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AND I CARE WHY?
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emotional vomit: phr. (ih-mo'-she-nal vah'-mit)
1. A condition were the response to a simple seemingly harmless question results in the person you are speaking to telling you every detail about their life. Episodes last from thirty seconds to fifteen minutes. May be reoccuring over a series a time.
This may come off harsher than I intend it, but I do think that some people have a serious problem with emtionally vomitting on people. I can come off as aloof or snobbish because I don't chit chat with people. This is not because I am actually aloof or snobbish. Perhaps selective in who I speak to, but not for any negative reasons.
This doesn't mean that if your my friend, that I don't care to know about every detail of your life. What it does mean is that if you just met me 5 five minutes ago and I already know how long ago you broke up with your first husband and that you're lactose intolerant. Then... it's too much!
You see, I've been told that I am rather easy going and it's easy for people to open up to me. I guess I come of as unassuming and sincere. That's a great compliment. Yet, sometimes what happens is that some people will decide that because of such they can tell me their life story in a fast paced breathless stream of nouns and verbs.
Case in point... Exhibit A: After Chris telling me that I can be be rude sometimes by not small talking with people in the grocery line, or waitresses, etc... I made an effort to speak with a local super market bagboy as I was leaving Hy Vee. He sighed rather auidbly and I was feeling chatty so I casually said, and I quote "Long day?" To which he responded with a harrowing tale of how he was late to work because his car was out of gas and he had to get a ride, he didn't have the money to fill up his car with gas because he went to the ATM to get money and he was robbed. I rebuttled with the fac that the day was almost over (being that it was 10pm). No, his day was just starting he just got to work and was going to be there for another 6 hours.
Granted... I caught him on a bad day, but would you just tell that to anyone?
Exhibit B: I order PZone's again tonight and after a while of waiting for them to be delivered I heard a dull thud against my window. Not beign real sure I actually heard it, I went to another room and used that window to peer outside. There was the Pizza Hut delivery guy looking for more ammunition to toss at my window. 1) Why didn't he ring the buzzer? 2) How did he know that the window he was throwing at was the right one? Am I infamous with Pizza Hut? So I grab my money and take it down to him and startle him in his search for more pine cones to hurl at my window. He explained what he was doing and asked me how the door buzzer worked. I politely explained. He then went on to tell me that he doesn't have his cell phone or he would have just called. Yet, he doesn't have money to pay the bill right now, which is why he is working as a delivery driver to pay his cell phone bill. I'm sorry to say that the tip I gave him was probably not going to put him much closer to getting his cell phone back. |
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ROSES ARE RED POTATOES ARE BROWN
Stolen from the friend of a friend. I like the sentiment. It's almost poetry.
roses only last like a couple weeks
and that's if you leave them in water
and they really only exist to be pretty
so that's like saying
"my love for you is transitory and based solely on your appearance"
but a potato!
potatos last for fucking ever, man
in fact, not only will they not rot, they actually grow shit even if you just leave them in the sack
that part alone makes it a good symbol
but there's more!
there are so many ways to enjoy a potato! you can even make a battery with it!
and that's like saying "i have many ways in which I show my love for you"
and potatos may be ugly, but they're still awesome
so that's like saying "it doesn't matter at all what you look like, I'll still love you"
IN OTHER NEWS...
I am addicted to infomercials. I don't purchase things from them. I don't watch them like a shop-a-holic. I just find some of them very entertaining. Some of the best comedy programs out there are old women getting their eyebrows waxed. They try so hard not to flinch when they host rips hair follicles from sensitive areas of their bodies.
Sadist...? Nah. I enjoy watching people use cooking products just as much. I don't know how people can be so enthusiastic over the RonCo Rotisseire or Food Dehydrator. Let's not forget the Juiceman Juicer. Who wouldn't trust someone with THIS look on their face.
But the infomercial I just recent cause an advertisement for... (Can you advertise for an informercial?) ...Actually frightened me a little. It was for Call Of The Wild. Not the Jack London novel... This was about animals getting it on. Ok... It's 3-ish in the morning and I had the SciFi channel on... So I can only imagine who their target audience might be. The testimonials were what scared me the most tho. Young, attractive men and women talking about how this was the best video ever. One gent remarked on how entertaining it was to watch the giraffes slap each other with their necks/head before they "got it on." A young lady was blown away when she watched it at her friends bachelorette party.
