MENU OF THE DAY:
Music: Cat Stevens Where do the Children Play
Destination: A hotel in Seattle Center. A view of the Space Needle (sorta) and two very big ugly cranes blocking the view.
Wine: Sterling Central Coast Chardonnay.
Book: The Senator's Wife by Sue Miller (love it!) and They Told Me There Would be Cake (not sure, barely started it, but i wish i came up with that title.)
Exercise: I pushed a shopping cart around Safeway for about 45 minutes trying to find the right cheese and pate for our little excursion tonight. I'm countin' it as exercise.
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Here's what's on my mind lately. It's totally random. I have no idea what i am getting ready to type, but Kylee's rant on her own blog about how no one fills up the Brita got me thinking. (Kylee, your blog post is brilliant!)
1. I eat Yoplait yogurt nearly every morning and i hate when i pop off that foil top and the next thing i know i have Mixed Berry Fruit all over the front of my dry clean only blouse.
2. I don't know why it has happened more than once either, because usually i am a very quick learner. And it makes me so mad to make the same mistake twice.
3. What am i saying?.... I am a woman who was divorced twice by the time I was 35 years old.
4. I think i am too stupid or have some retention disorder in my brain that makes it most difficult to keep up with Lost on ABC. So yeah, Lost, with all it's millions of characters and thousand different plots is finally starting to piss me off. I liked it best when it was just Jack and Sawyer, Locke, Michael and Kate and the kid Walt? (i forget his name. ) And actually I really sorta kind of hate Kate.)
5. Someone wrote a Letter to the Editor in my local newspaper today defending Rush Limbaugh because Leonard Pitts took issue with Rush saying he hopes Obama fails. It made me want to take my dirty Big Mamas off and twist them around the letter writer's neck. A totally different Letter to the Editor was something very wholesome-y and positive (no wonder i cannot remember what the subject was, i just remember it was nice) was signed "Donna Reed".
6. It got me thinking. How old are the editors of my local newspaper anyway? And dammit, when did i get older than my newspaper editor, my doctor, my legislator anyway?
7. I hate it when people do not RSVP.
8. I hate it even more when they DO RSVP and then they don't show up.
9. What the F happened to manners anyway? I go back to my very first blog post. People don't even say thank you that often anymore.
9. I'm starting to think that many Baby Boomers make pretty bad parents.
10. My kids... those ones i didn't have... My kids, thank me every day for making that choice NOT to be a parent. I would have been terrible. I would probably have raised little Charlie Mansons, little kids just striving for control.
11. American Idol. Yeah i'm watching. But only for the Simon Factor. (pearl, you would love Simon as much as i do i believe. I wish you watched!) Anyway .... my point is this: More of us should be like Simon! Really. The world is too full of people who are too careful. Too polite. Too afraid of confrontation. Too lacking in honesty. To willing to sacrifice their own identify and values out of fear of what others may think. And people with a velocity for verbosity (like myself) often spend exhaustive time worrying how we offend people who are Non-Simons. (If i traveled in a world of Simons I would be a very popular person.)
Ok, so what twists your Big Mamas or thong or Jockey underpants?
I was trying to post a photo tonight of the Seattle Space Needle with the ugly cranes, but Brian's laptop doesn't seem to want to support my memory card so maybe later. (I came back to edit using eque's idea of a Big Mama underpants photo. These ARE really my favorite comfortable Big Mamas.)