It Seems I Have a Life

Betty Lou just came to a startling revelation. It would appear that if someone challenged me to, "Get a life," I could reply with full confidence, "I've got one, thanks." How did I come about this notion of taking ownership of one's own hours spent breathing?

Because I don't know what's happening on "American Idol." I haven't a clue. The television hasn't been on long enough for me to see Simon Scowl for even a milisecond. I don't know what body parts Britney is flashing this week or who's the target of her umbrella bashing. I don't even know how brutally Hillary and Barack and John are being skewered by some FOX sewer rat for having an idea. Betty Lou learned long ago that when anyone who isn't a Republican has an idea, they are immediately accused of being either:

A) unpatriotic

B) a global warming wacko tree hugger

C) out of touch with the American mainstream or just plain reality

D) all of the above.

But I digress ...

My recent days and hours have been spent working, enjoying my children, talking with my husband, reading and watching old episodes of "Northern Exposure." Thank goodness for quality tv shows that can be viewed on dvd.

I did pause to feel sadness over the unexpected passing of Heath Ledger. He should have won the Oscar. It was his for the taking only someone else took it. I don't even know who. Denzel? I saw his ex-fiance and daughter trying to get out of a car and go into their home. But they were invaded by cameras and reporters and shovers who robbed the mournful of their ability to grieve in their own manner. So off the television went again. And off it shall stay.

For now.

For I have a life.