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!?!? Slow Saturday night? Couldn't afford a stripper? Even an unsexy stripper? I don't know quite what to say... I hope I never run into any of these folks at the zoo.
THANKS FOR THANKSGIVING
What are you thankful for?
-I am thankful for friends.
-I am thankful for those who have been there and put up with my ups and down.
-I am thankful for people who are now friends who have been honest with me even tho it was a sad and painful thing to do, but the best thing to do overall.
-I am thankful for having the opportunities that I have had. Whether they have been at work or play.
-I am thankful for the happy times knowing that each one is a stand-alone great moment.
-I am thankful for family who despite age and ailing health in the past, remain active and healthy today.
-I am thankful for being...
Enjoy your holiday! No matter how or who you spend it with, make the best you can of every moment.
THE DREAMY DREAM OF DREAMS
Mike asked me the other day if I still write about my dreams in my blog. I told him I intended to, but that I had not had a dream that I remember lately.
When I was studying up on dreams for a research paper in college, I'd read that if you remember your dreams the next morning you probably didn't finish it. The ones you 'complete' you don't typically remember. You worked through whatever it was your dream was there to play out for.
So... I had two vivid dreams last night. One a little more surreal than the other.
The first... I was back in Nebraska City riding my back around town as I was prone to do occasionally. I came to the top of a hill near my house where you cane see a good portion of the city. I always liked the top of that hill. Between the lights at night and the view on a foggy day where it just hangs over the city.
Ok... So anyway, I'm standing at the top of this hill and I look down the hill where there are some train tracks and a bridge. There were too large gorillas swinging around down there on wires and ropes and jumping from building to building.
I had my camera with me and I wanted to get a photo but I was afraid they'd see me and come after me if I took a snapshot. One of them must've heard me moving around or something because he started moving slowly towards me. I booked it! I went into the nearest house and just knocked and walked on in. "Hi. Don't mind me. I'm just trying to get away from a giant gorilla."
We're not talking like gorilla sized gorilla. We're talking Mighty Joe sized gorillas.
As the gorilla approached the house... the dream ended. I didn't wake up freaked out. I just woke up.
Second dream... It was a combination dream of Survivor and The Real World. For some reason us 'Survivors' were asked to move from our island outdoor retreat to stay inside a run down abandoned looked shanty for awhile. I remember a couple a people from the current season of Survivor Pearl Island as well as some people from past seasons of The Real World.
There was some form of contest that I won along with one of the other contestants. We ended up winning a trip to Venice Italy as a result. Woo woo!!
I never got a chance to vote anyone off or even get to Venice... :-( Oh well. There was some miscellaneous gossip and rumors about who was going to be voted off, but the dream didn't last that long.
I woke up before then.
Yeah... I know. I'm all about wild dreams. :-) Live in my head for a while. It's fun there.
AND I CARE WHY?
emotional vomit: phr. (ih-mo'-she-nal vah'-mit)
1. A condition were the response to a simple seemingly harmless question results in the person you are speaking to telling you every detail about their life. Episodes last from thirty seconds to fifteen minutes. May be reoccuring over a series a time.
This may come off harsher than I intend it, but I do think that some people have a serious problem with emtionally vomitting on people. I can come off as aloof or snobbish because I don't chit chat with people. This is not because I am actually aloof or snobbish. Perhaps selective in who I speak to, but not for any negative reasons.
This doesn't mean that if your my friend, that I don't care to know about every detail of your life. What it does mean is that if you just met me 5 five minutes ago and I already know how long ago you broke up with your first husband and that you're lactose intolerant. Then... it's too much!
You see, I've been told that I am rather easy going and it's easy for people to open up to me. I guess I come of as unassuming and sincere. That's a great compliment. Yet, sometimes what happens is that some people will decide that because of such they can tell me their life story in a fast paced breathless stream of nouns and verbs.
Case in point... Exhibit A: After Chris telling me that I can be be rude sometimes by not small talking with people in the grocery line, or waitresses, etc... I made an effort to speak with a local super market bagboy as I was leaving Hy Vee. He sighed rather auidbly and I was feeling chatty so I casually said, and I quote "Long day?" To which he responded with a harrowing tale of how he was late to work because his car was out of gas and he had to get a ride, he didn't have the money to fill up his car with gas because he went to the ATM to get money and he was robbed. I rebuttled with the fac that the day was almost over (being that it was 10pm). No, his day was just starting he just got to work and was going to be there for another 6 hours.
