Day Planners, Agendas et al.

How fabulous. My dislike for day planners and other sort of organizational books does not stem from my lack of organization or time management. I get to blame someone else for it! Therefore, my avoidance of such books comes from having a father 'pencil' us (siblings and me) into his schedule for when he could see us. But I guess that's as far as the blame goes. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

Shithead

"A woman insists her pet's name belongs on his tombstone even though others say the name is obscene and has no place in a cemetery"

The story is, a woman in Kentucky purchased a plot for both herself and her dog. After the dog passed away, she had the monument erected with the Rat Terrier's name on it. "Shithead". I find it to be a perfectly acceptable name, but that could be because I love the movie The Jerk with Steve Martin.
- You shouldn't call that dog a hero, you should call him Shithead!

Either / Or

What would you rather...?
Witness an example of the sad state of human beings or realize that perhaps you are a wee bit too paranoid?

Situation - At a coffee place, paid and tip was left on the counter. Tip may have gone unnoticed by worker, however, it appeared as though the customer behind me included the 'tip' change as part of his payment.

So what would you rather? Would you rather be paranoid and distrusting, believing that someone could do this sort of thing? Or would you rather accept that some people really are this tacky and pathetic?

I Am That Bitch

Today I transformed into that nasty customer. But to take full responsibility would be greatly inappropriate. It was a combination of circumstances and a novel I've just finished reading [the characters encountered unpleasant customer service]. I was purchasing a bookcase and the one I wanted did not seem to be available. Not wanting to waste a trip, I decided to purchase the smaller one, realizing that either way I could use it or return it. When I removed the bookcase from the shelf, another from behind came tumbling down and hit me. Granted, this is funny, but only because I am squishy.
At the cash register I told the cashier that perhaps they should reconsider how they stock the shelves, especially heavier items above a particular level. Her non-committal attitude infuriated me, prompting me to sneer, "I am okay, thank you for asking".
Really it wasn't a big deal for me. But again, had it been someone else, it could have cause injury and that sucks. Plus I don't want any stupid lawsuits effecting the price of the products at this store.
If only I could shake the slight guilt I have for being snippy with the cashier.

It's Hot!

It's hot!
I can't get cool,
I've drunk a quart of lemonade.
I think I'll take my shoes off
And sit around in the shade.

It's hot!
My back is sticky,
The sweat rolls down my chin.
I think I'll take my clothes off
And sit around in my skin.

It's hot!
I've tried with 'lectric fans,
And pools and ice cream cones.
I think I'll take my skin off
And sit around in my bones.

It's still hot!

Damn Shel Silverstein was the greatest, wasn't he? This treasure is from A Light in the Attic

The Older Generation Always Slagging the Following Generation

I am about to fall into the trap of passing judgement onto the generation that proceeds mine. But I think it's inevitable. One generation always voices concern (possibly even disdain) of the following, younger generation. With what seems like innocence lost at much earlier ages, I believe I have found what was our (my generation's) saving grace:

That's right. The Mini*Pops. Taking the idea of what kids naturally do - imitate singers as they sing along in their bedrooms - and turning it into records. What was so great about this is that the kids were just that- kids. The ages ranged from eight to twelve, therefore they were easily identified with. Conversely, critics accused the producers of The Mini*Pops of child exploitation, claiming the kids wore too much make-up and were singing songs not appropriate for such an age (ie. Rolling Stone's "Satisfaction", The Vapors' "Turning Japanese"). Truthfully my innocence allowed me to be ignorant to any explicit sexual references, and I simply enjoyed dancing to the music as the records played on my sister's record player.