Today’s question is: why do people park like idiots?
Background: Seriously, this is the scene in front of school yesterday, well not in front, but in front of the house next door to the school:
Have you read the rules of the road? Where do you think they list this kind of parking as acceptable? Apparently the driver of this car thinks he/she is much more important than whomever lives in this house. Nice selfish move huh? What a jerk.
Today’s question is: If you share a secret, is it still a secret?
Background: Something you may not know about me is I’ve been addicted to postsecret.com for at least the last 5 years. I have every single book postsecret has ever published, and they’ve almost always been pre ordered. I simply can not wait for Sunday to roll around so I can read the weekly secrets. They are riveting, shocking and sometimes I can kind of relate, but not always, I’m kind of an open book without much in the secret department.
Today, after my night at the girl scout camp, I got home, went straight for the computer and pulled up postsecret.com. The secrets are always posted on Sunday, however every now and then I feel like I hit the jackpot because the secrets are posted the night before, that makes my day! Anyway, today I read the secrets and at the end of the page there was a link to this video:
Through the video above I found the video below. Half way through the video below there is a gal that says “I’m a lot better before you know me” and I must admit, her statement makes me cry. Why this gal thinks those thoughts is beyond me, why? Perhaps it’s exactly why Postsecret exists. So she can find out she is not alone. Check it out:
If you bookmark postsecret.com and read it weekly you will be amazed at how the people of the world are alike and different. Many people have been saved from the depths of depression because of the secrets posted on postsecret.com and the support of Hopeline.com.
Maybe, just maybe a secret is still a secret whether you share it or not. Or maybe, maybe you just need to set your secrets free in order to move on and enjoy life.
What do you think? Do you have a secret you need to set free? I can honestly say that all my secrets, even the ones I seldom feel like admitting to are free and I am a freer person because I have released them. Check out postsecret.com and maybe you’ll set your secrets free.
Background: For no less than the last 3 weeks, repeatedly, I find this in the morning:
It’s a robin, trying desperately to make a nest in my front porch fan. You simply wouldn’t believe how many times (days) this robin (or any) has been trying to make a nest in this spot. The thing that really gets me is that every single time the bird tries to place some nesting material, I”m sure she’s looked high and low for, this happens:
The nesting material falls to the rocker and porch below and NEVER, I mean never does the robin simply fly down, pick a little of it up and try again. She never does it. She always flies off and gets some more from somewhere else. It absolutely boggles my mind. All of this debris sits just feet below but every single time the robin flies off returning 4 or 5 or more times with new found nesting material. Everyday I wonder when it’s going to stop, they just don’t know when to quit.
Today’s question is: Why don’t they let mom’s go to work with the dad’s when the kids do?
Background: Today is Take Your Child to Work Day. All three of my kids got up at 6am, got themselves dress in nice clothes, ate breakfast and were out the door by 6:50am go to work with their daddy. They were all so cute and excited. Paul’s workplace has quite a day planned out for them. They have a 9:30 meeting, tours at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange and the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago, lunch and other fun stuff. It all sounds so fun and exciting I kind of wanted to join them.
However instead. I will go to my pilates class. I will join my friends for our twice monthly scrapbooking afternoon. I will try to get the image of my middle girl skipping down the street with her brother, sister and daddy as they made their way to the commuter train to hang with their dad for the day out of my head. And I will squelch the little pang of jealousy I have in not being able to join them. Lucky ducks.
Here they are with dad, ready to start their walk down to the train. I know they are going to have a ball and I can’t wait to hear all about it tonight.
Today’s question is: why do people clip their nails in public?
Background: This is almost too unbelievable to believe…..today while I was getting my hair washed out after waiting for my color to take in the very small salon I have my hair styled at, the nail woman started clipping her toe nails. Right there, on her chair, in full view from my spot at the hair washing station. I thought I was going to puke.
Can you picture the position she was in? Sitting on her chair, her foot raised to her seat, she slips off her shoes, grabs one of her nail clippers and clips away. All I could think of was yuck, I hope none of those nails fly this way, and OMG why are you torturing me? Why?
Is there anything worse? OK, this picture may be worse than what I witnessed (what is this chick thinking?):