The Waiting Game

Geez, I hate to wait.  Apparently so do the British people and the world's press.  They are all anxiously camped out in front of the hospital where the poor Kate Middleton is in labor.  I feel sorry for the girl.  Nobody cares how long she is in labor or if she is doing all right, they just want to see that baby so pop it out already.  They've been waiting for weeks.
It must be hard to live in a fishbowl like the Royals.  They have to keep calm and carry on and all that.  People always want to take their photo or touch their hand or something.
That poor baby.  I already heard that he or she will be the most photographed person in the world. And the poor kid hasn't even been born yet.  I hope the kid turns out like Suri Cruise who told the photographers to back off and stay away from her.
Now she is a "brat."   I hope the little royal prince or princess has the guts to do the same.  You go, Suri.  And how fun it would be to see a royal brat.  I'm loving the idea already!  Hey, the kid is going to be their ruler some day, they may as well learn respect right up front.

I Scream You Scream

We all scream for ice cream!!!  Happy Ice Cream Day, everyone.
Did I have ice cream? You bet I did. 
Did I drink wine?   Remember the rule??  Wine and dairy don't mix.
Surprisingly, vanilla is the top favorite flavor of ice cream.  It is my favorite for sure.  There are others I like but hands down, vanilla is the best.
Recent "research" revealed that vanilla lovers are far from bland.  We are daring and take risks.  We set lofty goals for ourselves. We like to experiment. We are sure of ourselves. And we are so stubborn, you can never talk us out of loving vanilla.
So, take that, chocolate lovers and rocky road eaters.
My next experiment is going to be vanilla ice cream after a glass of wine.  I'm sure it is going to work out fine. Don't try to talk me out of it!

Time

I spent the evening among friends last night.  Some of them were friends we've known for a long time and some of the newer.  Some of our "Old" friends are some young women I've known since they were born.
They were the cutest little things you ever saw.  They were always in fluffy dresses( the kind with pinafores), they played the piano, they took dance lessons, they marched in the high school band.  And now they are adults.
We were all drinking Sangria and having a great conversation when all of a sudden, time stood still for me and they became those little girls for one more time.  I shook my head and everyone came back to reality(especially me) and the conversation continued.
How lucky we are that these kids still want to spend time with us and so do their significant others.
I thought I was a little crazy until DD told me she looked at the oldest girl (who she used to babysit) and for a second she saw the little five year old she remembered.
Time, Time, see what you've done to us?

Hang Up

For heaven's sake, get off the darn phone.  Yes, I'm talking to you, the lady going 31 in a 35 zone and slowing down even as I creep up behind her.
Call your friend later.
And you, guy driving the big almost-semi truck.  Really?  You could barely make it around the corner but you felt free to drive with one hand and carry on a cell phone conversation at the same time?  Surely, you could have called them later.
Oh, you're not off the hook either, lady who pulled out right in front of me.  Didn't see me did you?  Well, I WAS THERE.  Lucky for you I wasn't on the phone.
All this happened in a 10 minute trip to and from the grocery store.  I'm sure glad I don't drive to work any more.

Headlines

You know those odd headlines I thought were gone?  Well, they are here.  I found them in DH's favorite reading spot.(I'll let you guess)
I love these because they are so bizarre.
The first one tells about a day care worker who was working with a five year old and the child bit another kid.  So did the day care worker discuss it with him and put him in time out?  Nope.  She bit him. Seriously.  She is now a criminal.
Some guy got duped by a naked woman swimming in his pool.  He was so enthralled by her nudity that he couldn't stop looking so her husband robbed the guy while he was salivating...for 20 minutes.  Police have no leads.  The dude cannot even describe the woman! Ha!
Some man in Texas was arrested for the second time for having sex with his horse.  Must be love.
My favorite of the week is that three young women beat a guy up with their shoes because he wouldn't buy one of them a drink.  How many times would I liked to have done that back in the bar scene days?  Hope they were wearing stilettos.

The Life of a Child

How much should a child's life be worth?  A life given for a life taken?  A long prison sentence to live with what you have done?  A million dollar payment?  Community service with young people?  In Florida, apparently the answer is none of the above.
I don't know what happened between Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman. I just know I don't think anyone should shoot an unarmed child.  Even if he is beating you up.  Even if he is a punk or a thug. No adult should shoot an unarmed child.  I can't say that enough.
I don't know if I think George Zimmerman deserves to die but I do think he needs to have to pay the price for the taking of Trayvon's life.  I find it hard to believe that he had to shoot to kill in order to save himself.  I keep wondering why he didn't just shoot a warning shot or hit the kid in the shoulder or the leg?  Why a killing shot?
I am willing to concede that perhaps George Zimmerman was not a practiced shot or any kind of sharp shooter. That only makes me more suspicious.
Trayvon Martin may not have been a golden child.  Maybe he was even a thug.  I don't know.  I do know he was a child, a teenage child.  He probably had his hood pulled way down and he was probably hunched over a bit as teens tend to do.  He may even have looked menacing. He may have been belligerent.  HE WAS A CHILD!!
There will be a civil suit in this case and we will hear about the whole incident again.  I still won't  pass judgement on either the man or the boy.  I just have to be an advocate for  Trayvon.  He was a CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the News

I now get an electronic paper every day.  Great! I thought to myself --no more piles of  paper in the family room.  I can keep my own archives right in a folder in my email.
It was such a good plan or so I thought.
I went into the folder today to get some information from yesterday that I wanted to tell you about and Lo! and Behold! when I clicked on yesterday's email--there was today's paper.  What???????  Where is yesterday?  I saved all those emails for nothing?
Sometimes the technology just pisses me off.  It should always work the way I want it to, right?  I can sympathize with those people who call DH for computer support.  They just want the darn thing to work. Period.
I can't get a pedometer that works right either.  Oh, that's not exactly true.  I had a good one and it got lost.  I tried about three other cheap ones but none of them worked.  So I had to get a new "good" one...for forty bucks.  Lost it on vacation.
I tried another two and neither one works right so I have now purchased a wrist pedometer that I am pinning my hopes on.
Anyway, back to the paper.  It runs funny or bizarre stories on Mondays that you may have missed.  I wanted to share them with you but they are out in the trash and it is trash day around here.  I could probably look them up some other way but I want my technology to just work. Period.