Forgetting all the lyrics

Thank goodness for 3 day weekends! Life has been too busy these last several weeks to even attempt to orangize my thoughts. Even now, there's so many things built up inside my head -- everything wants to come pouring out all at once, but my mouth is only so big and my fingers can only type so fast.

So while I get myself organized, here's the most recent event that... well, that may haunt me forever...

I couldn't look at the presenter because in my line of vision was a 200+ lb. man with pants too low, a shirt too high and a really hairy butt crack....   Could he not feel the draft????

I can't see the stars tonight;
the street lamps are much too bright.
Compensation for all our childhood fears,
still not certain where the monsters lie.

I can't hear you speak tonight;
their words are much too loud.
Never was much for being alone
kind of frightened of myself

I thought it would... I thought it would be more than this, my life. I thought I would grow up, get out, and be something... someone. But, as you've now come to realize, I'm not good at putting it all into action. I'm only good at being a dreamer. And that... in reality? That doesn't take you very far. They say it does, but... that belief may be just a dream as well.

"Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they're used... The lies of the past were long gone and now the truth was everywhere... [People] needed something to keep them warm. And so I lied... 'We're going to be okay.'  ...There's a word for that kind of lie.
HOPE."

-- author Max Brooks

Freakin' hilarious.... and PETA friendly.

 McDonald's changes McFlurry lids

Ah Presidents' Day. A time to remember the great Abe Lincoln, George Washington, John F. Kennedy, and George W. Bush.... A time to reflect upon the great contributions people have made to this country... A time to get out the wallets and hit all the sales?!?!

...Okay, yes, I'll admit it... I picked option #3.

The point is, that I went to a mall knowing full well that there would be tons of people there [it's a holiday AND i reside near the "House of Mouse"] Ah, big deal. I can handle the screaming kids, the slow walkers, even the weird people that ogle me as I try to walk to the next store. But what I can't handle, what annoys me the most? The utter lack of disrespect for the "bubble"... My "Bubble" -- that invisible personal space that surrounds you, that nobody [unless asked] should have access to.

Now, I'm not talking about the average invasion of the "bubble" -- people accidentally bumping into you [while trying to get to merchandise] or the "bubble brush" [because it's a tight space and there's only so much room]. I'm speaking of the "Inconsiderate Bubble Bump". This occurs when standing in line and the person behind you stands way too close.

Too close, as in every time that person moves, they brush your back or your arm with either themselves or what they're carrying. Now, because of size and how much you have in your hands, the average space between two people varies, but for the most part, think of the space as...about an arm's length away from the person in front of you.

So, to sum it up...If I can feel your breath on my neck -- too close, stay the F outta my bubble. If you're screaming kid's stroller hits the back of my ankle -- too close, stay the F outta my bubble.  If I turn around and am able to take a step towards you, perfect. You weren't in my bubble [but now I'd be in yours].

Happy Presidents' Day

Don't Wake Me Up

                                                 " ....Memories, like embers, keep us warm..."

It's like that feeling of the first day of school. You're excited; you're nervous; you're hoping everyone likes you, but you don't want to seem to eager.
Then the newness wears off, the excitement lessens, and you grow comfortable. You meet people who become some of your best friend; and you meet those that you try to stay away from as much as possible [for various reasons]. Either way, you just hope and pray that you don't have to be the new kid again* -- that you can stay awhile and make this "home".

 *I was a military brat, being the "new kid" was my entire existence up until high school. I hated it. But now, being in my late twenties, I actually long for the days of packing up my stuff and moving to a new town -- just for the adventure of it all!