Secrets, epiphanies and random mish-mash

Sorry that I've been AWOL for a few. I've had a lot going on (yeah, yeah ... don't we all). But seriously, I have.

Hey, guess what?  I have secrets. Yes, I know it's difficult to believe that I can keep anything to myself with as much "sharing" as I do on here, but I do have a couple of good, juicy secrets right now.  One of them I will hopefully be able to share soon, the other one, I most definitely will not.  It does make me feel naughty, though, telling you that I have a secret that I won't share. It's almost as good as sharing it. :)

Moving on ... I was talking to a friend this week about my recent epiphany that I need to leave some sort of legacy behind. I guess it's not really an epiphany; I've always wanted to make a mark on this world. It's more of a "come to Jesus" with my future self that I'd better get off my ass and figure out how I'm going to leave this world a better place than I found it on July 3, 1970 at around 8:32 a.m.  I mean, seriously. People were starting to wear hot pants, Michael Jackson had the #1 song and some maniac thief was President. It shouldn't be TOO difficult to kick 1970's ass, right?

He told me that my writing could be my legacy. I'm not sure that he's actually read my blog, but I guess it leaves some sort of legacy, or bad taste ... whatever you want to call it. :)

So, what am I going to do? I know I've talked about this before, but I'm still looking for some good ideas here, people!

I have one great friend who is a liberal, tree-hugging freak like me and is always willing to volunteer her time for the greater good. She has talked me in to judging a science fair next month (pause for laughter). Anyone who knows me knows that my experience with science projects went about as far as what I could mix with vodka without poisoning myself, but I'm going to give it a try! She assured me that there will be other scores and that my lack of scientific knowledge won't destroy these young, noble minds. I'll report the outcome, don't you worry.

I guess I need to close with random mish-mash since that's what I decided the title would be, so I'll give you this - I'm 99% sure I could never be a swinger. I appreciate the concept, but I can't willingly let some other woman perform unmentionable sexual favors for my man. Now ... if I were completely over him and didn't want to perform unmetionable sexual favors for him myself, that's another story.  That's why I left that 1% possibility in there ... :)

Peace, love and juicy secrets, friends!