Granted... I caught him on a bad day, but would you just tell that to anyone?
Exhibit B: I order PZone's again tonight and after a while of waiting for them to be delivered I heard a dull thud against my window. Not beign real sure I actually heard it, I went to another room and used that window to peer outside. There was the Pizza Hut delivery guy looking for more ammunition to toss at my window. 1) Why didn't he ring the buzzer? 2) How did he know that the window he was throwing at was the right one? Am I infamous with Pizza Hut? So I grab my money and take it down to him and startle him in his search for more pine cones to hurl at my window. He explained what he was doing and asked me how the door buzzer worked. I politely explained. He then went on to tell me that he doesn't have his cell phone or he would have just called. Yet, he doesn't have money to pay the bill right now, which is why he is working as a delivery driver to pay his cell phone bill. I'm sorry to say that the tip I gave him was probably not going to put him much closer to getting his cell phone back.
THIS BL_G BR_UGHT T_ Y_U BY THE LETTER '_'
I can't imagine what the biggest sentence is that I can write and cease using a certain letter that the alphabet has, that is the fifteenth letter in the alphabet. This may be quite difficult and painstakingly tiring writing, yet it is kinda entertaining trying yet making sure I will skip a certain circular shaped letter. Why try this? I have little entertaining me at the time. Shall I keep it up? I shan't. Perhaps later...
ANDY ROONEY, ADDITIONS, AND ACCUSATIONS
Looking back on my posts from yesterday I realized that for was much as I was NOT trying to sound like an old fart... I ended up sounding like an old fart!! Mike joking told me to grow old gracefully after the music rant I went on. Between ranting about the names of musical genres and my upstairs neighbor, Stella, getting her groove back, I'm pretty sure that I am a soggy newspaper and long line at the bank away from being Andy Rooney. Soon you'll find me blogging about the color of chocolate bars... or why it's called "fast food drive thru." It's neither fast, and you really just coast, stop, coast, stop your way up to the window.
But I digress...
You may have noticed a few additions to the blog link list on the side. I added a couple blogs that I have noticed on others sites. They are usually pretty funny or worth a good read every so often. My friend Jay has been sucked into the blogging world. I think he has a great mind that is full of good things to say. As an aspiring writer, I think he will have a nice style to what he has to say. I know he won't get much into the daily Q&A type memes or comical quizzes, but we'll see. Give him time.
Ok... What the hell is up with Michael Jackson!? The latest I'd read about him was that he has a warrant for his arrest for multiple charges of child molestation. Mike & I were discussing this earlier today and he asked if I had already convicted him in my mind. (not quoting) I think that at the very least I am surprised he still has kids. Granted for as rich and eccentric as he is, I doubt that he is the one that is running baths for them or reads them bedtime stories. I might be wrong. He might be a real Ward Cleaver, but let's be real folks...
Besides, wouldn't Jacko reading you a bedtime story be a little disconcerting RIGHT before you go to sleep? Circus carousel music playing in the background from his personal theme park. Then to have your 'dad' be Michael Jackson, and him reading a bedtime story!! WOWZA!! Tim Burton couldn't write a more charmingly frightening scene.
So do I think he's guilty? Hard to say... I don't have any evidence and I doubt I'm going to be picked for jury duty if it comes to that. He settled the last suit. So is it money hungry parents who are using their children to gain wealth? Is it Michael Jackson's status as an eccentric celebrity that is leaving him an open target? Or is he actually a child molester? Maybe a little from each column (especially if he dresses his children like HE dresses. Does Granimals or Baby Gap make double breasted sequined suits or rhinestone bedazzled jumpers and overalls?) Once again a Tim Burton scene I'm sure...
At the very least I am surprised that his children have not been removed from the home. Maybe they don't physically live with him enough that it is an issue. Having worked with, and spoke with, both sides of the fence of people who deal with child abusers, I would think that they would be questioned about their Father's activities at the very least. If not removed and put into foster homes for a short period of time. If Paula Poundstone has her younglings taken away while she cleans up her act, then I'm sure he would.
Maybe wealth affords him a certain status. If that is the case, then shame on the California Child Protective System for NOT doing more about it. I'm more curious about that side of this whole thing than Michael latest courtroom antics. Which I'm sure there will be some off.
