De-pants!

I got rid of two pairs of pants last night! I only have about forty left to go! I mean, if I haven't worn them in a year I should get rid of them, right? (The answer to this is yes...only my mother tilts her head to think about this one!)

I don't accept it

I don't accept two things today:

1) That the Sears Tower is now called Willis Tower (WRONG)
2) Women that work out with their hair down (WRONG)

Sorry I don't have more to say than this, but I'm sure I'll come up with something better soon.

Shut up!

I feel like I've posted about this before, but maybe not. People who look at their phone during a movie or play should be taken out front and flogged. It's annoying. The whole screen lights up and it ruins the ambiance. They make some device where you can jam the signals of cell phones around you (like in the immediate vicinity) and I think I'm going to look into it. Then again, then the idiots would probably spend even more time looking at their phones because they'd want to figure out what was wrong with it! AH!
I really don't have much more to say than that.

People who cut in line

Has it been that long? No post since August 23rd? You might ask if I've been under a rock or hiding out somewhere...nope. The answer is the general business of life has been interfering with my ability to blog (add in a touch of laziness and working on other writing projects and that's really about all I've been doing).

My post today is about people who cut in line. I don't like them. I was at a festival on Saturday and I confronted a woman about it telling her where the line began-way behind me and everyone else in front of me. She made some comment like "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to the lady up there." She pointed, referencing the woman working the booth who had no idea that some cutter was manipulating the system. And with that flippant comment, I was really angry (not to mention I'd had a glass or two of sauvignon blanc so I'd found myself with a tad bit more courage than normal...even though I would have said something anyway). Then, she proceeded to ignore me and go to the front of the line anyway and get what she wanted before everyone else in line. She started to walk by me again and I reminded her "like I said, the line begins back there...we're ALL waiting." She proceeded to act like she didn't hear me and give me a general look of unbelievableness (if that's a word) with an obvious trace of fear that I actually confronted her and because I'm sure her whole life is based off of doing what she did without comment from anyone around her. Now, what I really wanted to do to finish our "conversation" was to smack that plate of cheesecake out of her hand that she had just purchased by cutting in line. I know, I know, definitely not a lady-like thing to do and definitely not a way to make a good example with children. So, instead I just gave her a look, the look that told her I could make an example of her if I wanted to but I was going to take the high road. The one good thing that came out of it was the woman behind me seemed pleased that someone said something. The bad thing that came out of it is that is actually ruined my time for a moment, and I just don't like that.

Anyway, today I condemn all of the people who cut in line and remind them that karma is always lying in wait.

Turn it down/Pull them up

I would like to eighty-six the idea that someone should be allowed to listen to music so loudly in their car that I can hear it (even when I'm several cars away). Please don't assume I want to listen to your gangster rap, bad 80's tunes, or even Frank Sinatra. I may not be in the mood to be subject to your tastes. It's just so annoying. I put the eighty-sixing of this concept right up there with guys who thinks it's cool to wear their pants around their knees so I can see their underwear/boxers. Ridiculous. I'm not even sure why this isn't public indecency. I actually had an attorney tell me once that one of his clients attempted to flee from the scene of a crime but couldn't because he kept trying to pull up his pants and was incessantly tripping on them. What an idiot because he committed a crime and then he wasn't even smart enough to wear pants that fit properly so he could get a away.

Map to Nowhere

It is without fail that I keep lots of things I shouldn't. I have a large collection of maps (and other useless pamphlets) from trips we've taken. I think my hope is that I'll go back there again--or that someone I know will go and I can save them some time and point them in the right direction of something we did while in a certain location. The problem with this last point is that I can rarely find this stuff when other people are practically en route. So, yesterday I found myself throwing out some old literature and maps from places we haven't been in a while. I even took a moment to look up the old map I had for a place we went to several years ago and I found it to a fairly useless map as a major road had changed. Thus, to the recycle bin it went. I think in the future I'm going to make it my goal to pick up as few pieces of paper I can about a place I'm visiting. Perhaps I'll learn to listen better and simply report based on what I remember. It just seems easier on our place and the environment.

For God's sake man, throw it out

Has it really been a fortnight since I've posted! UGH! Please bear with me as I need some comfort during this hard posting time...
The worst of all things lurking in my needing to be cleaned out wardrobe is a swimsuit from yesteryear. YIKES! There is nothing quite like an old swimsuit to darken my spirits--reminding me of the ten pounds I can't lose and the just-dug-up look I maintain (even in the midst of one of the hottest, sunniest summers ever). Thus, it is with great pride I now trash the yesteryear swimsuit. I do note that I got good use out of it, as it couldn't be worn anymore if I wanted to as there's some elastic that would surely give way from overuse and an extra pound here and there, but it must go.
I think tomorrow I'll have a salad and multiple glasses of water to comprise my daily caloric intake.