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I’ve seen the ads for High School Reunion on TV – I never was attracted to this particular “reality” show.
This afternoon while enjoying a partial “snow day” I was flicking through the channels – my old soaps don’t appeal to me since I haven’t watched them in years. Reruns of Green Acres didn’t really appeal to me either. I stopped on an episode of High School Reunion.
Now I know why my initial response to this show was “ick.”
The only thing terrific about this reunion is that it’s in Hawaii. However, it seems like there are a bunch of 17 year olds in 37 year old bodies. Petty jealousies, crushes, annoyances, etc…
My 20th high school reunion was nothing like this. First of all, it was not in Hawaii (bummer) but most importantly, it
Me & Princess in High School
was a lot of fun. There were people I spoke and laughed with who wouldn’t give me a 2nd glance in high school. I was so bummed that it was over after just a few hours. I’m looking forward to the next one.
Watching this show is like driving by an accident scene, and watching what’s going on – you are repulsed and compelled at the same time.
I’m not sure, but I’ll bet some of the other viewers are probably held by the same compulsion. If my reunions were like this, I’d never go; it’s too much like still being in high school.
My girlfriend and I were out doing not-quite-so-last-minute Christmas shopping today. We went to “The Big City” of
"I'm Just Not Myself!"
Scranton, because we had plans on hitting Panera Bread, our favoritest place to go.
There was a two hour delay today so our “head start before the kids get off the bus this afternoon” plans were set back a bit, but, hey, we were heading out anyway (and we WERE going to hit Panera Bread!)
School started at 10:00. My friend’s son was back to school after a two week absence due to other issues but this morning he was bright eyed and bushy tailed and raring to go. Somewhere between the last time I saw him at 9:15 and the nurse calling us at 11:15, he “lost himself.”
“Please come and get him,” said the nurse on the phone. “His teacher sent him down to me because he’s just not himself.”
No fever, no barfing, nothing like that. No, poor little guy just seems out of sorts and “just isn’t himself.”
Wow. When I worked at the daycare center we were not allowed to call the parents unless the child had been throwing up or had a fever of at least 101.
We did some talking and realized that Sonny Boy knew that Mommy was shopping with me, and he was missing out on all the fun…and he had gym class today too, which wasn’t very appealing.
So his strategy almost worked – his evil plan worked on his teacher, and amazingly, the school nurse, but not on Mommy & Me. Interestingly enough, he was just fine when he got off the bus and was playing with his friends.
“But mom, I was awful sick when the nurse called you.”
Yeah, right. Hon, ya gotta get up pretty early in the morning to pull a fast one on ol’ Mom and Wizzy.
Boy, if only WE had been lucky enough to have such a gullible nurse. I could have gotten out of a LOT of school, simply by not “acting myself.”
And let me tell you, the chicken tortilla soup in a sourdough bread bowl was amazing….
SAD BOY pic courtesy of jodiwilldare, Creative Commons
I am constantly annoyed by the perpetuation of stupid myths by my brothers and sisters in Christ. The one currently annoying me is the “Theology” of The Twelve Days of Christmas.
I pride myself on my imagination, but there is no way that a “partridge in a pear tree” will make anyone think of Jesus Christ. Or “three French hens” will make people remember “Father, Son, Holy Ghost.” When I hear “three French hens” I think “DINNER!”
Some of the ideas are not so far fetched; the two turtle doves could make one think of the Bible (Old and New Testament) since the dove has long been a traditional biblical symbol. The 5 golden rings being the 5 books of Moses? It’s a stretch but not too bad.
The rest of it is way too much of a stretch. Someone had a very vivid imagination and probably too much time on their hands to come up with the rest of the theological contortions…
I am sick and tired of this nonsense being spread around in emails and on blogs – spreading fiction as fact is makes Christians look like gullible idiots.
TRUTH OR FICTION: 12 Days of Christmas
RANT AHEAD:
I’d really like to take this time to rant about how STUPID I think a certain line of thinking is, regarding gift cards.
“I think giving gift cards is 100% thoughtless unless you don’t know the person.”
It’s a gift, someone thought about you, someone drove to a store, and probably picked out a gift card with a cute picture on it – purchased it and sent it to you. It has value, it cost them something, and the best part is you can get what you want with it.
