I happened to be scrolling through news headlines today online and this caught my eye. "Catholic Charity Says No to Hooters." Apparently the Hooter girls were trying to be nice and raise some (eyebrows) money for a cause and there was a bit of an outcry. I can see that. Sure. Hooters and the Pope don't seem to be a good fit. It was a little ironic..a strange pairing if you will.
Kind of like PETA at a KFC party, or a bunch of dentists at a Jolly Rancher convention. How about a tour of the Hershey Chocolate plant for your weight watchers group? Or if your'e in AA maybe a trip to Napa Valley? Have you been having trouble sleeping? Well, come and join our insomniac support group at Starbucks for an espresso. Here's one...Famous Daves hosts annual Vegetarians picnic. *Meat optional*
See what I mean? It's best that people just continue to let Hooter girls stand out for what they do best, and that's offer great food at great prices. Excuse me, I'm going to go have my veggie plate at Famous Daves now.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
I don't understand...
Do you ever find yourself saying "I don't understand...(fill in the blank). I say this probably as much to myself as I do to those around me. Granted, there is much in life to be perplexed by. We are only human afterall and have a very limited capacity to grasp many things of significance. I mean can anyone fully comprehend the miracle of a baby being conceived and 9 months later there is a perfect person? A new little human being that will leave it's eternal print on the world. I don't know about you but I don't even attempt to understand with my natural mind how that's even possible. And I was blessed enough to grow three of them in my belly. But I have to admit, other than eat, sleep and do my best to stay healthy, I really didn't have a whole lot to do with it. Those three perfectly formed humans that came out of my belly demonstrate God's handiwork at it's best...and so, I sit back and delightfully say "I don't understand...but wow...do I ever marvel."
So, I've just touched on a more serious, monumental type of "I don't understand..." The kind that's deep, philisophical, and mind blowing. Oh and there are many more of those. Many things in life confound us and make us scratch our heads. But I'd like to focus on a few other, shall we say far less monumental ones.
I don't understand...why they had to bring the alphabet into math. I mean isn't math about numbers and reading about the alphabet? I'm all for multi-tasking, but I just don't see what X has to do with anything.
I don't understand...why as soon as I need to use the bathroom I get three urgent voicemails, 2 texts and the UPS man comes to the door.
I don't understand...what makes a person say "I think I'd like to be a proctologist"
I don't understand...boys wearing skinny jeans. I'm all for fashion, looking good, and liking what you wear. So maybe the better way to put it is I don't understand WHY anyone thinks skinny jeans look good on boys? Maybe it's an eye sight issue on my part. Or an age issue. My mom never liked those rolled up, pinned at the ankle jeans I wore in the 80's either.
As long as we're on the skinny jean thing....I don't understand why...so many people wear skinny jeans, when they are...well, not skinny. I think that needs to be a pre-requisite. No offense to anyone, but hey unless your legs actually DO look like straws I think boot cut is the way to go. No?
I'm still on the jean thing...I don't understand...women who go into the hospital to have their baby and come out two days later wearing their jeans (skinny or not) buttoned, zipped, and belted. Not only do I not understand these women I don't like them very much either. These are the same women that can eat chocolate chip cookies every stinkin day of their lives and go for an ocassional walk. "I just have a high metabolism." "It's genetic." I smile nicely, but inside I'm thinking "Bite me." Relax, I still love Jesus, He's helping me. No worries.
I don't understand...why it seemed Alan Greenspan just got to decide what happened everyday with the stock market/ Federal Reserve. (I know it was, and is more complex than that) But it just seemed so nonchalant, like he chose the numbers while flipping his lucky quarter. Maybe that's why they brought the alphabet into math. Something to do with Greenspan.
I don't understand...how my husband can say "I'm going to put some gas on" when he needs to fill the tank. That my friends has been an ongoing discussion/argument/debate for 23 years.
I don't understand....how those computer guys can actually find the black screen, type on it, and the next thing you know my computer has the ability to translate Japanese and get live music streamed in from an Australian shopping mall.
