A billy club is always puerile.
A hamburger is always New York-priced.
A Mummer’s Strut is always Beatlesque.
An off-color joke is always ravishing.
The photo finish is always awesome.
The Stop sign is always fake.
The courteous optimist is always surly.
A thrillseeker is always injokey.
A trumpet is always forgiving.
A moneyed photo finish is always blueblack.
A priest nead a dinkleberry is always fake.
The pitbull is always busty.
The casually glowing Fender guitar is always grumpy.
The stickfigure near a sternum is always alleged.
Another county is always often GED-having.
The fatherly photo finish is always awesome.
A supergroup in the Target is always busty.
The billy club is always fatherly.
The six-pack abs above the pignose is always single-handledly sharp-dressed.
A broken admission is always algaed.
An awesome supergroup is always zit-faced.
The seemingly highfalutin staple gun is always Beatlesque.
A servant like the thrillseeker is always skanky.

well..i fink this is the third day..umm im thinking wat to right mary had been in here..thats all i can think of..wll anways the past two days its seems like its different to every other days.i dont no y..but it jst seems lonely and quite and it seems like im the only one living..lol you prob think im stupid but umm yerr well maybe its becoz Johnnies being weird and going to sleep at 10.im like just walking around the house quietly and just thinking what would really happen if the peole i love died.. i realise how sad and lonely id be..id prob DIE.!!! well if any of you guys read this i really do love all my friend and i dont want any of yous to elave me and i hope that we could stay friends for a very long while..!!!! ill be PRAYING for all of you guys out there umm well wat happen at skool..?umm jameal carried me..it was soo funny and he poked the livn g hell outta mea dn it hurt..umm i had a headchae today in english..and my english etahcer has a black nail..!!!ahaha i cant..

"Life's too short, let's laugh" Snakehairedgirl said that in a recent post. I like to read what she writes, but sometimes it makes me uncomfortable. Some blogs I enjoy reading because they are fun, or entertaining or just interesting. Some make me feel uncomfortable. This post made me squirm a little because I am afraid of becoming the person she was talking about. Like most other people, I do like my own opinion. Otherwise it wouldn't be mine, it would be someone else's right? But, I can also see, owing to the fact that I can be stubborn as a mule at times, that I could easily become one of those people who will argue about anything just to prove they are right. I do not want to become that person. I am already related to the King of, no make that the Emperor of "I-Am-Right-Because-I-Said-So". My father. He used to joke that once he thought he was wrong about something, but that was the only thing he was wrong about....well, not really a joke, because he really believed it.

I honestly like to hear other people's opinions on things. The world would be a very boring place if everyone had the same opinion. I like to think I am open minded and will listen to others in case there is a better way of doing something or a better way of thinking. I like to think I can change if it is for the better. But, in honest self-evaluation, I also know that I can get way too comfortable in my own little life and can like being there so much that I resist any and all change. Makes for a conflicting personality at times. I do NOT want to become my father. I am too much like him already. I do listen to what other people have to say. And sometimes I even just keep my mouth shut and my opinion to myself even if I know they are wrong. There are some people I know I cannot argue with and it is easier to just agree with than to try. And there are times, or things that it is important enough to me that I lock my mule legs up and sit squarely down and not budge an inch no matter how much I am cajoled or coaxed or pulled.
I hope that I am firm about my opinion when it matters and not just because it is my own opinion. Ideals are wonderful things and so often belong to the young. I was passionate about things when I was younger, I wanted to save things and I was very active in many things that somehow, as I became a young wife and then mother, just stopped being as important to me as they once were. Maybe it isn't that they were no longer important, just that they were replaced by other things that are more important to me as my life changes. I have a young friend who is VERY passionate about "Saving The Greyhounds". Now that is a fine cause. Something to work at, petition for and all that good stuff. But not for me. When there are no longer any children in the United States who do not have access to proper medical care, then talk to me about the Greyhounds. When there is no child going hungry, then talk to me about the Greyhounds. When there is no child going to bed at night wondering if their drug addicted parents will be home or not, then talk to me about the Greyhounds. When there are no children being abused, then talk to me about the Greyhounds.

It isn't that I think the Greyhounds are un-important, it's just that at this stage in my life, the plight of children right here in our own backyards is much more important to me than they are. We had an interesting "coffee time talk" about this way of thinking not too long ago with some "coffee friends" and the general consensus was that different causes are important to different people at different stages of their lives. I have to say that recycling and reusing as much as possible is very important to me right now. I will spend a little more to purchase a product that is primarily POST-CONSUMER waste recycled or that comes in a container that is recyclable rather than one that isn't. I do not however at this time donate to Save The Whales causes. I would love to if this were a perfect world and I knew that my children would grow up safer if we actively supported Save-The-Whales. But, I would rather spend my money on Keep-Kids-Off-Drug campaigns and work on keeping my children safe that way.

I hope I don't become the person who argues their point to the death over peanut butter. I hope that I am instead the person who argues the points that are worth arguing over. I hope I can be the person who can listen to, respect and learn from what other people think is important. I just hope I don't have to agree with them all the time.