Yay. Holiday Cheer. Get me a Beer.

My best friend in the world had an asthma attack at her mother’s house on Christmas. Severe enough for them to call the paramedics and have them drive her to the hospital. If she had the attack alone, it probably would have killed her.

She’s been there since Friday. It’s Saturday now. I HOPE that she’ll be out tomorrow, but I am not sure. [UPDATE: She sounds much better and probably will be out of the infirmary of the health impaired tomorrow. ‘Bout damn time, I say.]

I found out a couple of hours after I wrote the note below. *sigh*

Worst. Christmas. Ever.

The Questions That May Never Be Answered…

How do I achieve popularity?

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?

Does this dress make me look fat?

Do you think I need to lose some of my beer belly?

Where is the person I am supposed to be with?

What is the meaning of life, if we all just end up dead?

Why is a man in Marine dress blues so hot?  (Sorry, Jules, they are!)

Why isn’t stupidity painful?

Why do beautiful and good people get horrible diseases? 

The last question popped in my mind as I was watching Oprah.  Michael J. Fox was on….and I couldn’t help but feel sorrow for him and his family.  He has changed so much.  He shuffled onto the stage and even as he was talking with Oprah, I could see him rock back and forth uncontrollably.

Parkinson’s is a horrific disease.  Read up on it here.  Words fail me.

Worth Watching…