I really could go on and on...and maybe I'll come back here one day and share more of these with you. But I'm expecting a package from UPS so I'm going to run and use the bathroom real quick.
So, I've just touched on a more serious, monumental type of "I don't understand..." The kind that's deep, philisophical, and mind blowing. Oh and there are many more of those. Many things in life confound us and make us scratch our heads. But I'd like to focus on a few other, shall we say far less monumental ones.
I don't understand...why they had to bring the alphabet into math. I mean isn't math about numbers and reading about the alphabet? I'm all for multi-tasking, but I just don't see what X has to do with anything.
I don't understand...why as soon as I need to use the bathroom I get three urgent voicemails, 2 texts and the UPS man comes to the door.
I don't understand...what makes a person say "I think I'd like to be a proctologist"
I don't understand...boys wearing skinny jeans. I'm all for fashion, looking good, and liking what you wear. So maybe the better way to put it is I don't understand WHY anyone thinks skinny jeans look good on boys? Maybe it's an eye sight issue on my part. Or an age issue. My mom never liked those rolled up, pinned at the ankle jeans I wore in the 80's either.
As long as we're on the skinny jean thing....I don't understand why...so many people wear skinny jeans, when they are...well, not skinny. I think that needs to be a pre-requisite. No offense to anyone, but hey unless your legs actually DO look like straws I think boot cut is the way to go. No?
I'm still on the jean thing...I don't understand...women who go into the hospital to have their baby and come out two days later wearing their jeans (skinny or not) buttoned, zipped, and belted. Not only do I not understand these women I don't like them very much either. These are the same women that can eat chocolate chip cookies every stinkin day of their lives and go for an ocassional walk. "I just have a high metabolism." "It's genetic." I smile nicely, but inside I'm thinking "Bite me." Relax, I still love Jesus, He's helping me. No worries.
I don't understand...why it seemed Alan Greenspan just got to decide what happened everyday with the stock market/ Federal Reserve. (I know it was, and is more complex than that) But it just seemed so nonchalant, like he chose the numbers while flipping his lucky quarter. Maybe that's why they brought the alphabet into math. Something to do with Greenspan.
I don't understand...how my husband can say "I'm going to put some gas on" when he needs to fill the tank. That my friends has been an ongoing discussion/argument/debate for 23 years.
I don't understand....how those computer guys can actually find the black screen, type on it, and the next thing you know my computer has the ability to translate Japanese and get live music streamed in from an Australian shopping mall.
I really could go on and on...and maybe I'll come back here one day and share more of these with you. But I'm expecting a package from UPS so I'm going to run and use the bathroom real quick.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer...
It's really not funny, and I know it. It's never funny when people are in trouble. It's never funny when people do disgusting things. It's never funny when people need help, therapy, counseling. It's never funny when someone's actions hurt the people they love. Never.
So..I KNOW it's not funny....and I do take it seriously. Having said ALL that...I cannot for the life of me stop humming "Oh I wish were an Oscar Mayer Weiner" when I watch the news. And, well.. I just may snicker a tad. Still. And then I rebuke myself, feel guilty, tell myself it's not funny....and yet I still can't quite stop the giggles. The kind of giggles that you get in church. But hey, I am done with out right boisterous laughter.
It's going to take focus to stop singing that song, and not snort (just a little) everytime we break out the hotdogs to grill this summer. I know....it's NOT funny.
And that's all I have to say about that.
So..I KNOW it's not funny....and I do take it seriously. Having said ALL that...I cannot for the life of me stop humming "Oh I wish were an Oscar Mayer Weiner" when I watch the news. And, well.. I just may snicker a tad. Still. And then I rebuke myself, feel guilty, tell myself it's not funny....and yet I still can't quite stop the giggles. The kind of giggles that you get in church. But hey, I am done with out right boisterous laughter.
It's going to take focus to stop singing that song, and not snort (just a little) everytime we break out the hotdogs to grill this summer. I know....it's NOT funny.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Helllllooooo people.....
