I may have said this to you already because I find myself repeating it often, but my daughter recently suggested I check out the 'for dummies' section at the book store. She meant it so sincerely I couldn't even effuse outrage.The absurdity of an anti-choice ad airing during the Super Bowl, a game where grown men go around simulating war by throwing around a stuffed dead pig and beating the crap out of each other in tight pants and shoulder pads, being labled a 'celebration of life' is apparently not apparent. Really?
On that same subject, I wonder if they'll air those ads for the men and women in uniform watching the game from foreign countries where they are employed killing other people by the hundreds, sometimes thousands, in the name of freedom and justice. Woo hoo. Celebration of life!
CBS is comprised of several tiers of executive morons.
Speaking of morons, is anyone else becoming extremely tired of opposite-party congressmen and women flatly refusing to positively acknowledge the President of the United States when he (or she... someday) says something that everyone agrees is reasonable? It's ignorant, rude, childish, and undignified and that's true whether or not I'm ideologically aligned with the party sitting on its collective rump. I just don't like it, period.
Further, I think clapping like a trained seal after every other sentence the President utters is equally stupid and unnecessary. Is this your most evolved way of expressing support and agreement? Because I'm thinking you could show up to work a few more days out of the year. Maybe be there when some of these issues are being debated and not making the nightly news clip. I hired you to work, not to nod enthusiastically when your head cheerleader shows up. You're embarrassing me. Stop it.
On the issue of embarrassing, am I the only one also embarrased by our national impatience - the fervor of which has begun to mimic the expression of a three year old stomping her feet, sticky fingers clenched, curls matted to a red-faced pout, insisting she wants her snack RIGHT NOW? I say again, and will repeat many times, read a 5th grade social studies book! Read about how long it took for us to establish our freedom, how hard we worked, what we sacrificed, and how we held together - even when we were falling apart. For the love of apple pie, please give everyone a chance to be better and while you're waiting, you be better too. We can solve some of these difficulties, we can use ideas from all points on the circle, and we can agree to disagree without disavowing the other person's patriotism. Grow up, show some patience, and if you can't go sit on your time-out chair and be quiet.
If you ask me how the market's doing you'll get a variety of answers depending on how brain-freezingly-rabid I'm feeling that day. While I'm still rational, I'll tell you the market is really fine. It's just expanded to include a wider array of not-so-traditional sales and transfers. Kind of like how McDonald's now serves burgers and burritos and you can ask for Louisiana hot sauce on the side. You can look at it like it's a problem, or you can have a burrito with some hot sauce and enjoy that for what it is.
Speaking of McDonald's - poignant kid moment: my babies at the counter with their little Christmas gift certificates in their hands looking at the menu in a whole new light - 'what can I afford?' When all was said and done, everybody walked away with an assortment of bad fried food, certificates still in their booklets and big smiles on their faces. If only we could all handle the big decisions that way.
I want everyone to know that I'm making progress, albeit slogging, slow, interrupted progress towards achievement of my resolved goals. This is a vast improvement over years past when I just gave up and ate whatever I wanted and stopped reading, writing or making phone calls in the second week of January. I give it about another 3-5 days. Being awesome is exhausting.
This gal I hardly knew in high school is one of my favorite FB reads because she's got an incredible wit, a warm spirit and a sardonic sense of humor I can totally relate to. A life lesson - get to know as many people as you can - you just never know what you're missing.
Did you say missing? TIME magazine urged me for weeks to renew my subscription and I held off and held off thinking I could renew via my children's school fundraiser (which is how I originated my subscription). Turns out the fundraising catalog didn't have TIME magazine anymore so I finally gave in to the publisher's relentless (and somewhat pining) campaign to make me renew. That was in November. Guess what's missing. So I've been thinking...they should get the 'renew your subscription' team to work on the 'filling your subscription' part. They should pummel me with magazines the way they did with 'CHECK THIS BOX AND GET A DUFFLE BAG!!' offers. I should get a heartfelt letter about how the attached magazine is how I stay connected with the world. And the editor should come hug me and kiss me when he gives me my magazine personally because by the way he was doting on me when he was trying to get me to renew I think we're dating and the separation is killing me.
I've had a bottle of champagne and two gift certificates to a swanky downtown restaurant in my office since Christmastime. A colleague gave them to me as a holiday gift. I just can't seem to think of any reason why I'd take my butt all the way downtown in the freezing cold with bad to poor parking choices and limited menu options (because I can't afford anything there that wouldn't be covered by the gift certificates) as a form of pleasure. This and the twelve million gray hairs in my bangs are the final nails in the coffin where my urban and edgy youth rests quietly. Now if I could just pry those nails open so I could sneak in there and get a nap where no one could find me...
I heard my mother the other day in a way I haven't heard her in a while, not because she hasn't been there, but because I haven't been listening. It was a really sweet moment for me and I'm not sure she got it, but I'm glad I had it. Because two minutes later she had me wanting to run screaming through the streets. Oddly, that feeling was comforting too, in a 'comfy socks' kind of way.
Hope you feel that way when you visit here. It's my great aspiration in life to be someone's comfy sock.
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