New Year. Fresh Starts. A new calendar to fill.
Yesterday, as I was doing a little grocery shopping for the rest of the extended weekend, I came across the first display of King Cakes I've seen for the season. Mardi Gras is rushing in this new year as the other holidays did last year. I admit, my Starbucks Christmas Blend and King Cake this morning were the shot of decadence I needed to get moving.
The black eyed peas are cooking and coleslaw chilling. We have a fresh Artesan baked loaf of bread and a bottle of white wine chilling. Life is good, y'all.
The mother in law called this morning. The guys left a message on her machine last night wishing her a Happy New Year. Turns out she was at a friend's card party enjoying a bit of champagne until 2:30 this morning. Did I mention she's 85 years old? Yeah. I'm hoping some of her fountain of youth rubs off on me by osmosis. She was returning the call and then called again. She forgot to tell us to get the current issue of Time Magazine. Why? Turns out on of her relatives is in article.
I continue my boycott of Time, so I went online. They'll get no money from me.
The relative is Claude Kicklighter, the Pentagon's inspector general. He's investigating the case of all the missing weapons from the U.S. military, 190,000 is the number bandied about, and the article mentions Kicklighter has "privately told lawmakers that the Defense Criminal Investigative Service has launched a probe into whether U.S. military and civilian contractors intercepted up to 110,000 AK-47 assault rifles and 80,000 pistols intended for Iraqi security forces in 2004 and '04 t sell on the Iraqi black market. A Pentagon official declined comment."
Yeah, sounds like a worthy investigation to me.
So, there's that . I have been married to the husband almost 25 years, with our anniversary coming in July, and it is not unusual to read stories with names of relatives included. Usually the names are from either the mother in law or someone on her side of the family. We just hope the articles are of the favorable kind. If you know what I mean, and I think you do.
The rest of the day will consist of me reading and glancing at chick flicks on the tv as background noise. And checking on the black eyed peas.
Life is good, y'all.