I'm back. I've had an extended absence from my blog in April and May....in truth Blogger has been a royal pain in the last few weeks to a month....not posting when I want to post....not allowing me to log in...etc. (So MOM, I have a post for you...just for you that I still need to re-write) More than that however, I've been adjusting to a few life changes...a new job, some kid stuff, and some other changes in my responsibilities in general. It kind of put the writing side of my brain in the uncreative ditch. So, today I'm digging out of that ditch and getting back on the road.
So much has happened while I've been away:
Tornadoes, floods, Mother's Day, (mom, see above about your post) Lindsay Lohan in lock down, graduations, high school reunions, snow melting, YES!, the rapture, (oh, wait, that's in October I forgot), Bin Laden took a swim in the ocean, a royal wedding, my eldest turned 20, (choke), Egypt, The Masters, Scotty won AI, and Steven Tyler's mouth is still gigantic, 22 bags of 'stuff' to the Goodwill, 10 bags of 'crapola' to the dump (all from our house..sheesh) Oprah went bye bye, the MN Twins suck-big-time, Easter, my parent's 43rd anniversary, (way to go parents), Tori Spelling is pregnant, I'm not pregnant, we got a new car, Trump's ego and hair are now equally scary, more tornadoes, we caught a mouse in the basement, my hubby is more handsomer, weddings, Dairy Queen re-opened, Memorial Day, flowers planted, Charlie Sheen went on 'winning' tour, Lady Gaga is still weird, and thankfully God is still the same.
Some of you have been so encouraging towards me regarding my blog and writing. Just before my break I started doing a bit of freelancing and Yahoo published a little article of mine. It wasn't a major thing, but still exciting for me. I'd like to pursue this avenue more and see where it leads. That anyone would read my musings is very humbling...and I want to say thank you for the support. I'd also like to ask what you'd like to read? Is there something you'd like me to write about? My dad has given me a few ideas recently, and that got me to thinking how I'd love to ask my readers the same thing.
So fire away...if you have a subject, event, topic, person, that you'd like me to write about let me know. I'm not claiming to be an expert in any area, but I'd certainly love to hear your ideas and put my spin on them. Just don't ask me to write about what was in those 10 bags of crapola. It's top secret, kind of like Donald's hair techniques.
So much has happened while I've been away:
Tornadoes, floods, Mother's Day, (mom, see above about your post) Lindsay Lohan in lock down, graduations, high school reunions, snow melting, YES!, the rapture, (oh, wait, that's in October I forgot), Bin Laden took a swim in the ocean, a royal wedding, my eldest turned 20, (choke), Egypt, The Masters, Scotty won AI, and Steven Tyler's mouth is still gigantic, 22 bags of 'stuff' to the Goodwill, 10 bags of 'crapola' to the dump (all from our house..sheesh) Oprah went bye bye, the MN Twins suck-big-time, Easter, my parent's 43rd anniversary, (way to go parents), Tori Spelling is pregnant, I'm not pregnant, we got a new car, Trump's ego and hair are now equally scary, more tornadoes, we caught a mouse in the basement, my hubby is more handsomer, weddings, Dairy Queen re-opened, Memorial Day, flowers planted, Charlie Sheen went on 'winning' tour, Lady Gaga is still weird, and thankfully God is still the same.
Some of you have been so encouraging towards me regarding my blog and writing. Just before my break I started doing a bit of freelancing and Yahoo published a little article of mine. It wasn't a major thing, but still exciting for me. I'd like to pursue this avenue more and see where it leads. That anyone would read my musings is very humbling...and I want to say thank you for the support. I'd also like to ask what you'd like to read? Is there something you'd like me to write about? My dad has given me a few ideas recently, and that got me to thinking how I'd love to ask my readers the same thing.
So fire away...if you have a subject, event, topic, person, that you'd like me to write about let me know. I'm not claiming to be an expert in any area, but I'd certainly love to hear your ideas and put my spin on them. Just don't ask me to write about what was in those 10 bags of crapola. It's top secret, kind of like Donald's hair techniques.
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