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I Resolve...Do you?
We got through it and had a nice day Sunday complete with turkey breast, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, rolls and gravy. Yes, I cooked and it was delish. For dessert we enjoyed sugar cream pie bars. Ahhh, so easy to make and so so so good to eat. But back to the whole resolution thing. Yeah, I have some things I'd like to accomplish. I'd like to lose ten pounds. I'd really like to lose more than that, but I'm going to shoot for ten and then go from there. I'd like to save a little more money on a weekly basis. Then there would be more for a vacation and less scrambling for holiday shopping dough. Maybe we should just take a vacation next December. Oh yeah, maybe Vegas in December?
Yesterday. A day that will live in infamy. Pearl Harbor day, I must admit, really has little direct bearing on my life. Perhaps a big part of American history, but to me December seventh will always be my grandma's birthday. She passed away well over ten years ago and while I might not think of her every day, I do think of her quite a bit. More so on Pearl Harbor day. I remember asking her about that birthday, though I really don't remember what her answer was. I often envision her bending over a cake about to blow out candles as the radio in the background declares the news. I know my pretend-memory can't possibly be accurate, but it's imprinted in my mind. Imagine. Twenty-five years ago today truly the day the music died. My uncle Jim was still a teenager when I was born and the first music I ever remember hearing was The Beatles. That's what music was to me. Quite a few years later when as a teen myself I started building my own Beatles collection. At sixteen years old I had posters of John, Paul, George and Ringo on my walls. I remember the night I made my little sister memorize each my sight. She was ten and there was no way I was letting her go to sleep until she got the names straight with the pictures. I wonder how many other ten year olds were privvy to that valuable life lesson. We both cried when we heard the news. I already owned the Double Fantasy album which immediately became sold out. I was pretty sure I sang just like Yoko. Like that is something to be proud of. Heh. |