Pfunksfoolosophy

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.