How To Leave Your Husband?

Wow.

http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/CollegeAndFamily/SuddenlySingle/HowToLeaveYourHusband.aspx

New Trends

Hey, everyone! This is the new trend! Let's all hop on the bandwagon of gayness!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24890159

Ok Ok. New hairstyles, fashion, and music are one thing; I get that: but I never would've thought being gay and adopting a few children would become trendy. Who knew? Perhaps getting pregnant and having an abortion as many times as possible will become a new trend...oh wait, it already is.

Man, those dudes are so so cool. I wish I could be cool like them. What was I thinking getting myself into a heterosexual relationship? Shucks!

To my understanding, it is common courtesy when making a phone call to a business or someone you've never met, to at least say "Hi. This is (so-and-so). I'm calling from (so-and-so business)," shortly after the person you called has answered the phone. Well, as you may or may not know, I work in a customer service environment (for the time being) where my primary responsibility is to answer phone calls from our customers/clients. Just the other day, I answered the phone with utmost professionalism, only to hear the person on the other line bark right back at me, "Do you speak Spanish?" in a very thick Hispanic accent.

Growl.
I immediately took a disliking for this person.

I certainly don't mind people talking in other languages, or not being that fluent in English here in America. But sheesh! At least have the decency to acknowledge the person on the other end of the phone!

"All children, except one, grow up."

That's right, folks. Don't think otherwise...it happens to us all (well, except for the one, and here's a hint in case you don't remember: oh Peter! Peter!). So yes, aging is inevitable. Oh, and by the way, it sucks!


And for some reason we're always trying to grow up before our time...


I was at the gym this morning, running on the gerbal machine (in other words, treadmill) watching the morning news on one of the tv's that hang from the ceiling so conveniently right in front of me. The segment was called "Kids and Politics." It featured about six little kids, probably around the ages of nine or ten years old, answering questions and voicing their opinions on current issues. Of course there's nothing wrong with free speech, I practice it frequently myself (hey, look! I'm doing it right now!). Anyway, they were little kids! They should be outside running around chasing each other, playing tag, and scrapping their knees on the ground, not answering questions about the current political state of America. Ugh!

J.M. Barrie would be very, very disappointed.

So, I have a BA in English Literature. I like to read. In fact, I love to read. Books to me are like chocolate cake to a chubby ten-year-old kid. OK, I'm sorry. That was a bit insulting.



Anyway, yes, I like to read. I enjoy browsing my local bookstore (preferably Borders) in search for whatever catches my interest at that given moment. Even if I've read a book before I'll still pick up a copy and glance through it, letting the words and passages seep back into the deep crevises of my mind, reminiscing the class discussion we had over a particular chapter, paragraph, or sentence and begin to feel mildly impressed with myself (not in a narcissistic fashion, of course, but enough to give myself a small pat on the back--confidence, maybe?).



Then, I begin to look through books I haven't read (yet), and I come to the realization that I don't know anything. I look around and see shelf after shelf of books I haven't read, all the ideas I've yet to become aquainted with, and I suddenly feel, well, stupid. And just like that (cue snap of fingers) the once comforting and relaxing bookstore becomes stressful, with each book taunting me and reminding me of how little and unimportant I am. I don't necessarily think this is a bad thing. Quite humbling, I suppose.

Snowfall

It snowed today! It snowed in Atlanta! And despite being so far below the Mason Dixon line, we had considerable accumulation - nearly one inch! Enough to cover car windshields, rooftops, and most of the grass. The roads, however, were clear. Oh well. It was nice to see a little snow as it brought back memories of being a child growing up in New York. Those were the days...making forts in the huge piles of snow the plows created, having snowball fights, and sleigh riding. As you can tell by the small snowman I made on my back porch, part of that child still exists within me.