OH MY GOD WHERE DID OCTOBER GO?
OH MY GOD WHERE DID OCTOBER GO?
OH MY GOD WHERE DID OCTOBER GO?
I watched The Office last night. Interesting that it was about Michael and the super cute Holly who he loves so much BREAKING UP. Timing timing timing.
I did NOT however watch It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. While I love that show very much, I also know that it was a show that *we* loved very much and looked forward to watching together every week.
Again, someday but not now. I’m trying to move on.
Of course my most sweetest little niece in the WHOLEWIDEWORLD who loveslovesloves *him* so asked me on the phone this morning in super excited cute three-year-old voice “What is MARK gonna be for Halloween? I think he should be a scarecrow!”
I heard a snippet of the Obama informericial on NPR this morning and the background music I heard for 5 seconds alone made me glad I stayed away.
And then I read this. Guess he had a target audience eh? And it sure wasn’t me.
Even so, the Obamercial created the same unease in this old-fashioned New Dealer that Obama’s acceptance speech at the Democratic convention did. In both I thought there was an overemphasis on Americans as pitiful victims in need of rescue from above, something that could be politically dangerous in a nation as optimistic and proud as our own, even in—especially in—a crisis.
The classic Obama speech includes a litany of victims—the laid-off worker, the mother who works two jobs, the retiree who can’t pay for medication. Even soldiers are potential victims; when they are individualized, it is not as heroes battling our nation’s enemies, but as sons and daughters, husbands and wives, fathers and mothers, going into harm’s way. These hard-working victims of misfortune need to be rescued by a deus ex machina, in the form of an apparently nonpartisan presidential candidate with a lot of detailed plans.
This is good news, right?
The Buffalo metro area, which consists of Erie and Niagara counties, added 2,100 jobs between September 2007 and the same month this year. That put it in 40th place among 310 U.S. metros.
I guess sort of. Yay for us for not being too productive in the first place to lose tons of jobs!
Eek, check out Rochester though.
• Rochester, down 5,300
“We live in a time when cellphones and cable TV are considered necessities,” he said. “But they really aren’t,” Jeff Wise, president of Consumer Credit Counseling Service of Southern West Virginia, told NBC affiliate WBOY.
The Denver Post similarly advised readers that if they want to avoid bankruptcy, they need to “eliminate … luxuries that we pretend are necessities” such as “visits to the spa … and cable television.”
VISITS TO THE SPA? I’ve been to the spa ONCE and it was a gift. Are you kidding me? Who are these people? WHO out there pretends that a visit to the spa is a necessity?
“Video and broadband are no more discretionary for most families than running water or electricity,” said Berstein Research analyst Craig Moffett, in a note to investors.
RUNNING WATER OR ELECTRICITY? Really? Um, ok.
As soon as the writing was on in ink on the wall the FIRST thing I did was cancel cable. AND WE WERE PAYING FOR “cheap” cable without DVR. When I move to my own place? I’m not even thinking I will be able to afford high speed anything. And I surely won’t be getting cable on my own. I rarely watch TV as it is and actually liked our life much better when we didn’t have cable the first year in the apartment.
I do love the internet though and living on my own after living with a partner will be quite lonely for sometime I’m sure.
But a necessity? Wow. Wake up America.
Perhaps it’s because the election season has died down and people are bored. No wait, perhaps it’s because it’s getting COLD in Buffalo and people are hunkering down at their computer at night instead of doing lawn work.
Or maybe it’s because drama loves company and who doesn’t love a good breakup story?
But my blog traffic has doubled in the past few days.
Sometimes it’s hard to be a blogger. I obviously over share my life with others on this blog and have been doing so for years and years now (in fact- over five years.) Tis my blessing and my curse. I’ve dated people who have been VERY private and made slight appearances and mentions here and there. And um, been with other people who barely were mentioned and then there’s Mark. Who didn’t mind being a part of my blog world. (Now, I’m just plain sad again.)
Over the years I also have become at least locally, a publicish figure with a few profiles here and there out in the News.
Which all means this. I SIMPLY HAVE TO BLOG, it’s a part of who I am. But it is important to remember that while really, I am who I am on this page, I also am not EVERYTHING you see on this page. All Things? Many Things? But not EVERYTHING. And there are always words left unsaid and conversations not heard and stories unshared…
So while I need to somewhat journal through my next journey…I have to be very cautious as well.
It sort of freaks me out thinking who might be reading. I know my exes all have access to this my blog. I know my family does. I know all my friends and many people I see in the community and also co-workers past and present occasionally check in. (Edited for positive thinking: And I know that my someday Mr. Right will have access to this very post someday too.)
I also know Mark’s family and Mark’s friends (who are were my friends too…) stop in from time to time. I won’t change my web address, I have nothing to hide. But know I’m treading along cautiously…
And I’m very thankful for all your kind thoughts and wishes.
Dear Martina McBride,
I enjoy your music very much. In fact the song “This One’s For The Girls” always lifts my spirits, but I’ve always wondered…13, 25…42. Why don’t you have anything to say about the girls that are MY AGE?
“This is for all those girls about 36, picking up pieces of life they just can’t fix…”
If you could please send me the lyrics for the women the verse that was cut from this song and let me know how I am supposed to be feeling right now I would greatly appareciate it. Thank you.
Really? The other night I couldn’t relax. I actually always ahve a difficult time relaxing and have been spending too much time in bed just lying there anyhow, but this was different. My mind was everywhere. And I started to pray the Hail Mary.
What? Where did THAT come from?
I’ve been saying that I need to get to church…the last few visits to a chuch over the year have been for a funeral, another funeral and a wedding. Gulp.
But this? This came as a total surprise, especially since um, I’m not so much Catholic anymore (did the First Communion thing, not Confirmation.)
So I went back and did an imaginary rosary in my head. Of course, I did it wrong but I’m gonna go with the fact that I tried and that has to mean something.
Or maybe not.