Thursday, March 17, 2011

I am finally settled.  All of my stuff has a place.  I can say I have never before lived out of boxes and large Tupperware containers yet I am certain it beats living IN a box, under a bridge somewhere.  Unless that is what happens after living a few months with one’s elderly parents.

Mom emailed with their new cell phone number and called immediately after, wanting to know why I hadn’t yet called. *sigh*  She may walk slow but her fingers can do the Cha-Cha on any type of key.  You ought to see her program her Soaps on TIVO.

I am beside myself that I am unable to see Lady Gaga tonight at the Quest.  I was in Omaha at Xmas when tickets went on sale.  I didn’t jump on them because, silly me, thought Omahans’ would stampede to see Kenny Chesney, but Lady Gaga?  I’d easily be able to get a ticket when I arrived in March.  Wrong.  I am pleased that Omaha has come such a long way in 24 years, really, I am.  I’m just PO’d I’m missing this generation’s Madonna live in concert, here, in Omaha.  :(

It’s St. Patrick’s Day.  At 7:30 this morning the radio alarm woke me up broadcasting, “Clancy’s has been open since 6:30am and already the place is packed.”  St. Patrick’s Day in Omaha.  Omaha, where the population is very Irish.  And if you’re not, you put O’on the front of your surname and claim Irish roots anyway.  There was a day when I’d have been there bright and early sporting my “Kiss me, I’m cute” green T-shirt, eating green eggs and ham, doing shots of Jamison….Now, I prefer to sleep in a bit.  Where’s my O’Benton button?