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Friday, September 28, 2012

Guess I was a little more riled up than I thought.

Can we take a minute and talk about talking about current events? This morning (like every morning) I had the usual e-mail; Groupons, offers from Redbox, Twitter letting me know that they've found a few people that I might know (HOW?! How do you know that I might know them? What kind of monkey business are you up to Twitter?), and a political forward from a person who I have not heard from in 3.85 years. Guys, I can't explain why, but that one really bugged me.

Oh wait, maybe I can.......

Look, I get forwards, political and otherwise. We all get them. I understand that things are gonna show up in my inbox without an invitation. Everybody has a crazy uncle who sends them crap or a friend who means well and just thought "you ought to know", right? I can live (to an extent) with getting junk from people that I have relationships with, that's what filters are for, but when the only time I hear from you is election season and what you're sending is cuckoo pants and/or extreme, people, you are barking up the wrong tree. I am not your girl. I will not get radical with you.

The senders of these emails presume to know my positions on foreign relations, Medicare, taxes, and race. These aren't the kind of messages you send to someone in an attempt to change their mind, these are the kind of messages that say "Yeah! And here's another reason to hate that guy!" It's not civil discourse, it's mean spirited, and quite often not even accurate.

There are a few things that I don't feel the need to discuss in public, in fact I go out of my way to NOT discuss certain things in public. Things like sex, money, bodily functions, and politics. Lack of discussion does not mean I don't have thoughts on these topics, it only means that, believe it or not, I have boundaries, so it stands to reason, that unless you are pretty close to me, you don't know my views on much, because, while it's true I talk a lot, what I'm saying is usually meaningless drivel. I will talk about politics, with the right people, SOMETIMES. (I will not talk about sex or money or bodily functions {not even with my granny}. Period.) Those times are not at family dinner, or at work, or at CHURCH.  However, the people who send these emails don't care what my views are or if they're offending me (or any of the other people who have the misfortune of being in their address books), they have a message to spread, and by golly they're going to spread it, one vicious mass email at a time.

Here's what I believe. I believe in fairness and compassion, and I believe that they should be extended everyone, even (or especially) those who vote/believe differently than I do. If that's not what you believe then please, for the love of talk radio, take me off your mailing list.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Last night I was at the end of my homework rope. THE END. It felt like homework had been going on for...ev....er with no end in sight and I just wanted to go to bed. I was doing my best to be available just in case someone needed my help (which is a joke because the last time I was able to offer legitimate homework help was around 4th grade) but it was past my regular 10 pm bedtime and I was getting a little bit annoyed that it was taking so long. (Mark my words, someday scientists are going to tell us that many a parent-child relationship was ruined over homework and thus the end of civilization shall come at the hands of an English teacher who asked her students to create their own myth and write a 4 page paper on said myth using 2 similes, 2 metaphors, 2 hyperboles, and 2 examples of alliteration.)

Soooo, I went into the office to make one last plea to hurry the heck up so we could all call it a day and there was my 17 year old son, at the desk, writing his paper, listening to Barry Manilow. Barry Manilow!


He's a funny kid.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Sometimes you just end up with a chicken on your porch

Or a rooster, as I been informed may be the case here. (should I be embarrassed that I can't tell the difference?)

Weird, right?


Friday, September 14, 2012

Have you seen this?

Me too. I watched it like 3 times in a row this morning. (it's a widely known fact that I'm a huge dork)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Sick, but not like Audrey Hepburn

I was going to write a big long post about being sick and the horrors of having a cold, I spent a lot of time dreaming about it while I was in my 2 week NyQuil induced coma, but the thing about dreams (mine anyway) is when you drag them out into the cold harsh florescent light of your kitchen (which seems way harsher after your husband changes the bulbs but doesn't get the exact bulbs that you had before, what's up with that?!) they tend to lose a little something. Or a lot of something, depending on your NyQuil dosage.

Basically it was this~ got a cold, it got worse, took to my bed, didn't help, had a tense conversation with my husband that ended with me grudgingly agreeing to go to the Dr, went to the Dr., paid my copay, Dr said "looks like you have a cold", sent "I told you so" text to my husband in all caps, waited 5 more days, felt better. The end.

Moving along.....

I'm pretty sure I'm going to cut my hair. I've been wavering for a some time now, I've had the same hair style for several years and I think it's time for a change. These recent days on my deathbed have given me time to reflect (maybe too much time) and I've decided that I should throw caution to the wind and live without hair regret. So I'm gonna do it. Unless I come to my senses and change my mind. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Right, so, the other day I saw a sticker on the back of a car that said "Panty Dropper" and even though it shouldn't have, it prompted several questions. Questions like, whose panties? Does the driver drop his/her own panties? Or do they spur others to drop theirs? Or even worse, does the drive pull down other people's panties? Is the sticker a boast or a warning? Seriously, I'm at a loss over the whole thing.

Oh my gosh! It's so great to feel like blogging again and be able to get all of these important matters of my chest and out of my head.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Breaking the silence...

...to let my mother know I'm feeling better (hi Mom!), and to make sure the rest of you know there's a new Avett Brothers album. You should go get it.



Buy it on itunes
Or Amazon

A real post is coming tomorrow, I promise.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Trust Your Eyes

I know, I haven't blogged in TWO WEEKS!! What gives? How are you people surviving without fascinating tales of me being humiliated at the donut store? Would it help if I told you I've been sick? Because I have. I've been stricken with, what I'm calling, The Cold from HELL. It's been with me for over a week with no signs of letting up. The novelty is long gone. I even went to the doctor, which I never do. Desperate times yo. Someday, when I can take a deep breath again without starting up a coughing fit, maybe I'll tell you all about it.

In the meantime, I read a book. Trust Your Eyes, by Linwood Barclay.*

I liked it. Yep. It's not the kind of thing I normally read (Do I always say that when I'm writing a review? If so, what pray tell, do I normally read? Ugh. I'm a hack.) anyway, I didn't expect to like it because so many of these types of books (mystery/crime/suspense) are formulaic and they drive me nuts. In all fairness, it could just be a case of me not having read anything from this genre in so long that it all seemed fresh, but I don't think so.

After Ray's father dies in a lawn mowing accident, he comes back to town to wrap things up and figure out what to do with his grown brother who has mental issues. Before he knows it he's caught up in a murder mystery (of course). There were several twists, some I saw coming, others, not so much. Ray's brother Thomas, who is obsessed with a website similar to whatever that Google thing is that lets you see a street view of everything, sees what he thinks is a crime being committed. To placate Thomas, Ray agrees to look into it, the story takes off from there (of course). There are quite a few characters and story lines, but I never felt like it was more than I could keep up with, even in my weakened, heavily medicated state. At times things were a little far fetched, but that's how these kind of books roll, right?

Bottom line, if you like mystery/crime/suspense novels you might want to give this a go.

*This post is part of a paid review program sponsored by the Blogher Book Club. The words and opinions are my own.

 
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