmed by my emotional side. Heady stuff for someone who was once known as “Spock” in my family. Yep, logic, man. Logic…it’s the way to go most of the time. So, I’ve been looking at some things that need to change in my life. Patterns that have become so bloody familiar that I’ve just let them reign for far too long.
I’m sure you guys can relate. I keep saying that my one goal is to be the happiest person on the planet. It’s still my goal. I still choose to find happiness in the mundane because it’s less complicated.
Today, though…whoo, I had some challenges. Fueled by caffeine. Yep, I had the caffeine paranoia. It colored my judgement. It made me nuts. Had to call my best friend to talk me down. That event caused me to assess my behaviors.

I’ve GOT to participate in my life on a real level. It’s not going to serve me to continue to walk on this path with the dead bodies of my poor decisions strapped to me. SO kids…I’m moving toward some new patterns. I’m keeping myself healthier. I’m eschewing (bless you) the negative speak from the committee. They tend to tell me that I’m not realizing my full potential. (Actually, that part is sorta true) Instead, my choices are to look at my challenges with a glad heart instead of with remorse. Let’s see how it works.

Remember the Pollyanna Challenge? Let’s get it together. Let’s support one another. Let’s make those changes in order to move forward. Success, happiness…pure joy–they’re ours for the taking.

It’s time to change. For the better.

Keep on rockin’. You’re loved.

Well, I’m not sure if you guys are up to speed, but I’ve started a new job. Yeah, corporate America and yours truly are dating again. It won’t last, man. Well, it’s GOTTA but it chafes a mite. Anyway, I had a stellar day today with one of my co-workers who actually ‘gets’ that I am a complete doofus incapable of remaining serious for even short periods of time.
Remember, I’m 1/4 Irish and 1/4 Native American. We express ourselves in two ways, really: Rage and humor. That’s about it. Naaah…mostly it’s rage. NO! Uh, so anyway, I got this song stuck in my head. I told my co-worker. The song: “Little Green Apples” by O.C. Smith. If you’re not hip to that, download it. It’s a wistful sorta toe tapper. Okay, so I asked my co-worker ‘why, mama? why???’ just like Nancy Kerrigan. Her response?
“Cause G-d didn’t make little green apples and it don’t rain in  Indianapolis in the summertime” It was brilliant as it came via Instant Messenger. Priceless.

I started laughing, she started laughing and we met in the aisle. Her response?
“You’re right; we CAN’T be trusted to play together”

So true. So groovy when someone gets your tomfoolery. Sheer grooviness, kids.

In other news: I’m working on being happy, joyous and free every day. How are you folks faring in that regard? I’m not neglecting you…I’ve just not had a lot to blog about these days. Been trying to keep my head to the sky and my heart full of wonder.

So far, so good. It really pays to keep your mind  on your bidness and on your spirit’s growth.

Be good, man. Ya never know who’s watching.

In an unrelated story: Helio wins over Mel B.? Yeah. Whatever. I still love that guy, but still.

Life ain’t fair…and  neither  is my arse.

Whoopee!

Keep on truckin’!