So after much thought and deliberation, here I am with a blog. I plan to put a lot of things I’ve already written (and I will let you know stuff like “this was written in FB on / / .”), as well as general musings, and probably a bunch of stuff about my weight loss (man do I have a LOT to say about that). I welcome you, I warn you, and I send you on your way. Stay on the path, be out of the woods before dark, and don’t trust the wolf that says he knows a shortcut. He’s full of crap.
I was thinking of the Jerry Springer Show the other day (I have free time and my mind wanders). I think I saw a few episodes back in the day and realized rather quickly that it was not good TV.
I think I watched it three times, just to be sure and give it a fair shake. They were all different episodes on different days with different people, but I swear it was the same damn show each time.
There were two women fighting over this one guy. I think they should have been fighting to get some eyeglasses and brain cells because this guy wasn’t worth wanting by one woman, let alone two.
Like I said, these were all different people, yet the same.
The guy was some skinny ass dude in a trucker cap with a mullet, no front teeth, no home, no job, didn’t want to get a job and couldn’t because he’d never finished high school and he had a criminal record, smoked two packs a day, drank a six pack a day and did nothing but sit around. It wasn’t like he was cleaning up or helping around the house, he wasn’t. Just sat around smoking cigs, drinking beer, and watching TV all day (probably watched Jerry Springer, to be honest).
The two women….they weren’t BAD, per se. I’d say their biggest flaw was their taste in men. Remember they were fighting over THIS GUY. No job, no money, no nothing, but they both wanted him. WHY?????
I mean these bitches were arguing over his trashy ass like he was Channing Tatum. If it HAD been Channing Tatum, fuck yeah, I’d throw my hat in the ring. But this was a guy that made Joe Dirt look classy.
I don’t even know if Springer is on the air anymore, but it struck me as the lowest common denominator of people desperate enough to do literally ANYTHING to get on TV.
I think everyone has that one Pixar character that they relate to. That one that is just so THEM. For me, at first it was Wall-E. The fact that I identified with a freaking ROBOT of all things is highly amusing to me. Then it was Merida from Brave, from her badass bow and arrow (I shot for many years and was DAMN good), to her fighting for her own hand to decide when (and if) she chose to marry. But I have finally found the Pixar character that is so much like me, so true to my life, that I suspect that they had someone follow me around to get information.
People, I am a character from Moana.
I am Hei-Hei.
Yes, I am referring to that derp ass chicken.
I swear that is ME.
This chicken never really knows what the Hell is going on, and just kind of derps his way through life.
Last week, I actually wrote down a date as 2013. I have no idea what is going on. And day by day, I just kinda go around all “derp derp derp”… I seriously think I might be part muppet.
Dorky, derpy, and 100% me….Hei-Hei, the Derp Ass Chicken. We even kind of look alike.
I know, I know, I’ve been gone for awhile, so sue me. And now that I’m back, I have a question for you:
I have heard before that in small town America, the bartering system is alive and well. Is this true? Have you (or someone you know) experienced it? If so, please tell me about it! Did a gas station let you mop the floor for some gas for your car? Did a restaurant let you bus some tables for soup and a sandwich?
Please let me know, I want to see if this is true. While I doubt a Starbucks would give you coffee for sweeping off their walkway, a local mom and pop type place might, and that’s what I want to hear about!
I think about this movie quite a bit (see my entry “Glinda the Good Witch Is a Psycho”). I’ve wondered for years if maybe the movie was a cautionary tale. Yes, I know it was based on the series of children’s books by L. Frank Baum, but even so, I think I may be right.
Let’s take a look at Dorothy Gale. In the books, she was a child, 10 years old. But in the movie, she was obviously MUCH older. In real life, Judy Garland was 17. I’m not sure if this is true, but I read somewhere that they made her bind her breasts in an attempt to look younger, but it didn’t work. Sister had a huge rack.
But that plays right into my cautionary tale as well.
The “Dust Bowl Migration”, as it was called, happened during the 1930’s. The midwest was mostly farmland at the time. It had been overfarmed to death, and there was a severe drought that came in three waves: 1934, 1936, and 1939, but some places had a straight through drought lasting 8 years. The topsoil (and any seeds farmed in it) pretty much blew away. It started in 1930 and lasted roughly 9 years, until 1939, affecting parts of Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Nebraska, Kansas, and Oklahoma. The Great Depression (1929 – 1939) was already in full swing. So now you had people who couldn’t afford food, and there wasn’t much to be had. Farmers couldn’t even grow enough to feed their own families, and were losing their land, either due to being unable to pay their mortgage, or because there was no point in keeping it when the ground was useless.
Many decided to head West, mainly to California.
I’m sure many of these people had stars in their eyes. They would become a famous actor or actress, and be rich, and never have to worry again. The streets would be paved with gold. I have no doubt that many then (as now) were taken advantage of by unscrupulous people, looking to take whatever they had from them, however little it was. Surely there were some very pretty ladies who got into some very bad situations.
But this is where the warnings of The Wizard of Oz come in. You’re going to California (Oz) to be a star? It’s a very strange place (Munchkinland). There will be many strange, downright freakish, people, that may be thoughtless, heartless, and cowardly (The Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion).
There may be someone who can help you (Glinda the Good Witch), but watch that they don’t turn on you (The Wicked Witch of the West). Don’t trust the men (The Great and Powerful Oz), they will say anything to gain your trust (pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, and of course I will take you home in my hot air balloon). At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, you will realize that THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.
What do you think?
dust storm in Kansas in 1937
buried farm equipment in Dallas, South Dakota in 1936
Although this is a review, it’s not sponsored.
It’s funny, I ordered V.I.Poo (lemon scented of course) online, and it got delivered the same day that the mom unit came home from Bed, Bath, and Beyond with a bottle of PooPourri (vanilla mint scented).
We anxiously awaited a time where one of us needed to…y’know. Anyhow, it wasn’t long. According to both bottles, they tell you to spray 3 to 5 times before you do your business. Maybe we just aren’t that bad, because 1 to 2 spritzes work just fine for us. If you’ve got a MAN SIZE STINK, you may need 5 spritzes, who knows?
Anywho, you spray it right into the toilet on the water before you do your thing.
Our verdict is that they both work equally well, and if memory serves (we got these last month), the prices were close. The bottles are small, but actually, if you’re only using a few spritzes each time you do a number 2, it’s plenty. BONUS: they are small enough to carry in your purse for when you’re out in public and need to…drop it like it’s hot. I was glad I brought mine when I had to use the toilet in the doctor’s office. Those girls are so nice, I didn’t want them to gag from the stench.
The V.I.Poo we have is 1.85 ounces, the PooPourri is 4 ounces, the bottles are cute, and can sit on the back of your toilet until you need to used them (or hang out in your bag).
Final verdict? Silly names, yes. But it’s high time an actual product worked the way this does. Our bathroom smells lemony fresh or like vanilla and mints instead of like some horrible perfumed air freshener and poop.
With net neutrality dead in the water, likely this blog is too. I am unemployed and cannot afford to pay for internet for things like this. As it is, I don’t know how I’ll afford to pay for it to look for a job. It was fun while it lasted.