I absolutely adore that video. It’s whimsical, thought-provoking, and a joy to watch.

And once again, here in the wilds of deepest Canada (Vancouver), we’re obviously too foreign a nation to share in the bounty.

And once again, here in the wilds of deepest Canada (Vancouver), we’re obviously too foreign a nation to share in…

I bought “Watermark” on cassette tape the day after it came out in the US (1989—yes, I’m old); I went through 3 cassettes of it before CD’s came out. I have loved and listened to her ever since, and I don’t even care how uncool that makes me.

I’m still getting used to having a full-time job for the first time in 3 years (and adapting my arthritis to it). I’ve really just been kind of pooped when I get home, so I’ve been doing a lot of lurking. But I’m here. =D

“France’s 9/11”.

I will take one of all of those things, thank you.

I want to be wrapped in a shroud, with coins on my eyes, buried in a traditional coffin-shaped coffin, and have a kickass old-school New England tombstone. I already have a plot in our family cemetery, way the heck out in the boonies of New Hampshire.

She is better, thank you. It took the better part of the last 25 years for her, me, and my little brother to heal, but we’ve managed it pretty well. She’s on her own, and has become much more of an advocate for herself, and more outspoken.

Same with my dad, too. I don’t know how old yours are (mom is 68, dad is 67), but I believe my parents were definitely a product of the “graduate, get a job, get married, have kids” generation. They were high school sweethearts, and they never really had a choice, or time to think about things.

It would, indeeed. Unfortunately, at that point in my mom’s life, she was extremely timid; she just sat there crying the whole 6 hour drive home.

My dad told my mom he “didn’t love her anymore” as they were driving back from one of his high school reunions. Knowing how my mom was, it was amazing she didn’t throw herself out of the car onto the highway. Dick move Dad, Part II.

These commercials remind me of all the Tupperware we had in the house in the 70’s—and these (which my brother and I named “Boofnets”):

True story:

My perfect fashion balance would be between Missy and Stevie Nicks.

Oh please. My mom has OCD, and she thinks this is just as hilarious as I do.

I beg to differ.

Me and hubby.

I’m nicking this list. Bravo.