2. Big Brother All Stars started tonight.  Hiss boo and get outta town to Chicken George (and his dyed red hair).  Yes to Howie and Janelle and Kaysar.   I’ll be voting, you can betcha.

3. When I watch So You Think You Can Dance, which I’m doing right now, I want to do whatever it takes to whip my body back in shape and take up dancing again. 

4.  Tomorrow I am going to be tested on my ability to subdue an emotionally disturbed kid who is going crazy.  If I pass the test, I will be a certified taker-downer of nutsy kids.  I will carry my credentials with me and can jump into the fray at any time.  Legally.  With authority.  And competence.  And, presumably, knowing what the fuck I am doing.

5.  I do not play nicely in the sandbox with the other kids.  I never have.  That used to bother me.  I used to feel that I should squelch all those parts of me that couldn’t join in, fit in with the group, go along with the crowd, play nice no matter what.  Now I couldn’t give a shit.  Some of this may be my age.  But some, I’m sure, is that four years ago next month, I almost died.  I didn’t and somehow I just can’t take the small shit very seriously any more.  

6.  I love this blogging business.  What a fantastic forum for someone who always has something to say…!