It might sound as though I've been a person with very low expectations a lot of the time but, as a young girl, I had a quite short list of things I really wanted when I grew up and got married. First on the list was a home I owned. This makes a lot of sense because I grew up in some pretty terrible places and all of them were rented (except my great grandmother's house where I lived for my first couple of years).
Second on my list was a washer and dryer. I have no idea why they loomed so large and important in my dreams but it might have been from years of seeing my mother and grandmother do the family wash by hand in the kitchen sink.
Third, and just as important in my yearnings, was a white picket fence. I think this somehow represented permanence in my mind.
Well, my Dennis bought us a house and, in due time, a washer and dryer. I'd almost forgotten about that white picket fence but apparently Dennis didn't forget. The original fence and gate to our backyard was just an old rusty wire one so one day Dennis decided it was time to yank it out and build a nice new wooden one. Dennis was a jack of all trades and could do just about anything he put his mind to so building a chest high wooden fence was easy for him. When it was done he painted it a sparkling white enamel and, as my dream memory surfaced, he said, "well, I've given you one more thing on your list.".
That pretty little fence has been gone for a long time now, not surprising because I still live in the house we bought in 1968. Dennis built the new fence, too, but it received a red cedar stain to match the deck he built.
I don't know what brought the memory of my white picket fence to light today. Joann and I were yakking and something was said that brought the memory back to me.
It was a good memory....thank you, Dennis.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Jody Arias...Yuk!
I have to admit I'm kind of addicted to the Jody Arias trial and when I analyze why, it's because she's so creepy and conniving that I'm hoping to see the moment when her guilt is proved beyond a doubt by anyone watching.
Here is a pretty, intelligent, and dynamically sexual woman who seems only to be able to keep a man interested in the bedroom. I'm guessing the reason is that she's so promiscuous and aggressive when it comes to sex that the men don't respect her. Of course they're using her but she's such a willing participant that you can't really fault the men.
She lies. It's very difficult for the prosecutor to get a clear yes or no answer from her. She smirks and acts cocky most of the time. She's very unlikable.
I'm glad I'm not on the jury because I just might convict her based on her personality. But then, I think she's guilty as hell of murdering her ex-boyfriend out of jealousy, too.
Here is a pretty, intelligent, and dynamically sexual woman who seems only to be able to keep a man interested in the bedroom. I'm guessing the reason is that she's so promiscuous and aggressive when it comes to sex that the men don't respect her. Of course they're using her but she's such a willing participant that you can't really fault the men.
She lies. It's very difficult for the prosecutor to get a clear yes or no answer from her. She smirks and acts cocky most of the time. She's very unlikable.
I'm glad I'm not on the jury because I just might convict her based on her personality. But then, I think she's guilty as hell of murdering her ex-boyfriend out of jealousy, too.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
What Do We Expect
As I change channels on the T.V. it seems like every second screen that pops up shows someone in military stance pointing a gun straight at me. Video games that are filled with guns and killing take up much of our teenager's day. Killing is so romanticized that some of our mass murderers even dress alike in long flowing coats. It's as though they're playing a game that might not be real in their minds.
In my youth, children played with toy guns and pretended to be either the good guy or the bad guy. They shot at each other and usually one or the other would fall down in an embarrassingly exaggerated death. It was all in fun...or was it? Have we always brainwashed our children to believe that firing a gun at another human being is okay?
I'm not saying that we don't brainwash our daughters but in a different way. How many of us mothers have automatically given our little girls dolls and play kitchens? I've noticed with the little boys in my family that they probably enjoyed playing with the girl's toys more than the girls did...and my girls loved playing with toy cars.
I watched in horror a T.V. program where the parents of a little boy painted his bedroom pink and encouraged his propensity of wearing pink clothing. I know I was wrong to be horrified but all I could think of is that other little boys would make fun of him. And I also wondered if his original love of pink was his idea or his parents. I honestly hope the future generations of children won't have hangups such as needing to wear traditional colors for their clothing but I'm hopelessly imprinted already.
I'm equally horrified when I see a little girl dressed like a grown woman. Whose fantasy is being promoted here? Unfortunately, a scantily dressed young girl is ogled by more old men than by boys her own age and that creeps me out.
There's a good chance that the way we condition our children by games or clothing or movies is pretty much how those children will act out as they grow up. We will reap what we sow.
In my youth, children played with toy guns and pretended to be either the good guy or the bad guy. They shot at each other and usually one or the other would fall down in an embarrassingly exaggerated death. It was all in fun...or was it? Have we always brainwashed our children to believe that firing a gun at another human being is okay?
I'm not saying that we don't brainwash our daughters but in a different way. How many of us mothers have automatically given our little girls dolls and play kitchens? I've noticed with the little boys in my family that they probably enjoyed playing with the girl's toys more than the girls did...and my girls loved playing with toy cars.
I watched in horror a T.V. program where the parents of a little boy painted his bedroom pink and encouraged his propensity of wearing pink clothing. I know I was wrong to be horrified but all I could think of is that other little boys would make fun of him. And I also wondered if his original love of pink was his idea or his parents. I honestly hope the future generations of children won't have hangups such as needing to wear traditional colors for their clothing but I'm hopelessly imprinted already.
I'm equally horrified when I see a little girl dressed like a grown woman. Whose fantasy is being promoted here? Unfortunately, a scantily dressed young girl is ogled by more old men than by boys her own age and that creeps me out.
There's a good chance that the way we condition our children by games or clothing or movies is pretty much how those children will act out as they grow up. We will reap what we sow.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Hawaii...maybe not.
One of the places I really would like to see is the real Hawaii but it won't break my heart if that never happens.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Barb Back To Nova Scotia
It was so sad to say goodbye to Barb today. Right now she's way up in the sky flying back to her home in Nova Scotia but it's the best thing for her to do. My hope is that her family take her directly to the hospital for evaluation because she's begun to weaken and sicken even more these last few days she's been out of the hospital. This woman is one of the dearest, sweetest souls I've ever met and it hurts to think I'll probably never see her again. I'm hoping for a miracle to allow her to get better and be able to come back to Florida next winter but I have serious doubts that will happen.
Canadians, especially, know there will come a day when health or expense will put an end to our wintering in Florida and that's one of the biggest reasons we enjoy what time we have here. This was probably Barb's farewell to us but none of us are too far behind her. Our farewells are some time in the future, maybe even the near future.
But life does go on here even after some of our loved ones leave for good and tonight is the Luau in the clubhouse. We'll eat a nice meal and have a good time. We'll speak of Barb and how much we'll miss her. But life does go on...for a while.
Canadians, especially, know there will come a day when health or expense will put an end to our wintering in Florida and that's one of the biggest reasons we enjoy what time we have here. This was probably Barb's farewell to us but none of us are too far behind her. Our farewells are some time in the future, maybe even the near future.
But life does go on here even after some of our loved ones leave for good and tonight is the Luau in the clubhouse. We'll eat a nice meal and have a good time. We'll speak of Barb and how much we'll miss her. But life does go on...for a while.
Monday, February 18, 2013
My Vow
Sylvia and I spent 7 1/2 hours today trying to convince little Barb to remain in the hospital just one more day to help bring some crucial levels back up but she adamantly refused. Her daughter, son, daughter-in-law, and the nurses and her doctor tried in vain to make her change her mind but she would listen to no-one. Apparently a person can't be forced to stay in the hospital even if it's for their own good so they had to let her leave, but against the advice of her doctor. What this means to us aliens using out-of-country health insurance is that she'll have no coverage should she have to be readmitted with the same ailment again. She is still unwell and unable to eat or drink very much at all so her health can only deteriorate now. This drives me crazy.
What she is doing to her family and her friends by putting herself in danger like this is terrible but this sweet lady who is otherwise a soft and gentle person has turned into a stubborn, unclear thinking person who doesn't seem to comprehend the consequences of her actions.
I vow never to do this to my family but I doubt that Barb, in her right mind, would worry hers like this. Her family, snowed in for the next few days in Nova Scotia, will be worried sick until they can get a flight to Florida to take her home. Her friends here in the park will be worried sick until her son and daughter-in-law arrive. We'll all be hoping that she stays relatively healthy until they can get her back home but there's no guarantee she'll allow them to admit her to a hospital even at home if she needs it.
I can't see a happy ending here.
What she is doing to her family and her friends by putting herself in danger like this is terrible but this sweet lady who is otherwise a soft and gentle person has turned into a stubborn, unclear thinking person who doesn't seem to comprehend the consequences of her actions.
I vow never to do this to my family but I doubt that Barb, in her right mind, would worry hers like this. Her family, snowed in for the next few days in Nova Scotia, will be worried sick until they can get a flight to Florida to take her home. Her friends here in the park will be worried sick until her son and daughter-in-law arrive. We'll all be hoping that she stays relatively healthy until they can get her back home but there's no guarantee she'll allow them to admit her to a hospital even at home if she needs it.
I can't see a happy ending here.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Patience and Kindness
I get a lot of my inspiration for a blog by reading Facebook and today someone posted a photo and story about an elderly couple coping lovingly with the wife's illness. This reminded me how often I see instances of loving and caring devotion right here in my senior park. It is pretty well a daily occurrence so I'd almost come to take it for granted instead of the beautiful thing it really is.
There are many couples here with one mate who needs extra help because of illness or frailty and it touches the heart to watch how well their wife or husband takes such wonderful care of them. You have to remember that all seniors develop certain struggles of their own as they age so it's endearing to watch one senior looking after another.
And then there are quite a few widows (widowers get grabbed up quickly) here who know they can count on many, many friends to come to their aid whenever needed. No-one ever has to feel alone or helpless while they're here in this park and that's one of the reasons I stay. For the most part, I see people here every day who make me want to be a better person. We're blessed.
There are many couples here with one mate who needs extra help because of illness or frailty and it touches the heart to watch how well their wife or husband takes such wonderful care of them. You have to remember that all seniors develop certain struggles of their own as they age so it's endearing to watch one senior looking after another.
And then there are quite a few widows (widowers get grabbed up quickly) here who know they can count on many, many friends to come to their aid whenever needed. No-one ever has to feel alone or helpless while they're here in this park and that's one of the reasons I stay. For the most part, I see people here every day who make me want to be a better person. We're blessed.
Canada/U.S.
As I sit at my computer I can see over to the clubhouse where two flags wave in the breeze...the U.S. flag on the left and he Canadian flag on the right. The two countries have had a long standing friendship and it's mainly because the citizens of these countries have the same roots. Our ancestors immigrated from Europe, Asia, South America to become citizens of a larger, freer, better potential country. We've been called a melting pot but that's only partly true. Heritage cultures have been preserved and respected but intermarrying occurs and differing cultures merge to sometimes be even better than the single culture.
I love it when a group of us are sitting together and discovering the slight differences between us. Sometimes it's an expression or way of cooking. We learn about and appreciate the differences. The key to living in harmony with a neighbor whose background might be different from your own is to learn from each other and broaden your knowledge of the world. The more you learn, the less fearful you'll be of the unknown.
We like to joke with Joann (from Pennsylvania) when she refers to us as "you'ns" and we Canadians are always teased about our propensity to say, "eh". Sylvia (from Nova Scotia) says that isn't a common expression in the maritimes but they have their own little sayings that distinguish them from us Ontarians, too. What's important is that we might have a few differences but that's what makes us interesting and human.
Good people are good people no matter where they originate from and that's all that really matters.
I love it when a group of us are sitting together and discovering the slight differences between us. Sometimes it's an expression or way of cooking. We learn about and appreciate the differences. The key to living in harmony with a neighbor whose background might be different from your own is to learn from each other and broaden your knowledge of the world. The more you learn, the less fearful you'll be of the unknown.
We like to joke with Joann (from Pennsylvania) when she refers to us as "you'ns" and we Canadians are always teased about our propensity to say, "eh". Sylvia (from Nova Scotia) says that isn't a common expression in the maritimes but they have their own little sayings that distinguish them from us Ontarians, too. What's important is that we might have a few differences but that's what makes us interesting and human.
Good people are good people no matter where they originate from and that's all that really matters.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Carnival Cruise Woes
When I first heard that a Carnival cruise ship was having difficulties at sea that would extend the stay of their passengers I thought, how nice! Then I learned that there was no air conditioning, no lights, backed up toilets, poor food, etc. and it began to sound like a nightmare. I'm so, so glad I wasn't on that cruise because I don't think I could have survived it. I could stand most of it but not the unavailability of clean toilets. It must have been heaven on earth when those poor passengers finally left the ship for a clean and functioning motel room.
This tragedy hasn't deterred me from going on another cruise, though, because I believe them still to be the safest and most economic way of travelling. Carnival is a good cruise line but they'd better get themselves straightened out or they will definitely lose future customers. One more mishap on a Carnival cruise will make me think twice about boarding one of their ships.
This tragedy hasn't deterred me from going on another cruise, though, because I believe them still to be the safest and most economic way of travelling. Carnival is a good cruise line but they'd better get themselves straightened out or they will definitely lose future customers. One more mishap on a Carnival cruise will make me think twice about boarding one of their ships.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Barb to the Hospital
I took Barb to the hospital at about 6:45 A.M. and, after examination, she was admitted with severe dehydration, low sodium and potassium levels. She's been sick for 2 weeks, seen a nurse practitioner and received a prescription for bronchitis and sinusitis but her health hasn't improved. Vomiting and nausea when eating even the smallest amounts have been constant. This morning she was so week she needed aid to walk.
I did some research on the effects on the body of low potassium and sodium levels and it's pretty scary. Because we Canadians use a private out-of-country health insurance when we come to Florida, we can often be discouraged from seeking medical help when we need it and I think that's what has happened with Barb. I just hope she didn't delay too long. I consider myself very fortunate to have my Shelley so close by and know she'd be able to advise me when it was time to seek medical help for any injury or illness I might have while I'm here.
A bunch of us are going to visit Barb this afternoon...she has lots of friends and support here but she's in the safest place in the world right now even if her insurance company gives her grief.
Update: Cathy, Joann, Marion, Sylvia, and I went to see Barb this afternoon and were given her ward room number. We went in to find an empty bed but her roommate was in the other bed so we asked where Barb was.
"She's in ICU with double pneumonia and her daughters are with her!", explained the roommate as our hearts sunk into the pits of our stomachs. Then, realizing her daughters from Nova Scotia could not have gotten there so soon, we asked if it was our Barb she was speaking about. Thank heavens it wasn't...it was the patient whose bed would be Barb's once she was brought up from Emergency. So off we went to Emergency and all of us, one at a time, were able to see Barb. She looked so much better and claims she'll be coming home tomorrow. We'll see. But at least she's getting good care and seems to be on the mend.
I did some research on the effects on the body of low potassium and sodium levels and it's pretty scary. Because we Canadians use a private out-of-country health insurance when we come to Florida, we can often be discouraged from seeking medical help when we need it and I think that's what has happened with Barb. I just hope she didn't delay too long. I consider myself very fortunate to have my Shelley so close by and know she'd be able to advise me when it was time to seek medical help for any injury or illness I might have while I'm here.
A bunch of us are going to visit Barb this afternoon...she has lots of friends and support here but she's in the safest place in the world right now even if her insurance company gives her grief.
Update: Cathy, Joann, Marion, Sylvia, and I went to see Barb this afternoon and were given her ward room number. We went in to find an empty bed but her roommate was in the other bed so we asked where Barb was.
"She's in ICU with double pneumonia and her daughters are with her!", explained the roommate as our hearts sunk into the pits of our stomachs. Then, realizing her daughters from Nova Scotia could not have gotten there so soon, we asked if it was our Barb she was speaking about. Thank heavens it wasn't...it was the patient whose bed would be Barb's once she was brought up from Emergency. So off we went to Emergency and all of us, one at a time, were able to see Barb. She looked so much better and claims she'll be coming home tomorrow. We'll see. But at least she's getting good care and seems to be on the mend.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Days Flying By
Just as the days drag when you're bored or listless, the days here in the park seem to be flying by because each day and week is maybe too full of activity. It's hard to believe that it's already mid February and in just one month friends here will be starting to get ready to leave for home. I hate that time as much as I love the early days when it's so nice to see them arrive.
Next week we have Monday casino and then hamburger supper at the clubhouse, the dog races, and luau...not to mention Friday morning coffee time. Debbie, our activities director, does her best to keep us old folk busy but we also have planned activities of our own so it can get kind of tiring at times. By the end of March I feel the need to go home and rest up. I do love this life, though, but it would kill me if I had to do it 12 months of the year. I guess I have a bit of my mother-in-law, Ferne, in me because I hate to miss out on get-togethers so I'm my own worst enemy.
The weather has been very warm for this time of the year but we have much needed rain today and it's brought in cooler air. It doesn't matter what the weather is here, I love having the Florida winter experience!
Next week we have Monday casino and then hamburger supper at the clubhouse, the dog races, and luau...not to mention Friday morning coffee time. Debbie, our activities director, does her best to keep us old folk busy but we also have planned activities of our own so it can get kind of tiring at times. By the end of March I feel the need to go home and rest up. I do love this life, though, but it would kill me if I had to do it 12 months of the year. I guess I have a bit of my mother-in-law, Ferne, in me because I hate to miss out on get-togethers so I'm my own worst enemy.
The weather has been very warm for this time of the year but we have much needed rain today and it's brought in cooler air. It doesn't matter what the weather is here, I love having the Florida winter experience!
Nesting Sand Cranes
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Flea Market Karaoke
This was one of my quiet, easy days with no-where special to go and one I often spend on my own. The weather was lovely, perfect Florida weather with lots of sunshine and warmth so I watered my plants and then read on the patio for a while. Then I decided to go out for a few groceries but extended the drive to include getting gas and visiting one the flea markets I like. It's been shrinking in vendors for a couple of years so I wasn't even sure it was still open but it was.
I wandered through the two isles still partly used by vendors but found nothing I wanted to buy. Then I heard some good singing from the food court where they have karaoke and decided to have my lunch there and listen to the music. The lunch was so-so but one of the singers, a young woman, made my day. The music of a song I'd never heard came on and she began to sing. Beautiful and soulful, all sung in Spanish. It was so darned lovely, this magnificent voice in the dingy flea market, that I almost cried. I do this when I'm overwhelmed with feeling whether it's good or bad feeling and this was definitely good.
I wanted to go up to the girl and tell her how beautiful her voice was but she'd disappeared by the time I'd finished my lunch. I'll probably go back there at least once before going home and I'll be hoping to hear that voice again and I hope to hear her song sung in Spanish, too.
I bought some more annuals at Walmart and took them home to plant. There is still 2 months of my Florida winter left and seeing these blooming around the trailer will make me happy.
I wandered through the two isles still partly used by vendors but found nothing I wanted to buy. Then I heard some good singing from the food court where they have karaoke and decided to have my lunch there and listen to the music. The lunch was so-so but one of the singers, a young woman, made my day. The music of a song I'd never heard came on and she began to sing. Beautiful and soulful, all sung in Spanish. It was so darned lovely, this magnificent voice in the dingy flea market, that I almost cried. I do this when I'm overwhelmed with feeling whether it's good or bad feeling and this was definitely good.
I wanted to go up to the girl and tell her how beautiful her voice was but she'd disappeared by the time I'd finished my lunch. I'll probably go back there at least once before going home and I'll be hoping to hear that voice again and I hope to hear her song sung in Spanish, too.
I bought some more annuals at Walmart and took them home to plant. There is still 2 months of my Florida winter left and seeing these blooming around the trailer will make me happy.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Lesson
One of the ladies in our park takes her dog to exercises every morning and leaves him tied up outside. He hates this and barks for the entire half hour she's inside the building. I asked her why she brings him and she said, "he has to learn". I guess the people who leave their dogs outside to bark constantly are only teaching them a lesson. And all the time I'd thought it was just an inconsiderate owner.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Teed Off
I am so darned dependent on Lisa and Anna (back home) to take care of my computer problems but there's no-one here in Florida who I can turn to. There are lots of people who know a heck of a lot more than I do but that's about 99% of the world. No-one seems to know why I can no longer upload pictures to my blog and I'm completely inept to figure it out myself.
