Time to count those blessings...

Click this post's headline to find out how you can help with the Hurricane Katrina disaster relief efforts.

I called the American Red Cross at 1-800-HELP-NOW tonight and we did our bit.

I feel a little guilty because when I have had enough, I turn off the tv and try to stop thinking about it. I cannot fathom what it might be like to lose everything and be fighting for my life in sewage-filled streets, battling water-borne diseases and gun-wielding robbers, hunger and dehydration and desperation. I heard a story today of a beautiful 10-year-old boy who sat alone in a shelter, his entire family killed in the disaster. No home, no family, no belongings, no friends, no school, nothing to claim as his own. How does one recover from that? Is it possible? I'm not sure anyone knows.

Hug your families. Tell people you love them. Say a little thank you when you...
wake up in your own bed
eat food from your fridge
take a shower
flush the toilet
brush your teeth
drink clean water
...and so on.

Maybe it takes a disaster like this to remind one just how crucial are the small things we take for granted.

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Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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