Random Thoughts for the Day

It rarely pays to be the one nice person out of the bunch.

People should be required to retake the written AND physical driving tests upon each license renewal. Too many ignorant drivers on the road.

Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts, and I feel that it doesn't suit her at all.

I should have the new Michael Buble CD.

It's funny and actually quite intriguing how many old people are now texters-while-driving. Scary. Refer to thought No. 2.

I don't understand why my 3-year-old dog who sleeps on the floor every night is crying endlessly to get in the bed with me while my 10-month-old dog that sleeps in the bed with me every night is curled up on a blanket on the floor passing out.

I keep hearing the heat kick on, but I'm still freezing underneath these blankets. This is why I prefer summer. Heat. Warmth. All things wonderful.

Five years of my life were spent going to college for an education that would help me get a better-than-normal job and make better-than-normal money. I graduated and it's the first time in my life I can't get a job. SallieMae still expects me to pay them back for the loans. Crazy.

It is pointless and a waste of time to help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

My iPhone arrives tomorrow. And I am .... so .... excited!

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David Letterman. Why?

David Letterman. We've all heard about the scandal. Why are we still talking about it?

I get it - he's technically a celebrity, and with the job comes the invasion of privacy. It's what all the stars complain about. But, he's still human and, although it doesn't excuse his behavior, its his life.

But what really gets me is this: As I sit here watching Entertainment Tonight, which is dedicated to the Letterman do-dah and the endless Jon & Kate debate, I'm floored by the number of celebs who commend Dave for stepping out and explaining the situation.

One. Commending him? Really? He's brave for going on air to tell about his scandal? Give me a break.

Two. Why should he have to go on his show and tell the world? It's no one's business. Granted, the rumor is that his wife made him apologize multiple times on TV - probably to cause him as much embarrassment as it has her. Regardless, there is no reason he should be expected to talk publicly about his private life.

I'm celebrity-obsessed, and I'll be the first to admit it. But I do realize these people are human and have just as crazy lives (crazier, actually) as I do. I wouldn't want my business splattered all over the Internet, and they don't need theirs to be either.

Then again, I'm posting a blog about it. Hmm... maybe I'm my own opponent.

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Crying over Puffy Pretzels

Piece of advice: before you begin putting medication into your body, recommended by your trusted family doctor, do your research. Know all side effects, not only from taking the medicine, but from not taking the medicine, as well. 

As I've come to find out, it is the withdrawal that physically hurts the most. It's quite ironic that side effects from the medicine that is supposed to make me feel better are actually worse than the original symptoms. How does that work?

So, now I am crying. Constantly. Over anything and everything. If I see a baby - I cry. If I see a picture of a happy couple - I cry. If I see someone else cry - I cry. I'm watching reruns of an old season of America's Next Top Model, episodes I've seen so many times I could probably quote them. Someone gave Shandi a compliment - I cried.

Why?

This, as could be imagined, is very annoying. Not only for me, but Mr. Man, too - although I'm trying to save the tears for when he is not present.

 

However, last night, I failed. I decided to make some homemade pretzels, recipe courtesy of mi madre. When she made them - oh man, SO good. Mr. Man was in love.

Although I knew before I started that my rendition of homemade pretzels wouldn't hold a candle to momma's, I wanted to try anyway.

After letting the dough set up and double in size for almost an hour, I plunge my hands in to start forming the pretzels. 

It was like cake batter. Not a baker? Let me give you a hint: it's not supposed to look or feel like cake batter.

So, go figure, I cried ... and cried ... and cried. Mr. Man came in when he heard me sniffling. And, of course, we laughed at the dough-batter as it schlopped from my hands to the cookie sheet like poo. Yes. Very disgusting.

But, after some guidance from my mom, I added some serious flour to the dough-batter to not only keep it from conforming to my hands, but to allow me to twist it into a shape other than a blob.

In the end, I only had to throw away one batch of pretzels because they were as big as pillows. Ew. The remaining thousand that did work out weren't so bad after all. Mr. Man ate 8 of them for breakfast, so they couldn't have been too disgusting. Or maybe he was just being nice...

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TV Time

I'm thinking I should cancel my television service. Unfortunately, I signed a 2-year contract that keeps me with DirecTV until 2011. Fantastic.

It seems as if every television show is just a huge mockery of everything I don't have.

The Hills: money, career, life.

Jon and Kate Plus 8: Eight kids. Thank .. God.

Say Yes to the Dress: a wedding. A marriage.

The Apprentice: a JOB.

The Price is Right: plasma TV, a car, trips around the world, and again, money.

These shows make sitting at home all day even more depressing than it already is. I sit and think about having no job, no money, no car. Maybe I should get up off the darn couch and take a run through WPR.

I am competent and old enough to understand that what is portrayed on TV is not always (actually, rarely is) realistic. It's not common for MTV producers to go into a high school, choose a clique and make them into millionaires. Most teenagers don't drive Mercedes and Range Rovers, take lavish vacations with parents MIA or live in mansions with pools overlooking the Hollywood hills. But this is what we see on TV. This is what we (I) want.

Unfortunately for the younger generation who is growing up in this reality-TV era, they are unable to discern between what is realistic and what is unattainable. They think that because their idols are sickeningly skinny, uber rich and spoiled brats, they should be too.

