First off, I have to commend the lovely Maegan for being such a good sport yesterday, she loved the video. I knew there was something I liked about that gal, and if I offended her, she sure didnt let on! Go check her out soon, she has an insane (awesome) sense of style, and she and her husband are living the LA life while the rest of us watch it on TV...well, not me, but everyone else. I swear. Really.
Next, MamaKat's Workshop had a writing prompt that I wanted to answer today:
Prompt: Are you always right?
Answer: Yes. See below.
Other than that, I only have a short message for a guy I almost met this morning.
The guy in the pickup.
Who had previously eaten his Chick-Fila, gathered up his trash, and placed it in the refuse-disposal device...the back of his truck.
You see, my friend, you think it's funny. Or, you believe that there is some benevolent mystical force that along with removing toenail-perforated socks from your dryer, also removes and disposes of your trash from the bed of your truck in an appropriate container for you.
But in fact, when you are hurrying to Walmart to get the latest box set of "Dirty Jobs" and an eighteener of Olympia, that trash catches the gust of wind (that I can only assume was intended to carry the last 20 points of your IQ off into the breeze) and ends up on the street where our kids play.
You, my friend, as well as the lady I saw roll down he window recently to dispose of TWO full fast food bags and TWO half full Big Gulps at the stoplight she was bored at, can share the same feces-filled room in hell.
Throw your damn trash in a trash can. It was all I could do not to chase you down, follow you home, and spend a beautiful afternoon kanoodling with your neighbors to inform them what an ass you are.
If the problem is simply that you dont have enough room in the cab for that last bag of trash, it might be time for a minivan. Whatever the cause of your deficiencies, it's time to wake up and become a valid citizen. Look it up.
And while you're at it, mow your lawn. Never mind how I know.
(Yo MamaKat...See how right I am...AGAIN??!!)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
posthumous pointerTo laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson