Pooh

You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think... Christopher Robin to Pooh (A.A. Milne)

Clinton’s $$$pectacular Affair!

Despite the over-the-top secrecy or maybe because of it, the world is abuzz over Chelsea Clinton’s up coming wedding. From the $15,000 air conditioned port a potties to the $250,000 flowers. The restricted air space and who is going and who was not invited ( President & Mrs.Obama). The whole wedding is rumored to cost over 3 million dollars. That is some serious money folks. If I had that money at my disposal just think of all the things I could do. I would pay off those 3 masseuses' for poor old Al Gore. I would donate some to find a cure for cancer, and to who ever runs against .. well you know who.

Now rumor has it Chelsea is vegan. If that's true, I doubt there will be all that many dead animals on plates. However, MY food choices for the formal wedding dinner is interesting to say the least, and if I were to take a guess at it; I'd have to say you might see baked possum w/ cream sauce, prime armadillo roast, orange Jell-O, a sea of greens and salads topped off with a wide array of relish trays nicely decorated with garnished red radishes and flowered parsley. I don't agree with the Clinton's politically, but I wish nothing but the best for their little girl...Who I believe is actually a closet Conservative.

Pet Peeves

1. Fake laughter.

2. Spammers.

3. Famous people who name their children horrible strange names.

4. People who cough around me and don’t cover their mouth.

5. Negative people.

6. Clothes that shrink in the dryer.

7. Air guitar. Don’t do it. You look like a dork.

8. Junk mail.

9. Shopping carts with a bad wheel.

10. PeOpLe WhO TyPe LiKe ThIs.

Collection of Stuff that I found while searching the web.

Bathrooms of America

The wonder that is the online journal American Libraries Direct has bestowed upon me another gem of knowledge. There’s a site dedicated to bathrooms across America where it is safe for all to pee. It's geared toward the transgendered crowd, looking to avoid the bathroom hassle. I’ve never had to think about it, but that is probably quite a dilemma. I’m amazed at the stuff I don’t know about because it’s not part of my daily experience. Who knew?

Safe2Pee (click here)

I’m Confused

So, apparently there’s been uproar about a gentleman in the UK who was “simulating sex” with his bicycle. Indoors, alone, and in his own space. And for some reason, the authorities have taken exception to this. I have not been able, thankfully, to visualize what exactly was taking place upon their arrival. But the guy was arrested and then placed on the sex offender list. Many questions spring to mind. The two most prominent ones are:
1) Why was this dude attracted to his bicycle?
2) Why were others involved in this man-bike tryst?
I’m puzzled by the whole situation. If you, like me, cannot ignore this story even though you want to, look here.

Geography Shame

So, there’s this test that asks you to fill in a blank map of the 48 states. I guess they figure if you can’t find Alaska or Hawaii then you’re not worth their time. It took up way too much of my day today. It’s timed. I tried it. Bombed. Tried it again. Bombed again. I’d like to tell myself that I could have done it successfully if I had had more time, but likely not. By the day’s end, I had figured out a system. I’d just tick through their alphabetical list of states, and then place them as I went, rather than look at the map and try to willy-nilly fill in the ones I knew. (Yes, I just used the word willy-nilly.) After the billionth time, I’m happy to report that I finally did it. If you try it, beware of Maine. You have to click it at the tip top to get it to register. This was a source of some salty language today.

Reconciliation

My sister died last April. We had fallen out of touch in recent years, despite that we lived near each other, because we had become frustrated with one another, and I was all too willing to comply with her stated desire to be left alone. In the years since then, I've thought about reaching out to her, but I never did. She could have done the same, of course, but might very well have refrained from doing so for no other reason than that she thought I was still mad at her. (I wasn't.) For my part, the reason I didn't reach out was simply that I sometimes found her frustrating, and therefore I didn't really want to.

"There will always be time for reconciliation later" is one of those lies that we tell ourselves, which I think we know very well are lies, even as we are comforted by them. I wish I had not been so hard-hearted and lazy, but there's nothing I can do about it now.

This bothers me

OK, enough mystery. It’s Circus Peanuts. You know what I mean, and don’t deny it. I know you remember them and maybe at some point ate one. I was in the store and saw packages of Circus Peanuts on display. “Wow, they’re still around?” I asked myself. “Why?”
I’ve done some informal polling of friends and acquaintances. So far nobody will admit that they like Circus Peanuts. (Do I need to keep capitalizing it? Many different companies make Circus Peanuts—it’s not like it's Coke we’re talking about here.) The closest I’ve come to finding a C.P. fan is when a friend confided that his father liked them. That’s it. Nobody else. Who, then, is creating this demand?
I did some heavy duty research by typing “Circus Peanuts” into Google. I looked at the first three results and decided to take their word for it. They’re marshmallow. I never knew what the hell they were even made out of—or what they’re supposed to taste like. Not like peanuts, certainly. I vaguely recall the taste of St. Joseph’s chewable baby aspirin, but the years may be playing with my memory. Does anybody out there really like them?
Share. Tell me. Please, I just want to understand.