If I were disgustingly rich I would travel incessantly. A few years ago I would have bought a motorcycle, but some dreams you just have to let go of. I would like to see exotic lands such as Thailand and Peru, and romantic countries like Spain, Italy, and Greece. I would do this in my private jet, which is fully staffed. When not traveling, I would relax at one of my several palatial estates high up in the Grand Tetons of Wyoming, somewhere on the Keys of Florida, perhaps in Vermont. During those relaxing times I would enjoy a variety of music including ballads, blues, rock, classics, music I can dance to. Oh yes, I would have a personal trainer who is adept in choreography. My children would come and go as they please; I would have dozens of dogs and horses - a breed for every mood. As a disgustingly rich lady I would create a home for children, of all nations, who are in need of shelter and food. I would ask only one thing of them in return: to tell me what they learned that day, before going to sleep at night. Being rich is a dream these days. The economy is faltering and our state of the union is up for debate. I can only hope and pray that our state of financial unrest is temporary and that the dream each of us have is realized.

Snow Day - WooHoo!

It was one of those nights when I went to sleep feeling overwhelmingly tired and woke up way before my usual wakeup time feeling amazingly energized (3:30AM). This is not the norm. As it was, I went back to sleep at around 6, just to wake up at 8:30. I think I'm awake for the duration of the day. It is still snowing! I love it. The energy invades all of my senses and I feel renewed. Today I will catch up on my reading, watch The View, and stitch together patches to form a blanket to be given to the needy. I like snow days. It gives me permission to stay in and not perseverate over anything too important. I have plenty of food and plenty of wine, good music, and renewed spirits. Life is good. I don't have to worry about shoveling the snow. I live in a condo community and I pay good money for someone else to do it. I will have to walk Sheba and that will be a chore. She hates the snow. I keep her out and command, "Poop!", and she does, eventually. Yes, my precious Sheba poops on command. Jimmy are you reading this? Put that into your Possum's Journal (giggle and a wink...not a Palin wink, however; more of a Joan River's wink - did anyone see Celebrity Apprentice last night?). Have an awesome day!