partly

Thought I'd try and do this in the AM, thereby actually managing to get it done. OK... I started this before church, but didn't get it finished before I had to go, so-- here I am posting it after church (and pig roast).

Today is the start of:
National 5-A-Day Week
Substitute Teacher Appreciation Week
International Housekeeper's Week
National Rehabilitation Week

Today is:
Grandparent's Day First Sunday after Labor day
Fantastic Four Birthday
Josie and the Pussycats Birthday 1970
National Policewoman Day
Video Game day
National Chocolate Milkshake Day

Oh... the Fantastic Four! I like the Fantastic Four. Wil tells me they are filming (or going to film a FF movie). I'm thrilled to know that Michael Chiklis is going to be The Thing. I love both the character and the actor. And I'm happy to see that Von Doom is actually Victor Von Doom, rather than, what, Van Dam? or whatever they renamed him in one of the new comics. He is one of my favorite villains.

I never watched Josie and the Pussycats. I have no desire to do so now.

I remember watching Police Woman with Angie Dickinson. It's just a vague memory really. No actual plot lines or anything. No nostalgia involved at all. I never cared for Cagny and Lacy, either. At one point in my life I wanted too be a Police Psychologist or a forensic psychologist. But that didn't happen.

I do love (some) video games and chocolate milkshakes.

Although my dad's mom is still alive, my mom's parents are the Grandparents that I remember and love the best. I know I'm not supposed to say that, but it's true. Well, maybe love is the wrong word to use, because love isn't something that can be measured and compared, it just is. I definitely liked my mom's parents more than my dads. My fraternal grandmother is, in actual fact, an almost impossible person to like and is the most two faced, vindictive, petty person I have ever met. And it is unfortunate that many of her good qualities have dimmed with the advancement of old age and deteriorating health. I am fortunate that she was only my grandmother and it gives me a great understanding of my father and his siblings to know this about the woman who raised them. My Mom's grandmother was a wonderful, kind human being who would die before she ever intentionally hurt anyone. Fairness and justice, love and kindness were the words she lived by, Someday I will find the words to do this woman justice. As it is, I would be lucky if I could be half the person she was.

And, as a thought, perhaps I should call in sick one day, so that I could appreciate the work that substitute teachers do...