Al Lewis best known as Grandpa Munsterpassed away on Friday. While I was never a huge Munsters fan (I'm more of an Addam's Family girl), there was something about him that made him impossible not to like. I used to love it when he would host movies on TBS, he was usually better than the movie. He always seemed to me like he was quite the character, judging by his biography I hit the nail on the head. He and Fred Gwinn were the funniest thing (the only funny thing) on that show. May he rest in peace.

I'm really impressed by this somewhat change in Warren's attitude. Don't get me wrong, our problems are far from fixed, I certainly don't think one week was enough to solve or fix anything but the change in my attitude has definately changed his. He stilll has issues, but he has definately improved. The other day he asked me something and I said no. He actually said okay and dropped it. I nearly had a heart attack right in the middle of heavy traffic on 13th Avenue (those 2 or 3 of you who know Fargo, will understand the reference). He still tries to play me at times, but and occasionally I let him think he is getting something, but I also let him know that I know when I am being played. Sometimes I wish I was 12 again, so I could know it all. But then I remember how miserable that age is, and the feeling quickly passes.

Today I've been thinking about my "diet" and my sudden need to get healthy. I think health and improved life are only part of it. It dawned on my that next summer (summer of '07), will be the summer of my 20 year class reunion (shut up, 1987 was so not that long ago, the calander lies I tell you). I have yet to attend any of my class reunions. I had friends in school, but I was never what one would consider popular. In a class of 33 popular means you are either extremly out going and likeable, or you are a basketball/hockey/cheerleader/pompom girl/skinny and atheletically gifted. I was none, I was the fat nerd who sat home on Friday nights stuffing her face and watching Star Trek reruns, while most of her class was cruising main or out at the dam getting wasted. Most of those obnoxious skinny girls had not so skinny moms. What I really want is to show up at the reunion, all healthy and skinny and see them all fat and divorced pining for the good old days (Think Bundy). I know it is only a fantasy. But it would be great to show up and have them all go, "who the hell is that". (Maybe I've just seen Romy and Michelle to many times). It would also be great to rub my ex's face in it. Don't get me wrong. I am also concerned with my health, and living longer, but face it girls, revenge is a much sweeter dish, than lower blood pressure.

I've also been doing a little soul searching after reading a very intersting book at the library (whose title I can't think of for the life of me, but it involved philosphy, pychology and Peanuts cartoons). Something the author said hit home for me in an uncomfortable manner. Sometimes we want people to screw up and be "the bad guy" because the worse they are the better we look. Those weren't his exact words, but the basic message is the same. It got me thinking, about all those times I would get so angry at Mike (even at times beyond what was justified) and I would turn into a banshee. I always find somebody to whine to, or bad mouth him too. It occured to me, that maybe part of me, doesn't want him to get better, to ever stop being a jerk, because as long as he is a jerk and a looser, I get to play super mom, juggler of bills, discipliner of kids, cooker of meals, fixer of all that is wrong. The worse he looks the better I look. The more I have to take on, the more I am in charge and in control. It's not a part of me I like to look at, but it won't leave me alone. Am I really that desperate in need of a self image boost? Am I that pathetic?

On the brightside, I went thrift store-in today, to see if I could score a good used monitor or anything else of value. I only made one good find, but what a find it was. The first store I stopped at, The ARC, there it was just sitting there waiting for me. In almost perfect condition, a hard cover bound Complete Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, containing all five Hitchhiker stories. I love Douglas Adams, and have read most of the HHGTTG books, but to find this for only $4.49, made the whole trip worthwhile. Sometimes it is the small things that make life worth going on. Now I just have to make time to read it all - again..and make sure I don't forget my towel.

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