Just a couple of years

In a first grade class at a local elementary today for work and the kids were playing a game of Heads Up Seven Up, and one of the three kids standing at the front of the class, the only boy, tooted a little.
The girl to his left glanced at him, and his smirk confirmed where the noise had come from. A small wave of giggles went through the classroom, including from the perpetrator, me and the teacher, but then the kids were quickly onto the game.
After leaving the school, I thought about the incident and how much difference a few years can make. Fart in front of class in the first grade, get some giggles. Do the same thing in seventh grade and be known as the "Fartster" until graduation.

Bloggette

I believe that people who are allergic to things like chocolate, milk or cats, things that are in everyday life or really enjoyable, should be considered disabled or sick.
I don't mean this in a insulting way (please, no one with allergies write me hate comments). It is just really sad to me.
I think we should have races, telethons and little buckets at the supermarket checkout to cure allergies. I would wear the ribbon, or at least drop my change in the bucket.

I'm Famous

So almost everyday my name is published in the newspaper. But today, I feel really famous, and my name wasn't even used.

Two of my photos were used on a posting for mentalfloss.com, the web site for the Mental Floss Magazine, which I just love. There tag line is "Where knowledge junkies get their fix."

They requested photos for people's neighborhood "pants" (you'll have to read the posting), basically quirky things where you live.

Well those who know me, know that is what I love to photograph. So I was all over this. I didn't even need take any new pictures (which was OK because most my local quirky things happen to be covered in several feet of snow). One of my favorites, the flamingos, I will have to blog about later.

Imagine my thrill when both of my photos were used on the posting. Seriously, it made my day.

On one they got my last name wrong and on other I forgot to sign my name, and I didn't even care.

Here is the link to see my and a bunch of other fun photos:

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/11530#comments

My happiness over this seems to be further proof that this is what I should be doing. I just wish I knew how.

Just telling them what they want to hear

So my friend's blog, complaining about the news coverage of Heath Ledger's death overriding thousands of Palestinians coming into Egypt after blowing up a border wall, reminded me of my PS on my last post reminding me to write about the media.

First, I will say that yes, I work in the media and no its not perfect. However by no means does it completely deserve the bad reputation it gets.

People are always complaining about how the Britneys, Lindsays and Parises or the rape, murders and perverts get too much coverage. Essentially blaming the media, whether it is CNN or your hometown newspaper, of sensationalizing crap.

But really it is the consumers of media, basically everyone with a TV, Internet connection or newspaper subscription, who are to blame.

News is a business, so media outlets publish what sells, whether it is the conflict in Darfur or Britney shaving her head.

Yes, people should care more about world affairs, or even what is going on at their city council, but the media can't force them. People should eat healthier too, but if McDonald's quit selling fries and hamburger they would go out of business.

So if you really want real news to be on the front page instead of being buried under the newest starlet's arrest, then put your money, or mouse, where its really important.

Honestly, where do you click first?

Just to let you know I was shocked by Heath Ledgers death -- read all about it, and I don't know that much about the recent Congo peace deal. But at least I realize that there are more important things going on in this world, and don't expect to be spoon fed the important issues. So to Shad: it is not the editor who should be embarrassed but the people.

Complicated snow

Apparently blogging only sounds like a good idea to me when I should be doing something else, for example work that I earn a paycheck for.


I have heard that people have been fired for doing stuff like this, or worse yet, that anything you do on the clock belongs to your employer. I better be careful and not accidentally write anything brilliant.


So really I don't have time to write about anything interesting. It was just that looking at my past blogs makes me miss green grass. As those who know me know I am not the biggest fan of winter anyway, but right now is the worst.


All the once beautiful snowflakes that floated down like magic angel dandruff to cover the earth, making everything look new and white, are now large crusty cold piles in various shades of dirty grey that seem to be constant reminders of all that is wrong with the world and my life.

I REALLY need some friggin' sunshine.

PS It seems like whenever I pull up a blank post, my mind follows suit and goes completely blank of all the ideas that only moments before where frantically bouncing around in my brain.
So this is a note to remember to write about the media and the public next time.

Tick tock

I shouldn't even be writing this blog because I don't have time, so I will make it about how I don't have time to write my blog.
I was reading all these other blogs thinking how do people have time for this, but in answer to my own question I guess if I wasn't reading other people's blogs I would have time to write my own.
Things I should be doing other that writing this:
*picking up my house
*taking a shower
*figuring out my mother's birthday present
*sleeping so I don't hit the snooze button more than three times in the morning

I wish cloning technology would hurry up. I would so send her to work tomorrow.

Things I would have my clone do:
*grocery shop for healthy food
*cook the healthy food
*exercise (not even sure if this would work)
*change my oil
*recycle
*clean the house
*go to work for me about 60 percent of the time
*write my blog

By the looks of this list, my clone, who doesn't even exist yet, is already a better person than me. I don't need that kind of competition.


PS the name of this post is an onomatopoeia