...and good reasons not to be famous

I wonder, if Mr. Jackson had thought that his autopsy results, his medication habits, and a live feed of his dead remains would be broadcast repeatedly to the world at large, I wonder if he would have changed anything about himself or his life. The man who was by turns a public meteor and a recluse has nowhere to hide now that he's gone and all the information is fodder for the news cannons.
It's the best reason I can think of to remain anonymous, to stay a relative nobody in the world. It's great when everybody knows your name; it's not so great when they get to hear the 911 call to your house and hear about your post-mortem results on the 6 o'clock (and the 10 o'clock and the 11 o'clock and the Good Morning Working Stiffs! show at dawn) news.

Short Notice About Fame

Did you realize that the words of obstetricians are immortalized everywhere in our society?......Believe it, Grasshopper! Look at any door in any public building. They all say PUSH.

(Any man who is reading this may now say, "Well, that was a bunch of crap," and sign out.)

Bright idea for Trouble # 236: When your significant other says, "I'm sorry," you reply, "You sure are."

It's not the heat, it's the stupidity

96 degrees out, and am I going to walk down to the mailbox? -- Noooooo, siree. Not this chubby chick. There are clothes to be washed and text to be skritched out, so I am hibernating indoors this afternoon,waiting for the kids to fly in to the Charlotte hairport from New Yawk City.
It's peculiar when I get here. When I have a spot to say something, everything in my head that was important simply vanishes. It's as if the act of looking at a white blank page is sufficient to completely erase my memory. (Or else it's Oldtimer's Disease setting in.)
I did have a moment of clarity last night, when I expended a lot of time, cusswords, and bug bomb on a group of ants who mistook my house for a dinner and dance club. I was cleaning and swearing and getting all 10-18 (that's EMS talk for lights and sirens going on the ambulance), and suddenly the Voice in My Head That Knows Everything said, "Shut up and be grateful you have a house, and sweep every day so the ants won't come back."
So I did. That Voice, man, it knows it all, sees it all, and tells it all. In spades. (How was I ever so fortunate as to acquire it?.....thank you, Left Brain, for supplying me with such an intelligent, stubborn monitor. It is very good at looking after me when my son cannot.)

Sweatin' it out

Short entry this evening. Hot day. Neglected to water the 'maters and beans and cukes this morning and when I got home this afternoon, the tomato plants were screaming "HELP ME" and wilting. -- Looks like it might be a long summer for all of us.
Watching the swine flu hoorah. I think the best thing for everybody to do is eat a lot of garlic and citrus fruits and wash their hands a LOT. (Grocery stores, fast food places, and movie theaters are incredibly gooky with bacteria.)

Bought kid's birthday presents today. Howcome he always asks for all this good stuff?.....(and why do I always get it for him and not for me?!?)

Kitchen hazards

Watching program about flesh-eating bacteria and wishing I hadn't eaten dinner. --They should warn more about graphic photos; I am so not into pictures of necrotizing tissues.
Speaking of greens and blues, I will have to make a note to myself to be more careful about rosemary cornbread. It's the standard pale yellow with green flecks (the rosemary). Unfortunately, it looks almost the same when it's gotten a bit older and moldier. It's just that the green flecks are not rosemary any more. (=/
So watch out for the swine flu and don't sneeze in anybody's face. They might get violent.

Initial entry!

I am so new to blogging. You would think that I'd learned to do this long ago, right up there along with cooking, chasing a child, dealing with a husband, learning calligraphy, working as a lab rat, and avoiding the cat. If you thought that, though, you'd be wrong.

I plan to use this blog as a jumping-off point for rambling thoughts about things I've read or seen or heard. Will hopefully be thoughtful and not boring. Don't know if copyright laws apply. Let's put it this way: if you steal mine and I figure it out, then yours is fair game. How about that? Fair?

If you have ideas or thoughts, let me know. If you can't find my email or can't post it here (remember, I don't know what I'm doing yet!), send it to me by thought transference. I'll let you know if I got it. (=/