When the 8-Year-Old-Teenager cries, she doesn't just shed some tears - she throws an entire theatrical production. A small disclaimer: she's such a good girl. She doesn't throw tantrums or fall on the ground and scream like some crazy kids I've seen ... but her face says it all. She needs to be an actress.

My point is, she acts the way she does because of what she has seen in movies and on TV. It's sad... but how do you stop it? I don't mind her being a movie buff - because she definitely watches a lot of movies.

I think it's her generation's epidemic. Forget the Swine Flu - drama is taking over our children.

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The 10 Things I'm Loving Right Now

Here's what I'm obsessing over right now.


10. My New Mug
I bought this I Heart Jim mug at Border's today (sorry for the terrible pic). For $4.99, I got this incredible mug, PLUS a World's Best Boss mug for Mr. Man - the world's best boss (behind Michael Scott, of course!) ... What a bargain!

9. Popcorn
With movie theater butter seasoning, every night before I go to sleep while watching TV. Except now, I'm starting to watch movies that I've yet to see. Mr. Man hates my lack of movie knowledge, and quite frankly, I do too. So - I'm working to improve my general trivia knowledge of movies ... and pop culture in general.


8. Girly YouTube videos.
Make-up and hair do tutorials, in particular. I'm loving Elle and Blair, and they make me wish I knew how to wear make up. And it makes me want to be obsessed with MAC products - and affluent enough to afford them. Oh well.


7. Kate Spade leopard bag.   
I love, love, LOVE this bag. Every time I walk through Macy's I admire its impeccable beauty. But, at $295, it is quite a bit more than I can afford right now with a $0 income. It will have to appear in my dreams until I find a job to complement my shopping fantasies.

6. Leopard Print Ballet Flats.
It may seem otherwise, but I'm not really an animal-print kind of girl. But I've been dying for an adorable pair of leopard-print flats. The only pair I've found so far that I remotely like are - sit down - Miley Cyrus / Max Azria from none other than Wal-Mart. For $10, at that! I may go for the bargain.


5. Dr. Mario.
On my computer, not on the Nintendo. (I had an old school SNES, but I traded it a while back for my Sega Genesis. Stupid.)


4. Thigh-High boots.
Non-hookerish thigh highs for fall / winter. Particularly fringe. Ah. 


3. Where the Wild Things Are art.
I love art. But I love art that has meaning even more. I would LOVE to have this on my bedroom wall to look at before I go to sleep every night and when I wake up every morning. Oh - and I'm so very excited to take my loves to see the movie.

2. OPI Nail Polish.
Right now I LOVE the color You're a Pisa Work (very bright pink). However, it spilled in my purse and dried to the lid so I can't open it. Boo to that. 


1. The Loves of my Life.
They are beautiful. They are my life. Need I say more?

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Someday, I'll Write a Book

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Meet Gwen

This is Gwen.

She is one of the newest additions to the American Girl family.

Gwen looks much like her AG friends Chrissa, Kit, Molly, Julie, just to name a few.

But there's just this one thing: Gwen is homeless.

Gwen doesn't come with her own book and story, because she is only a friend of Chrissa. But in Chrissa's story book, Gwen is described as a poor, homeless girl who lives in a car with her mom.

Apparently, Gwen was introduced into the AG community and to impressionable, little girls all over the world in light of the economy's drastic downturn. Her story is intended to educate and raise awareness among preteen girls whose parents purchase the $95 doll.

Each AG doll has a different life story, and many are great. In fact, my 8-Year-Old-Teenager has her very own Julie doll (a hippie chick whose story is one of a divorced family) who she loves and treats as if she's human. Julie is theoretically great for her because she has also experienced the going-ons of a divorce.

But the 8YOT didn't choose Julie because they shared a common life-denominator. She chose her because she liked her outfit and her hair - and more likely, because her friend had Julie.

A homeless doll, though. Children, because this is who we're dealing with here, do NOT need to know about the failing economy or the possibility of their families losing everything and all they have. Especially in these uncertain times, children do not need to worry about the welfare of their selves or their families - that's mom and dad's job.

Growing up, my family was certainly not wealthy. We lived in a trailer until I was in third grade, and there were many times I didn't get what I wanted because we couldn't afford it. Regardless, I ALWAYS had everything I needed and SO much more.

But the thing is - I never thought I was any different from the super rich kids, at least not until Jr. High or High School. As an elementary kid, I didn't worry about whether I'd have dinner or winter clothes. I wasn't concerned about the utility bills being paid or having enough laundry detergent to wash clothes. If my family ever struggled, my parents did a fantastic job of hiding it.

And that's the way it should be.

We are stripping children of innocence by making them grow up way too soon! Children don't need to be concerned that their family may one day be homeless! They need to be concerned about who will come to their slumber party, or how prepared they are for their Friday spelling test.

Children's imaginations are vivid and wild. If they are in the least concerned about losing everything and living on the streets, it immediately becomes an extravagant, inevitable nightmare. What kind of childhood is that?

I think the Gwen doll is precious and just as adorable as her predecessors. But I think her story of homelessness and automobile housing is one step too far for preteens.

Don't make these little girls grow up before they even hit puberty. Time will pass quickly enough.

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