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Today I was feeling disenchanted with life and started reading Emily Dickenson’s poems on life, love, and death while listening to sad love songs…did this make me feel any happier?…No, it only drove me deeper into a tearful abyss…Why do I do this? I don’t know…Is this intentional?… I don’t think so, but in fact, whenever I’m experiencing some of my darker feelings it seems as though I single handedly drive myself deeper into them by listening to a plethora of “mad music”/”sad music” and reading sad stories, poems, etc.
My wife and I took a trip to the Grammy Awards in 06 and while there she fell in love with Winchells Donuts. They are bad for you no doubt, but the donut holes are amazing and they have all these pretty sprinkles and they do special ones for holidays. I take a yearly early December trip out to LA and every year I send a bunch back to my wife. This year, while heading down the road to the place I get these delicacies, I find out that Winchells is either no more or many locations are closed. No Winchells, no Happy Wife.. Whatzupwithat?
Why is it when you go into a men’s room these days, every paper towel dispenser in the world works differently? Push the little handle on one. Pull slightly on the tiniest bit of paper towel sticking out of the bottom for another, just so it tears off before you get any out. And now, the motion detector. You wave you hand in front of, or under, or around. I’ll swear, it looks like you’re trying to cast a spell on the darn little box on the wall just to extract a small piece of paper that is usually way too small to actually dry your hands anyway, so you end up wiping them on your pants.
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Our family lives in Georgia. Not too far from where I grew up, actually. However, my husband is Canadian – from the prairies of Manitoba, where it can be 100F in the summer, but is the coldest of cold in the winter (-40F/C without windchill!) Not long after he graduated University, he was offered a job in Atlanta. Weighing the pros (deep South, little to no chance of snow or frigid winter temps,) his little Ford Escort couldn’t get down here fast enough.
When we met, he knew I had a yen for traveling. I call it my insatiable wanderlust. However, he comes from a family that puts down roots. DEEP roots. We’ve been in the same town, same house, for 11 years. Sometimes it drives me nuts, but he insists he never wants to live north of the northern Atlanta suburbs. He has had enough of shoveling snow, and fighting bitter cold (they have to plug in their vehicles up there in the winter, dontcha know! Block heaters – you betcha!) to last a lifetime. No more cold weather for my Canuck. He moved to Georgia 17 1/2 years ago for a reason, eh?!
This morning, in Grayson, GA, we awoke to an air temp of 15F, and a windchill of 0F. In GEORGIA, people! Whatzupwithat?!?!?!
Good Morning America just reported that the IRS has recently doubled their efforts to do audits. They went on to say that if you give more than 3% of your income in contributions you could be flagged by the IRS for an audit. That tells me that every follower of Christ that gives 10% of their income is now a target of the IRS. whatsupwiththat
Monday, March 2nd, there was 3 inches of snow on the ground at our house (Athens had 9-10 inches!), and it was about 27F. Today – exactly 1 week later – our March 9th high temp was 76F here at the house. From fireplaces & heat to ceiling fans & A/C in 7 days. Whatzupwiththat?
So, it’s Spring Break here in Texas and my kids are all out, playing in the neighborhood. It’s a beautiful day so I decide to eat my lunch outside. I pull up a lawn chair in the garage and a few minutes later two pit bulls walk up to me, growling. I stood up and one of them became very aggressive and all I could think about was my children. I threw my food to the side distracting the dogs and while they ate, I was able to slip inside and grab my gun. I found my kids in the backyard with some friends and told them to stay put. I still did not know where my oldest son was. I walk back outside and the pit bulls were still there and one begin to walk toward me and growl again. I chamber a .40 caliber round in my Springfield pistol and the sound spooked the dogs and they started to run. Whatzupwithat?
I’m in the US for a tour with my band – We go different places and where we come from, every place has a name…let me clarify – not only a name, but one unique name. So we’re in our car, we plug in the sat nav and look for Charleston – you’d expect to find one entry (as an average Austrian), but you find hundreds (well, a couple anyway). How am I, Sam Foregneir supposed to get to the right place? It’s been that way with many places…it’s fun really, but when you’re in a hurry, filled up on burgers and coke, and you don’t know where you’re going, you’ll cry out to the God’s of road maps: “Whatzupwithat” or “Wasgehtab”(the german version)?
It’s the age-old question that I have yet to have answered for me. A conspiracy? I think so. It all has to do with one of America’s favorite past times. The HOT DOG. 10 buns…8 hot dogs. Do they seriously expect you to by 40 buns and 40 hot dogs so you can break even? Why taunt us and why can no one answer that question?! Take 2 buns away or just give me the 2 extra dogs! Seriously…
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As I was driving up to the local Regions ATM, I was struck with awe and wonder at the lack of thought people put into being “sensitive” to the visually impaired. i saw a small sign with small writing on it that said something to the effect of “This drive-thru ATM has a voice response system for the visually impaired. Use the headphone jack to hear the responses.” Then you see not next to the sign, but somewhere else on the sign, a small headphone jack so the visually impaired can listen to the responses. First of all, how many visually impaired individuals use a drive-thru ATM? Second of all, are they really going to notice that small sign with instructions and if they do, how the heck are they going to find that headphone jack for the headphones that I’m sure they all just happen to have on hand with them?! I mean really…
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With the summer movies rolling out, I find myself eagerly anticipating the next (delayed) installment in the Harry Potter series. In preparation – I’m such a nerd – I’m re-reading the books. And it occurred to me … if they’re all magicians, and can conjure all manner of things, twist time, and regrow bones that have been turned to rubber, why does Harry Potter need glasses (or any of them, for that matter.) They can fix broken glasses (“repairo”, I think),and hide dark wizard parts of their souls in horcruxes, but they can’t fix their own astigmatism??
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