Just recently I removed everything about AOL from the computer and felt really proud of myself but now I'm wondering if I did something wrong. It's so frustrating being so stupid about computers and I just know that there's not enough time left in my life to turn me into a computer geek.
I can still upload pictures to Facebook and that further confuses me as to where the problem lies.
I'm very, very sad.
Just recently I removed everything about AOL from the computer and felt really proud of myself but now I'm wondering if I did something wrong. It's so frustrating being so stupid about computers and I just know that there's not enough time left in my life to turn me into a computer geek.
I can still upload pictures to Facebook and that further confuses me as to where the problem lies.
I'm very, very sad.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Clydesdale Baby
I'm not a football fan so I didn't watch the Super Bowl but I do like the great commercials you see during the game. This morning on the news, they showed one of the winners, "Clydesdale Baby", and I sat there entranced at the beauty of that commercial. With tears and sniffly nose, I sat amazed at just how beautiful and creative ad men can be if they choose and I wondered why all ads can't be this wonderful. I'd buy a Budweiser if I drank beer.
I've always believed that domesticated animals were put on this earth to be the perfect companions for humans. In some way we need them. They usually bring out the best in us with their devotion and there's no question they relieve the loneliness of many people who live alone.
I could watch "Clydesdale Baby" many times over. The message is that there can be an eternal bond of friendship between man and animal. Darn! I'm whimpering again!
I've always believed that domesticated animals were put on this earth to be the perfect companions for humans. In some way we need them. They usually bring out the best in us with their devotion and there's no question they relieve the loneliness of many people who live alone.
I could watch "Clydesdale Baby" many times over. The message is that there can be an eternal bond of friendship between man and animal. Darn! I'm whimpering again!
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Lazy Day Musings
Sunday is a day for myself, staying home or not but generally not including anyone else in my space. I'm not feeling 100% today...maybe just 95%...so I had a long nap and that seems to have knocked an incipient cold right out of my system. Naps are good.
I read some Facebook posts and that always gets my mind meandering around and it settled on how much I used to enjoy looking after my grandchildren when they were little. I wonder if it meant anything near as much to them as it did to me. It's possible that I grew up right along with them because my mental maturity seemed to end at the age of 17 when I got married. That's a phenomena that often happens with child brides and I really do believe it happened with me.
I wasn't ready for children at 17 but my grandchildren arrived at just the right time for me and taking care of them a few days a week was one of the blessings in my life. They made me laugh. They gave me love and affection that was so easy to return. And then I could say goodbye to them when their parents got home from work and have some time for myself. Perfect.
There are no serial killers among my grandchildren but, if there were, I'd have a hard time believing it because the portraits of them in my mind are of bright, innocent eyes and sweet young faces. They can do no wrong. And that's just the way it was and is and will always be.
Now I have been blessed with two greatgrandsons and that holds for them, too. Age will prohibit me the strength (and maybe time) to participate fully in life with them but I will do the best I can to bond with them and hope my presence in their babyhood is a positive one for them. It can't help but be a positive and fun one for me.
Kim, Cindy, Shelley, Nicholas, Matthew, Tyson, Kyle, Aeron, Lisette, Nicole, Jake, Nolan, and Nash. The reasons (so far) why I was born.
I read some Facebook posts and that always gets my mind meandering around and it settled on how much I used to enjoy looking after my grandchildren when they were little. I wonder if it meant anything near as much to them as it did to me. It's possible that I grew up right along with them because my mental maturity seemed to end at the age of 17 when I got married. That's a phenomena that often happens with child brides and I really do believe it happened with me.
I wasn't ready for children at 17 but my grandchildren arrived at just the right time for me and taking care of them a few days a week was one of the blessings in my life. They made me laugh. They gave me love and affection that was so easy to return. And then I could say goodbye to them when their parents got home from work and have some time for myself. Perfect.