Taking bets now... Will he:
A) Get sick and vomit while in court
B) Have either Liza or David Gest speak out on his behalf
C) Wear a mask or veil
D) Pull of his face (what's left of it) and reveal that he is actually a human alien hybrid that is slowly decomposing
Check with your local bookie for Vegas Odds.
FOGEY ROCK
When away from my computer at home, I will typically use either Yahoo or Netscapes online radios stations to entertain myself. I like the stations that play a nice mix of 80s, 90s, and today (I sound like a radio station ad). Train, Oasis, Matchbox 20, Sheryl Crow, Natalie Merchant, Travis... etc... I do like some of the harder edged music, White Stripes, Korn, Jimmy Eat World, and the like. What gets me is when the type of music I liked went from fresh artists to Adult Alternative? I don't recall getting a memo that said once I turned 25 the bands and artists I like will now be known as adult alternative.
Yet both of the stations I listen to on the computer are titled Adult Alternative. What's in a name? Yes, I am an adult (according to my driver's license). Yes I like alternative music. My curiosity is... alternative to what type of music? It's like the first time I caught myself humming along to the tune played in the grocery store. I think I died a little inside. My type of music was now MUZAC!
While I consider myself to a be a large consumer of music and quite familiar with a wide variety of musicians, there is something to be said for a person when they are groovin' in Super Target while shopping. (besides "crazy")
My problem is not an issue about getting older, or feeling older. Think about it this way... Being a Gen X'er myself, consider the music our parents grew up on. At some point it went from being Rock 'n' Roll to Classic Rock. That's quite a jump. It gives it a whole new meaning. I think it is similar to going from alternative to adult alternative.
Wow... what a meaningless tirade that was.
♪... WHEN I LOOK TO THE SKY ...♪ music to get me through the tough times
When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye
And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go
Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here
And every word I didn't say that caught up in some busy day
And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn't dance before
And every sunset that we'll miss I'll wrap them all up in a kiss
And pick you up in all of this when I sail away
Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plane overhead
Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly
But with you I can spread my wings
to see me over everything that life may send me
When I am hoping it won't pass me by
And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me
there you are to show me
BOWMP CHICK-A CHICK-A BOWMP CHICK-A CHICK-A
Tuesday I didn't set my alarm clock. I had Pamela & Tommy Lee making a feature film in the apartment above me.
Well, it wasn't ACTUALLY them, but it might as well have been... I had my alarm set for 1PM (It's my day off, ok?!?!) and was awoke by the new girl who moved in upstairs playing mattress mouseketeer with her beau. I was tempted to break out the soft core porn music cd and give them some music to grind away. I opted not too after thinking of the handicapped lady who lives below me and what SHE might wonder...
I suppose in the larger picture it isn't too bad really. I don't work typical hours. So if I slept overnight like a normal person and was woke up at 2 in the morning by that, it would be a different story. So actaully, they were being 'kind' by saving the nookie till noon.
Either way... I'm gonna run out of slippers to toss at the ceiling if they keep at it during the day when I am trying to sleep.
RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS ALWAYS GET ME DOWN
Ok... actually neither rainy days OR Mondays typically get me down. Not just by themselves that is.
I love the rain. I often tell myself if I ever moved out of Nebraska I'd want to move to Seattle. Something about the fresh green and rainy feel of everything that I enjoy. I don't mind the gray. Don't get my wrong. I like the sunshine, as much as my fair complexion may tell otherwise. I just don't get all seasonal affective by the gray dreariness like some may.
There was a storm last night around 4am. Chad was up to watch it. He's got a great view from his patio deck. I'm sure it was pretty cool. I was asleep by then, but a nice clap of thunder woke me up. It took me a minute or two to realize what it was that woke me, let alone then to figure out that it was raining.
There was always something fascinating about the rain even growing up. After a big storm the sky would have an old fashioned yellow hue to it. The trees would be very still. The smell of dampness had permeated the air. It wasn't humid. It was just cool enough that you might need a jacket if you were outside for any length of time. When I mentioned about my favorite time of year... that spring into summer season. That would be the type of rain that would happen then. That was the type of day that today seemed like
Quite nice...
Enjoy the weather while you can. Open the windows and turn on your favorite song. Sit on your porch and breathe in the air. Just enjoy it anyway you can.
TOUCHÉ
Well, I'm back from the fencing tournament I was so excited for.
