ammogirl

I was feeling a little out of sorts yesterday, you know, more tired than usual, hot, headachy…but it wasn’t until after I took a short nap that left me feeling, if possible, LESS refreshed than I had felt pre nap that I realized I had the bird flu.  "Well, crap," thought I (or maybe I said it - I WAS a bit delirious, you know) "BIRD flu…certainly NOT fabulous!" and then I spent the rest of the evening writing good bye letters to members of my family.  Which is why I didn’t post yesterday. What! It’s true. 

I did happen to make it out of my room today though; as you are all aware, now is the time of year when people, good intentions well in hand, make their way to the store to buy what is possibly the lamest card ever: yes, I speak of Father’s Day Cards.  Dads, I feel sorry for you, because I truly feel that when it comes to cards, you have gotten the short end of the stick.  Fathers day cards aren’t pretty!  They aren’t cute!  They come in four colors only: brown, hunter green, black or grey.  They all have gold writing.  And every single damn one of them features either a fishing pole, golf clubs, an old car, or a duck decoy.  And, if you are like me, and are stationed at Kunsan AB, these cards are also written entirely in Spanish.  It is apparent that there might have been a bit of a purchasing mix-up at the ol’ AAFES warehouse, because there are two sections for Father’s Day cards set up, but the section just to the right of the Spanish selection?  The section that I can only assume is supposed to contain cards written in English?  It’s empty.  And not like sold-out empty, where there are one or two really horrible cards left over for last minute shoppers.  No.  Empty as in NEVER FULL TO BEGIN WITH.  So, Dad.  Let it be known that I am holding out a bit, but if it comes down to the wire (the wire being 9 June), you had better habla espanol, if you want to read your Tarjetas de Día del Padre.  I’m just sayin.

After the BX, I came home still feeling a little like crap and decided, "Eh. I’ll just put in Saturday Night Fever - maybe I can take a nap." Now, I realize it’s an old movie, but sadly, until today, I had not yet seen this brilliant piece of cinematic work.  You guys, WHY did no one ever tell me ABOUT THIS MOVIE? The dancing, oh lord.  Is that what disco-ing people DID?  REALLY? Oh, how utterly fantastic!  The level of cheese required, that absolute showy ridiculousness?  Do you not see???? I WAS BORN TO DISCO!!!!  In fact, as soon as the credits rolled, I felt energized!  I was rejuvenated!  Completely HN51 free, I immediately jumped up and practiced my boogie.  I might even venture to say…Disco-ing could possibly become…the new Kah-rah-tay.

Also, the BeeGees are bad ass.  I must admit I was a bit surprised when "How Deep Is Your Love" started up and I knew every word…but then I remembered that when I was in the fifth grade, two girlfriends and I sung it for the School Christmas Program.  That and "Open Arms" by Journey, and no, I don’t know what exactly either of those songs had to do with Christmas…but I digress.  The BeeGees are the sound track to my life of Boogie.  But it’s not just them!  Look at these songs!  I will not linger long on the fact that I am old enough to remember them all, but instead will lament the fact that I wasn’t old enough to fully appreciate them then!  Sighhh…I was meant to be the Dancing Queen.

I now have one purpose in life: to bring back disco.

CIAO!