Happy Birthday and Happy New Year!
No, it’s not my birthday. That’s October 8. I’m a Libra: diplomatic and urbane, romantic and charming, easygoing and sociable, idealistic and peaceable. Sounds just like me. (Perfect, right? Not like the Libra negatives:indecisive and changeable, gullible and easily infuenced, flirtatious and self-indulgent, which cut a little too close to the bone.)
But it’s MRMR’s second anniversary, which makes this blog a Capricorn:practical and prudent, ambitious and disciplined, patient and careful,humorous and reserved. (The dark side of Capricorn says pessimistic and fatalistic,miserly and grudging, but my idealistic Libra self won’t pay any attention to that. My husband is a Capricorn, by the way. Pity me.)MRMR—two whole years of me nattering on and on on the Internet. Amazing. Or something.
So, it’s time to celebrate the New Year and this portentious anniversarial event with the promised naked men and a contest. What’s your sign, baby? How true are its attributes to you? Do you read your horoscope every day? Do you believe in the Zodiac or think it’s a bunch of B.S.? I’m reading Gallileo’s Daughter by Dava Sobel right now. When Gallileo discovered new heavenly bodies, it didn’t only just affect the Catholic Church and its earth-centric teachings. All doctors in Gallileo’s time were well-versed in astrology, as they needed to cast their patients’ horoscopes and mix up their medicines ‘at the right time.’ With new stuff in the sky, they had to throw out their charts and start fresh. Just another reason to be grateful to live in the 21st century and get our drugs on demand in the drive-thru instead of waiting for the moon to be in Venus or wherever.
One commenter will get some things from my romance stash, and a book thong made with my very own romantic—if clumsy—hands.
Happy New Year (and happy birthday today, Terri)! Party all week long and check back on January 7 when I announce the winner and ponder the wonders of the universe without a telescope.
New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday. ~Charles Lamb