First, let's back up a couple steps... Saturday night I was up too damned late. After dinner with Jay, I went over to Chris's for a while. Played Mario Party and had a few beverages, then we decided that we needed to hit the casino for a little bit. I ended up getting home and in bed by 3:30AM (With a 8:45AM wake up time to be in Sioux City by 11). No problem.... typically.
I was not tired at all. I just was a lump there in bed, wide awake, listening to the clock tick, making shadow puppets on the wall from the surprisingly bright light from the alarm clock.
4... 5... 6... I think I finally fell asleep around 6:30 knowing the alarm would be going off in a little more than two hours.
Talk about dragging ass!!
Typically I fence better when I'm somewhat tired. That's because I'm usually so tight and rigid when I fence, so when I'm tired I've loosened up a bit and go with the flow more.
This was not the case at the tournament. I was loose, but too loose. I was making stupid errors and was tired to the point where I wasn't moving fast enough to get in there and score or get away and not be scored on.
I ended up winning 2 and losing 3 of my seeding round bouts. Then lost 7-15 in my direct elimination match... It was a quick day... Yeah yeah yeah... I know I know. Did I have fun and enjoy myself? Yeah. Yet, I'm a lot more competitive than I out may let on. I want to win. I want to at least do better than I did.
I don't blame the lack of sleep. I don't blame the lack of coach this year. I don't blame anything really other than it just wasn't a good result of a tournament for me.
I'll get 'em next time.
WELCOME BACK MAMBA RIDERS!!! ENJOY YOUR DAY AT WORLDS OF FUN!!!
Long winded... be prepared. If I know you and you have only heard parts of any of these stories... I apologize now for not keeping you more informed. I'm already senile where I don't recall who I've told what too.
My week has somehow seemed like a roller coaster lately. I know I don't have it nearly as stressful or bad as some might. I guess things have been riding high for a while and this last week was just one of those that I wasn't holding on tight for, so I am winding up the week and looking back like I was a bit unprepared.
Work has been decent lately... I feel like I am behind though. I took most of July off for a fencing tournament in Austin, TX and then to see my family in Kentucky. I was a month ahead on employee reviews prior to this vacation. I've never fully caught up since then. So, I'm lagging on that. The people I submit the reviews to are perfectly ok with the rate I've been completing them as they are behind as it is. I guess it's the principle of it all.
There have also been some scheduling issues (not involving myself) that I am hearing about that, while I have no control over I am the sounding board because of my job itself. I'm getting tired of hearing them, because there is nothing that can or will be done about their issues other than just acknowledge as a concern. I feel like I should be the 'champion for the underdog' when it comes to some issues that I'd like to see something done about. So it frustrates me when it's something that nothing can be done about yet it is an issue.
Chad and I had dinner at P.F. Chang's on Tuesday. I want my den or study to look like that place. I've been there a couple times now and I try to get something different each time. Chad had roasted duck while I had mongolian beef. I'd never had duck before so I sneaked a piece. It had a turkey-esque taste to it. I should've dipped it in sauce or something. Different... Not sure if I'd want a whole serving of it, tho. My mongolian beef was very good. Whatever the sauce is that they use is just really really tasty. Later that evening after watching Finding Nemo, Chad and I had an important discussion. Important in the respect that, while things are still flying high... a new job, new schedule, and not enough time to do all the things you want to do can be frustrating. I feel bad. Yet, while there isn't too much I can do to change how quickly routines can get back to some semblance of normal... I don't like feeling helpless. I was unprepared for how I would feel as a result. Yet, like I said. We had an important and personally cathartic discussion. God bless communication! ;-) I recommend it for all!!
It's already Mid-November and I've not done any Christmas shopping. Mainly because I've not got my Christmas Club check yet from the local credit union. They take out money each pay check and it is untouchable till next October when they give you a nice lump sum, with the intent it being used for Christmas. It is November 14th and I am just now getting it. That is two weeks worth of shopping I could've had under my belt. Daddy has the gleam of Super Target in his eye. (Sorry Chad... still not on the Wal-Mart bandwagon yet. ;-) Maybe someday.)
I've got a fencing tournament this weekend in Sioux City and that will be good. It should be a good release of energy as well. There is nothing quite like taking a sword and jabbing it at another person all in sport. Great therapy! So be thinking about me Sunday afternoon as I kick some ass.
Ok... I've certainly rambled on enough. If you've read this far. Thank you for your time. If any of this was new news. My apologies.
NO SOUP FOR YOU
Ok… While I didn’t order soup, you get the general idea.
