Saturday, August 27, 2005

Unblogged Blogs

Remember when you could hit "next blog" and it actually brought you to someone's blog? It might have been in a foreign language, but it was someone's blog. I've only had this weblog for a year, but I remember back when I first created this I would hit "next blog" and read other blogs. Now I'm more likely to be brought to a page of advertising for realtors or vacations or investments or some other boring, not-really-blog thing.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

What Time Is It When an Elephant Sits on Your Flowers?

I am not the best gardener. My thumbs are far from green, but I have tried my luck growing flowers again this summer.

I have faithfully watered my flowers everyday, and even twice on the really hot days if I was home. The flowers aren't exactly flourishing, but they're okay. Well, most of them are okay.

I have 6 pots of flowers, each with a few different kinds of flowers. Of course, I purchased them. I wouldn't know what to put together to make them look nice. One of the pots looks like an elephant sat on it.

My nephew Scream decided he needed to have his bike on the sidewalk next to the flowers. I told him to stay on the driveway, and in the process of turning the bike around and going back to the driveway, the bike and Scream fell on one of the pots. This particular pot had a very tall flower growing in the center. Now there is a stub where it used to be. Nice.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Fat and Cranky

While waiting in line for Cool Treats at DQ yesterday, a very large woman came in. She complained that she had just ordered a blizzard in the drive-thru and was given a different kind than what she ordered.

Sometimes people make mistakes. It's no fun to be on the end receiving the mistake, but it's not going to make the world spin backwards, reversing time like Superman and erase the mistake by being all pissy about it. This woman was all cranky at the guy behind the counter. Hmm, if he's behind the counter, he's not the guy making the blizzards, so he's not the guy who made the wrong blizzard.

Besides thinking that she was being cranky when she could've explained the same information with a nice attitude and gotten the same result of a new, correct blizzard, I couldn't help thinking that being so very large she really didn't need a blizzard anyway - let alone need one so much she hadn't to get pissy when it was the wrong kind.

I guess I have to admit I am prejudice against people who are very large sometimes. It drove me nuts in Disneyworld to see all the insanely obese people riding around on Disneyland-provided larks. Not only did they get a free ride around the park, saving them from expending those precious calories, but they, and all the friends and family with them, also got to go to the front of the line...because they're handicapped.

It just didn't seem fair that my family had to wait in line just because we could fit through the queue. Perhaps the insanely obese person could get on the ride from the handicapped access point, but they and they're posse could still wait their turn like everyone else. Couldn't their family wait in the queue with all the other people and they wait at the handicapped access until their family's turn came up? Seems fair to me.

But these extremely obese people didn't get to be so large by being patient. When it's Monday, I eat Monday's supper. But in order to get to be so huge, these people must being eating Monday's supper, and then can't wait for Tuesday to come and so they eat Tuesday's supper on Monday, too...and Wednesay's and Thursday's and Friday's...

So, the moral of the story is:If you're very large and your order is wrong at a restaurant, use your best manners and your best patience to get it straightened out. Otherwise someone in the restaurant will be afraid that if you don't get your food, they might be eaten.