During the most recent snow storm I noticed dozens of squirrels scurrying about, racing up trees, digging for a morsel of anything that was not frozen, seemingly as happy in the snow as they are sunbathing on the roof in the summer. I though to myself, what a great life a squirrel has…no stress, no responsibility, they seem to be happy running joyously with no particular place to go…and then it dawned on me, where do squirrels go to die? I began to think of all the squirrels that live around my house and realized I have never seen a dead one! Do they, like elephants have a special place they go to die? Somewhere so remote that we don’t stumble on it while running, hiking or shopping? Or do they bury their own in your backyard while you sleep? Perhaps they all commit suicide by drowning in local waterways? Or maybe the reason there are so many little happy squirrels running around, it that they NEVER die!
I don’t want to age myself but I do long for the days when your female ice skaters wore beautiful, flowing, feminine dresses and their partners (no matter their sexuality) wore sensible black jumpsuits! When “our” skaters glided across gracefully to classical music…ahhhh
I long for the time when I could just relax and enjoy the beauty and grace of a lovely synchronized pair twirling and “whishing” around the rink! Now I must first get past the circus costumes, the screeching music and the over the top “themes” to watch males and females lifting and twisting each other like human pretzels, engaging in so much complicated “side-by-side footwork” that I’m exhausted by mid-performance!!
And..don’t get me started on those Blue Snowsuits with the little Stars on our Ski Team. WHAT is this about?? How can these talented men possibly feel medal-worthy bundled up looking like a toddler on a bunny hill. I get the edgy street look worn by the young snowboarders, that’s the culture, but strapping, strong men jumping 50 feet in the air flipping and twisting down a hill deserve a sleek, sexy ski suit…don’t you think?
Finally, when is the Olympic Organizing Committee going to choose beautiful beaded badgeholders for the athletes instead of those ugly fabric ones?
What is up with this need to follow or be followed by total strangers? Didn’t that used to be called “stalking’? Honestly, who really cares what you are doing minute to minute? I don’t know about the rest of the population but my daily life certainly doesn’t warrent sharing with anyone I’m not related to! Even my loving husband doesn’t really care if I found a bargin on Avacados at Acme..
What do all of these people do that have enough time in their day to report to unknown masses their every move?? Do they work? If so, is their employer paying for “Tweeting” time? Do they sneek off to the bathroom and secretly “Tweet”? Or perhaps they don’t work, in which case what do they have to “Tweet” about? What they ate for lunch, carpools, the gym??? Maybe they just sit home and read everyone else’s “Tweets”!
Does anyone else feel as though this “Tweeting”, Facebooking and for that matter even Blogging is just a tad self-indulgent? Is this the metaphor for 2010.. The Narcissistic Generation???
Daily, I am bombarded by people asking me if I am on FACEBOOK. “No, I am not” I respond. “Why NOT” they demand.. At first I lie and tell them that my young adult children have forbidden me..it is only for young people. They persist…”but you can re-connect with old friends” they say! As politely as possible, I explain that if these “old friends” were really “old friends”, we probably would not have lost touch! In today’s world you can find anyone, anything anywhere by simply using good old fashioned Google.
So if you are an “old friend” who I haven’t spoken to since high school and you can’t find me in the 30+ pages under my name on the Internet…you don’t need to reach me.
While you are preparing the hundreds of resumes you will need to send out to hopefully get a few responses, think about this.
My jewelry company, Moonbabies has been in business for 15 years and much to the chagrin of all of my business advisors I have insisted on having all of our products made in the USA. Over the years it has become more and more difficult to survive as my competitors have their products made in Third World countries. I understand wanting to save money, time are very tough, but in order to pay our employees a decent wage, provide benefits and produce a quality product we cannot compete with workers (many children) who are paid $1.00 a week!
So, next time you have the choice, buy American Made so they won’t be doing your job in the future!
Tune into any Dateline, Nightline, 20/20, Extra or even hard new shows and what do you hear? A deeply apologetic man (actor, politician, sport hero) begging his long suffering wife for forgiveness..or worse yet, they murder the wife so they don’t have to beg for forgiveness!! What part of “just get a divorce” do they not understand? If you are suffering from chronic boredom or sexual addiction (the latest swanky disease)..why lose your family, career, dignity and self esteem for a sexual encounter? And..why do we not see women behaving like hormone driven teenagers?
And, how scary is the idea that we were entertaining the notion of electing a man to the most powerful office in the world who didn’t think to use a condom when engaging in his sexual dalliances while running for the Presidency WITH a wife who was just diagnosed with terminal breast cancer!!!! Wow. And we thought getting a blow job in the Oval Office was stupid..