I’m not usually at a loss for words. In fact, it happens rarely. Today, I am at a loss for a cohesive posting – I don’t have one topic I feel the urge to discuss, or one story I feel compelled to share. Instead, I’m simply gonna let myself wander.
A company spends mega dollars for marketing campaigns to produce tv commercials which will air when I’m watching my favorite program. They get my attention by using their own children as the actors in the commercial. I find it disturbing when small children who can hardly form syllables on their own, let alone have any concept of advertising, tell me why their dad’s heating company is the best, or why their dad’s law firm should be the one I choose, and especially I don’t like little kids trying to sell me cars. I imagine some folks find it charming and cute. I don’t.
Stomping on the gas to run a yellow light so you can get to the next light faster even though it has already turned red is plain stupid. I witnessed this behavior on Monday as I stopped at the first yellow light. When it turned green, I casually caught up to the person at the next red light which was just about to turn green, looked over and gave him a big smile. We both knew I was the one using my gasoline wisely and he hadn’t gotten any farther than I by pressing the accelerator to the floor to miss that yellow light. At least I think he knew that. There’s a chance he didn’t get it at all.
My dog is smarter than I give her credit for. The other evening I had taco chips she wanted. I wouldn’t part with any and so ignored her. EmmaLou walked into another room, picked up two toys, brought them both back in her mouth and dropped them in my lap. Then she looked from the toys to the chips. I call that bartering.
There is a direct correlation between when I want quiet time and when my neighbor decides to add a room to his house.
The difference between the calorie-laden, fat-full dish of vanilla ice cream and the low-calorie, low-carb dish of vanilla ice cream is that the first will contribute to weight gain while the latter will result in gastrointestinal distress. Some days it’s a toss-up whether I care that no one of the human species will be inclined to stand next to me in a matter of hours, or whether I want my jeans to button.
I’ll leave you to your own ramblings now while I meander on out of here…sigh