On Sunday, April 29th, my husband and I will celebrate our first wedding anniversary!

-It's been one crazy, magical year. I'm one very lucky woman!

BTW, honey... if you're reading this... if you come to your senses before Friday, you can still fly to Florida and file an annulment. BUT PLEASE DON'T!!! -Your loving wife.

So, I had this discussion with my mother about the future of Social Security. She seems to be under the impression that everything is A-OK. I am utterly shocked at her optimism. I'm kinda wondering what kind of rock she's been living under. I'm certain that she is equally shocked at my pessimism. She sent me an article this morning from AARP that basically states that the SSA has this huge surplus and has been investing that money in sound bonds and that there will be plenty of money coming out of the federal tit to support the baby boomers in the luxury that they have grown accustomed to. Essentially... a federal lake house complete with jacuzzi and scenic view for every old fart.

I have an equally skewed view of the future. I'm thinking that old people will be eating soilent green. I see geriatric labor camps in our future. I see back alley medical facilities run by ex-cab drivers. I'm thinking that the baby boomers among us, had best be investing, and I'm not talking low risk bonds. I worry about how I'm going to take care of my parents. I'm thinking that my sad investment portfolio is only designed to barely support me, after I retire at the age 92. How in the hell am I going to take care of my parents? What kind of burden am I passing down to my daughter? I'm thinking I need to have 8 children just to help offset the cost of all my friends who aren't having kids. Who's gonna support us? The majority of the breeders of my generation seemed to have had kids as broke ass teeenagers. I think of the Walmart shoppers across America... those people are the real future of this country. The people with 2 kids standing up in the cargo area of their blue carts.... these people are responsible for the economic future of America.

Ok, so maybe my view of the future is way more skewed than my mothers. But these are the things that keep me up at night. These are the things that gave me gray hair in my early twenties. These are the things my mother and I will never see eye to eye on.

The 19th annual AIDS WALK Kansas City will be held Saturday, April 28th at Theis Park, located at 47th and Oak Streets, just south of the Nelson-Atkins Museum.

Registration begins at 8:00 a.m.
Stage entertainment and Welcoming
Ceremonies commence at 9:00 a.m.
and at 10 a.m. sharp, WE WALK!

http://www.aidswalkkansascity.org/

I'll be walking in memory of my dear friend, Jessa Cook. You can sponser me at
http://www.firstgiving.com/bahia

If you're walking, let me know! Grace and I would love some company.

"Ok... I'm rolling initiative for my Paladin, my thief/magic user is hiding in shadows and my cleric is casting bless."



Man... life has gotten too complicated. I yearn for the simplicity of summer long campaigns. Eight hour sessions of coffee, rolling dice, pizza and Doritos. "No scionicists allowed, dude!" "No a gnome can't be a paladin... are you high?" "Armor piercing arrows? What do you think this is? James Bond?"

*sigh*

I really miss those days.

Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity hoppity,
Easter's on its way

Bringin' ev'ry girl and boy
A basketful of Easter joy
Things to make your Easter
Bright and gay

He's got jelly beans for Tommy
Colored eggs for sister Sue
There's an orchid for your mommy
And an Easter bonnet too. Oh!

Here' comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppity
Happy Easter Day

Look at him hop and listen to him say,
"Try to do the things you should"
Maybe if you're extra good
He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way

You'll wake up on Easter morning
And you'll know that he was there
When you find those choc'late bunnies That he's hiding ev’rywhere, Oh!

Here' comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppity
Happy Easter Day.