I received a request from someone who dropped by my site. He’s been searching for the lyrics from Mason Proffit’s “Eugene Pratt”. If anyone knows of some obscure site that might have it let me know. It’s off the album “Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream”.I could sing it to him…but he probably wouldn’t like that.I was born and raised on the Oklahoma plains. I tried to keep my shoes shined, tried to keep a good name. But way over town, lived a boy named Eugene Pratt. We weren’t allowed to talk to him , say “hi” and that was that. That’s just the way it was. That’s just the way it is….or something damn close to that, it’s been about 20 years since I’ve heard it.

Looks like Santa better be bringing a PDA for the kiddies this year.I wonder when it will begin being listed on the old school supplies list? I actually was thinking about getting my son one for Christmas anyway. He takes after me somebody being the gadget geek that he is. Hell, maybe that’s what I’ll get all 3 of my kids and call it done. Of course I’ll preprogram it with my birthday and mother’s day first. Heh.I’m going to have to go cruising around Tony’s site to see what’s the best one to buy.

I have a headache, so I must be getting attacked by magnetic material. Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

Satellites, pagers, cell phones, and electrical grids could be affected Friday by a moderately powerful ejection of magnetic material from the sun.Space weather forecasters say the coronal mass ejection, or CME, was detected Wednesday morning at 3 a.m. EDT. It is expected to reach Earth about 3 p.m. EDT Friday, and its effects could last 12 to 18 hours.Read all about it.

I’m sure it’s terrorism and Bush knew all about it. Wonder if we should be wearing sunscreen?

Scientists say it could produce spectacular displays of northern lights. I’ve only seen the northern lights once in my life. It was at least 10 years ago when I lived in Iowa. The sky was clear and there was a ton of snow on the ground. About 10 or 11 that night I walked through the living room which had a large picture window that looks out over a valley of woods and cornfields. As I glanced out I noticed the field was very pink.I remember stopping in the middle of the room and just staring. Pink snow was not registering in my mind. Finally I walked to the window and noticed what looked like pink in the sky too. At that point I called my son up from the basement family room. Thank God he confirmed the pink snow and sky. Sometimes you just have to have verification of reality.When I finally realized what it was I woke my husband up and my other two children. For all of us so far it’s been a once in a lifetime event. It lasted about an hour…and we watched it the whole time. Amazing.

When I read this post on S-Train Canvass I had to chuckle and even cringe a little. The chuckling part is the white female standard of beauty that probably 1 in 10 women can live up to…no matter what color you are.The cringing part had to do with the memories and the scars on my own head from ironing my hair. I too was cursed..yes cursed with curly and frizzy hair. It used to be red…but I’ve cured that part.Most of my life I’ve worn my hair long..at least below my shoulders because the added wait straightens it out…well some. I’ve used relaxers…combed permanent solution in my hair. Oiled, greased, sprayed. Went through using large electric curlers (even orange juice cans) to get rid of the frizzies before using a heated straightener. If it’s out there I’ve tried it. I probably have $500 worth of hair products in my bathroom cupboard. None of them work. Damn I’m sick of all that.About two months ago I decided after all these years I was going to cut my hair and “let it go”. So I cut it above my shoulders, washed, added a little oil, a little gel and out the door I’d go. As long as I didn’t look in the mirror the rest of the day…I survived it.This morning I looked in the mirror and Lord if that mess just isn’t hideous. I look in the mirror and see this curly, wavy, frizzy mess and I hate it, I hate myself. So I straightened it today. Again. At least I can look in the mirror again. Well almost, I have a zit on my left cheek. What the hell is the deal with that?

You know it really is a bitch being a woman. Nothing is ever right, you have to curl, iron, color with something here, paint something there, shave something here, wax, exfolliate, don’t forget to pluck, whiten and for Christ sake now we have to use those damn nose strips. Oh yeah..winter is coming so don’t forget to moisturize.I swear to God if I make it to 70, I’m not doing none of this shit no more…I’m just going to let it all go and be a gross hairy old lady. Ok…maybe 75.

I just got home from a management “get together” at Bahama Breeze….and with a couple of Miller Lites in me it was tolerable. These things are always so odd. I like to watch these people out of the work environment and with a couple of drinks in them. Total personality change takes place.I learned a few things: my staff developer is a shopaholic, the maintenance man likes to drink beer out of shot glass…don’t ask, I don’t get it either. One of my unit managers wishes she was 21 again so she could have sex “with alot of people”. Alrighty then. The dietician smokes and drinks outside of work. Heh. One of the other unit managers won’t eat anything green….just because it’s green. My MDS coordinator weighs 115# and thinks she’s fat because her husband told her she was. My newly wed assistant’s husband is buying porn on cable when she’s not home.I really could of gone the rest of my life without knowing any of this. See what great things you learn when you are a powerful listener in a social scene. I can’t wait til the Christmas party.