I have been a long time fan of a particular pizza delivery service. I won’t name names, but let’s just say that these ‘hut’ shaped restaurants have some of the best pizza that I can think of. While I am not a snob of other chains… when it comes down to personal preference, I go with the same place.
I called Pizza Hut (oops… I wasn’t going to name names. Oh well…) and was going to order a couple P’Zones. I’ve been craving them for a while now. I usually can fill my P’Zone void when we go to Old Chicago for lunches at work. Lately we’ve not gone. So I call Pizza Hut and place an order for delivery. The very nice man told me that they were out of them for the night. It was 730 almost 745. That seemed sorta early to run out of an item, but what did I know. They did just have coupons come out. Maybe there was a rush. I ended up ordering a very nice supreme pizza and some breadsticks. Yum!
Call me stubborn… Again on Wednesday of this week I call Pizza Hut with the intent of ordering P’Zones. I still hadn’t filled that craving. I called and the girl who answered, Sarah, was very polite even tho you could tell they were obviously busy. I try and place my order for a couple P’Zones. She takes my order start to get my coupon info, and then I can hear a guy in the background holler, “We’re not making P’Zones tonight.”
It’s 630pm! What do you mean you aren’t making P’Zones? At this point poor Sarah is fumbling for words, trying to apologize. She doesn’t say they don’t carry them at that location. Simply that they aren’t making them tonight. She does her best and offers something else. I decline and hang up. I felt kinda bad for Sarah playing middle-woman like that.
Now, I’m not sure what gets me more… the fact that I’ve called twice and they didn’t have them either time. Or the fact that this time the guy sounded very much like they just weren’t going to make any tonight. It was 630 in the evening? If it was a rush that made them run out last week, do you think they could plan ahead better and have more semi-prepared, or however they make them.
It is because I spent five years in fast food my own self that I didn’t get upset with Sarah. One, it’s not her fault and she has no control over it. Two, I know what it’s like to be on the other end of that line and get chewed out for something like that. I’d be thinking what the hell is wrong that I had to have my way. I'm not going to blow up over pizza.
Yet, the fact remains of what the man said. That’s what gets me. They weren’t making P’Zones tonight. Did the P’Zone guy not show up for work? Did they lose the standard operating procedure on making P’Zones?
I ended up popping a cardboard box pizza in the oven, folding it over, and stapling it. Thus giving the illusion of a calzone. It wasn’t the same. The question is now… Do I try again another day or resign myself to the fact that there is a Pizza Hut out there that seems to have it in for making a love connection between myself and a P'Zone. Hrmm...
IT'S BEEN A BAD DAY. PLEASE DON'T TAKE OUR PICTURE
Actually, that title is not so much a personal reflection as it is just a statement about the state of affairs lately. I've not wrote about an article lately. Mainly, because I can't stand watching or even reading the news anymore. I didn't a whole lot before for the same reason as now. It's just too depressing. I typically get my news from MSNBC, CNN, and Yahoo websites. And everyday it is the same thing... Another suicide bomber in a Middle Eastern country.
It got so bad there that was beginning to question whether or not the news articles were actually even updating. They all seemed the same for a while there. They still do.
Thus the title is referring to the media in general. I know that the events they report on are serious and affect us all as a global citizen. Yet, I can't help but think that it would be nice to hear some good news every so often.
I don't need sugary sweet kitty rescued from tree stories to lift me up. Just a simple Human Interest story about something uplifting every once in a while. Break up the constant headlines about what zealot spread himself across two acres with ACME dynamite like Wile E. Coyote, with the occasional piece about ANYTHING else. If you read my post the other day about me being sappy and the photo slide show that MSNBC had, then you'll understand the kind of things that I'm looking for every now and again. I've got that page bookmarked to serve as a pick me up, as needed.
Sometimes I feel bad about not being more informed about the world I live in. I think that sometimes people can't or don't talk to me about such issues because I don't stay informed. Is it a bad thing that I'd rather People magazine as opposed to USA Today. I feel like the world is a nicer place that way.
FLASHBACKS
Who doesn't like a good laugh?
I was at my Grandparents house and we were going through old photos. I had a good laugh when I came across these gems.
Enjoy them in the fun, cute, spirit that they are intended!!
DICTIONARY DAY
Hinky: adjective (hink-ee)
1. An uneasy, unsettling, or odd feeling that something is 'up' or not as it would typicall be. Can have a positive or negative association.
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