Bernie, Dotty, and bedtime.

I’ve been thinking about a lot of things to write about lately so this post might turn out to be a big jumble of unrelated topics… or I might just start with one and go to bed. After all, it is 3:30 AM.

Bernie Mac died.  This was a complete shock, of course, to everyone who was a fan, not to mention his family, no doubt.  I feel sad and I feel selfishly cheated, as well.  I was looking forward to the possibility of another Ocean’s movie, but now I hope they don’t make one without him.  I had written earlier that I wished those movies would go on forever, but just thinking how Carl Reiner might be getting to the point where he wouldn’t be around to act much longer, being that he’s nearly 90. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that a fifty year old man would predecease him.  Eliot Gould will be 70 this month, so that wouldn’t have been shocking, but 50 is so young!  I’ll be 50 in less than seven years… YIKES!!!  Anyway, I hate when things like this happen.  My heart goes out to Bernie’s family and friends.  He will be dearly missed by many.

On a completely unrelated subject, I’m trying to decide how I feel about a certain situation with someone I’m close to.  This person, we’ll call her Dotty, is splitting with her husband.  Dotty is around 40 years old and has an eight year old daughter.  She has started seeing a guy who is only 25.  Now, normally I would say that age doesn’t matter and I really believe that for the most part, but if the 25 year old acts like a 25 year old kid instead of a 25 year old man, then I’m a bit bothered.  Dotty acts a bit immature herself, especially when she’s around him and I’m thinking that is what bothers me more.  When I’m with them together I cringe.  But, when I’m not with them and just thinking about the relationship, I think, “Why not?  Go for it while you can, Dotty.”  Just keep him away from your daughter… I hope she does.  I think she’s fooling herself thinking that her daughter likes him and that he likes her daughter.  Not that he doesn’t like her daughter, but I’m sure he prefers things when she isn’t around.  As long as I never hear her say she loves him and she never let’s him sleep in her house when her daughter is home, I will just keep to myself (except for the occassional talking behind her back with my husband or a couple other people, that is.)

I know I was going to add more.  This post has become boring already and I can’t keep my eyes open much longer.  I’m going to leave it like this for the night and maybe add more tomorrow.  I wanted to talk about Big Brother, maybe the Olympics, and school vacations, but you’ll just have to wait.  Sorry   (Like you really care). 

Peace.