Category: Daily Mill

from the house of us

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We have just discovered our favorite form of entertainment during supper.  See, Elena is into singing. Major.  Every day she sing and sings and well, bellows her way through all her favorite songs.  So at supper she’ll start singing and then we add little repeats and refrains. And it drives her nuts.

Her: THE FARMER AND THE DELL

Us. The dell dell dell boom ba-da boom dell

He: “NO NO NO THATS NOT HOW IT GOES.

Her: THE FARMER TAKES A WIFE

Us. The farmer takes a knife (Because singing the wrong words sets her off too)

Her:  NO, A WIFE!!

Maybe we’re just really cruel, but I think supper so far has ended with her being happy, so we’ll probably just keep on doing it unless we see that were scarring her more than what is the norm.

Now todays dilemma:  I need to go buy things.  We are out of stuff.  Like computer paper,and Shampoo, and milk.  But, I just can’t make myself go pack up the kids and go to Wal Mart. I’m not in the mood for Great Value, and Rollback prices and standing in line for 25 minutes and kids that want to ride that little car thing and trying to smile at the greeter, and finding a parking spot beside that cart carrell and blue blue blue aprons with yellow smiles.  What a pickle I’m in.

And I just re-read my paragraph and wow, only in America do you have a brat like me who has to complain about how nice I have it. Maybe we’ll make it a family outing tonight.

Stuff I think about and Brittany

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I’ll just fill this space with stuff I think about.  Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about fame. Or more specifically our (the media’s the country’s, mine, yours)  infatuation with fame and celebrity.  Is it our depraved nature searching for God but filling it up with other things?  A human’s search for immortality? (I heard it explained that way once)  Or is it because we think they have way more interesting lives than we do, so we watch the way celebrities live theirs, so we can pick it apart and laugh, consequently feeling good about ourselves?  Or do we really like these people and just get a rush out of seeing them shopping at Target and buying lattes.(Just Like Us!!)

And I can seriously hear people saying “Oh I don’t follow pop culture”.  Whatever. There are still people you like reading about, that you admire/respect//abhor/destain, maybe just not Brittany Spears.

Anyway specifically about Brittany Spears. Why, why why is she such a media target right now?  I really honestly pity her. And I was defending her to my husband the other day.  Yeah, not many people do that.  This is my theory:  If you take a person who’s “duck are not in a row” and add fame it equals some level of disaster.  Fame just messes people up.  It magnifies their problems and the whole world laughs and points their fingers and feels smug, as someone slowly self-destrucks.

I think maybe I pity her because she’s my age, and her kids are my kids ages. Ok I know that’s not a good reason.  I know that logically I have no reason for piting her because well, duh you reap what you sow. But I do anyway, unexplically.  So that’s my rant.  I know that if I would be in a conversation with someone they could probably shoot thousands of holes into my little argument.  That’s ok, I’m glad it’s xanga, not an argument.

So my advice to you is: ummm I really don’t have any advice.  Uh..don’t get famous?
Or say lots of prayers for Miley Cyrus.