There are no serial killers among my grandchildren but, if there were, I'd have a hard time believing it because the portraits of them in my mind are of bright, innocent eyes and sweet young faces. They can do no wrong. And that's just the way it was and is and will always be.
Now I have been blessed with two greatgrandsons and that holds for them, too. Age will prohibit me the strength (and maybe time) to participate fully in life with them but I will do the best I can to bond with them and hope my presence in their babyhood is a positive one for them. It can't help but be a positive and fun one for me.
Kim, Cindy, Shelley, Nicholas, Matthew, Tyson, Kyle, Aeron, Lisette, Nicole, Jake, Nolan, and Nash. The reasons (so far) why I was born.
Passing the Germs
We seem to be more fearful of catching whatever bug is making the rounds these days and there is lots of talk among us but there are still people who won't stay home when they're sick. Don't they realize that they're walking germ factories and they're possibly infecting those they associate with? I woke up this morning with a tickly cough and if I'm infected I know exactly who passed it on to me.
It just isn't right for someone who is sick and knows it to continue to be around people. What you're doing is passing on suffering to some degree and, if the person who catches your germs is weak enough, you could be a deadly contact. It's inconsiderate of you to say the least.
My tickly cough seems to have disappeared so maybe my immune system will save me.
It just isn't right for someone who is sick and knows it to continue to be around people. What you're doing is passing on suffering to some degree and, if the person who catches your germs is weak enough, you could be a deadly contact. It's inconsiderate of you to say the least.
My tickly cough seems to have disappeared so maybe my immune system will save me.
Friday, February 01, 2013
Beyonce
So Beyonce lip synced (how the heck is that spelled??) and it makes world news. There is so much in this world that isn't real, so why are we so upset that someone with a voice like Beyonce chose to use a recording instead of singing live? It would have been nice if she hadn't cheated but would we rather have heard the travesty of reality that Rosanne Barr belted out a few years back?
Nothing is as it seems. You might not even recognize Beyonce on the street without her makeup and fancy clothes...but then, maybe you would because she's just downright gorgeous. But there are "stars" who would be plain as dirt seen without their makeup.
Then there's the big story on the news of a major football player who had a fictitious lover for a couple of years. He never met her but he wasn't suspicious. Do we really care?
It's almost as irritating as listening to news items of the dispute between 2 rude radio celebrities (never heard of these guys until being bombarded with their trial coverage). Who the heck cares about them?
Is this really news we care about or is it to distract us from the more important stories of murder, mayhem, and inept politicians in the world? I'm one of those people who want to hear important news on the news. I don't want to hear the newscasters joking about their personal lives or their opinions on clothing worn to the Oscars. Surely there must be lighter topics of real importance they can be relating to us if they think the tragedies of the world are a little too depressing. I am waiting anxiously to hear that the little boy who was kidnapped by the maniac in the bunker has been rescued unharmed. That would make my day.
So, I don't want to hear any more about Beyonce's little mistake. It's such a nothing story and not worthy of air time.
Nothing is as it seems. You might not even recognize Beyonce on the street without her makeup and fancy clothes...but then, maybe you would because she's just downright gorgeous. But there are "stars" who would be plain as dirt seen without their makeup.
Then there's the big story on the news of a major football player who had a fictitious lover for a couple of years. He never met her but he wasn't suspicious. Do we really care?
It's almost as irritating as listening to news items of the dispute between 2 rude radio celebrities (never heard of these guys until being bombarded with their trial coverage). Who the heck cares about them?
Is this really news we care about or is it to distract us from the more important stories of murder, mayhem, and inept politicians in the world? I'm one of those people who want to hear important news on the news. I don't want to hear the newscasters joking about their personal lives or their opinions on clothing worn to the Oscars. Surely there must be lighter topics of real importance they can be relating to us if they think the tragedies of the world are a little too depressing. I am waiting anxiously to hear that the little boy who was kidnapped by the maniac in the bunker has been rescued unharmed. That would make my day.
So, I don't want to hear any more about Beyonce's little mistake. It's such a nothing story and not worthy of air time.
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