Is a birthday card with a scribbled signature and nothing to go with it more thoughtful? The same thought that goes into buying a gift card goes into buying a birthday card – unless it’s a birthday card from a box, which means there is even LESS thought behind it.
My brother’s family lives 3000 miles away. I have not seen them for 14 years with the exception of two days this July. I do not know what they have, what they want, what they need, what they don’t need. But I show that I love and think about them and want to give them something. I not only pick out a different style card for each family member, but I pick one with a picture on it that will appeal to them. I then purchase a tiny gift to go with it, like a new pair of gloves or a new pair of socks, and wrap them up with a “XXXOOO DON’T OPEN TILL CHRISTMAS” message on it.
And I know that a lot of people get hoity toity, dismissing gift cards as “thoughtless” – when actually it might be the most thoughtful thing someone can give, since they recognize maybe you might want something other than what they may pick for you.
I think looking down on someone’s gift of a gift card is as ungrateful as not liking some other gift (i.e., another useless set of stinky cheap lotion and shower gel in a basket, or a cheapo men’s tool kit with an imitation leather case, or two bottles of Old Spice….or yet another Hickory Farms box of fake cheese and stinky salami.)
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest – I’ve seen people degrade gift cards long enough!
HEY EVERYONE! YOU CAN GIVE ME ALL THE GIFT CARDS YOU GET THAT “WEREN’T THOUGHTFUL ENOUGH…”
BTW, there is an email circulating about store closings and gift cards, etc. Here is an update from Snopes.com about it.
From http://www.wnep.com:
Posted: Aug 15, 2008 02:32 PM
Last Updated: Aug 15, 2008 02:33 PM
A man who sexually an eight-year-old boy will spend at least nine years in state prison.
Steven Wolpert, 54, of Hawley was sentenced Thursday in Wayne County court.
Police said Wolpert molested the boy between January, 2006 and December, 2007. He was sentenced to nine to 18 years in prison and has been deemed a sexually violent predator.
Please, someone tell me WHY someone who is deemed a SEXUALLY VIOLENT PREDATOR is not locked away FOR LIFE???
Uhhh…does anyone want to know what a colon massage is? Or a colon center? A colon massage center? I really don’t.
Passed this sign in downtown Honesdale one day last summer. I am amused by the words chosen. I saw another one in Hawley that advertised “Used Music and DJ Service” – which of course begged the question – aren’t ALL DJ’s “used?” Unless you happen to be his first gig?
All over the Northeast PA, I see signs that just make me snicker. “Building Supplys” is a good one; another one is “Edith’s Hair Stylist.” Who is Edith, and why should we care who her hair stylist is?
Misplaced apostrophes are another favorite: “All Sort’s Of Rug’s To Choose From.”
I also enjoyed seeing a sign indicating that a business had moved “Next Door to Galinksy’s” – however, the neighboring business was Glinsky’s. Oops.
I know – this post is full of grammar errors too. Glass houses, throwing stones, all that. Difference being, I’m not trying to advertise my business with it. That’s my other blog. This one is just for good plain snarky fun.
I have a feeling that the stupid category is going to be the one with the most entries.
Tonight, my 12-year old daughter (herewith known as Teeky. Don’t tell her, though) was invited by her band teacher to participate in a concert at another school in our district. This is a smaller school and Mr. M needed another clarinet player.
Teeky was a little nervous because she hadn’t been to this school before, and she was uncertain about finding her way around, even though Mr. M assured her she’d have no trouble. I told her not to worry, someone inside would direct us to the band room.
As soon as we went inside, we spotted a custodian, standing with his hands in his pockets, shooting the breeze with two ladies. I smiled and said “Excuse me – could you please tell us how to get to the band room?”
He laughed incredulously and pointed at my daughter. “Doesn’t she know where it is??” he said, unable to contain his laughter. Teeky turned red with embarrassment.
“As a matter of fact, no she doesn’t. She’s never been here before. She was invited to play tonight with the band.”
“Oh, she’s from the north school?” he asked, still not telling us where the band room is. “Why?”
At this point one of the other ladies interrupted and said “Come on, I’ll show you where it is…” and she kindly took us to our destination, while Uriah Heep kept his hands in his pockets and continued to snicker. About what, anyone can guess.
You would expect an immature display like that from a kid, maybe – but then again, maybe not. When you ask an adult for such simple help, you don’t expect to be ridiculed and interrogated.
Just tell us where the band room is, okay?
