ADARNADORABLEBLOGGER says what?

WHAT?

LOL!

I've been doing that a lot lately. What can I say, I find it awfully amusing! Hmmm...some of you must be asking, "What will she talk to us about today?" To those people I give this suggestion, "Sit back and chillax. I have a feeling that this is going to be a blog filled with random thoughts and other interesting tidbits."

So let's begin okay?

First thought:

Why is it that so many people try their hardest to conform these days? The amount of people getting plastic surgery to look like their favorite star is on the rise. It's kinda sickening when you think about it. You know who I blame? I blame Sesame Street. Now, hold on, there is a method to my madness...NEVER forget that. You see on Sesame Street (wait, do they have Sesame Street in Canada? I only ask because one of my regular readers is from that area.)...where was I? Right:

On Sesame Street there used to be this bit where they had 4 people all seperated by different squares. Three out of the 4 were usually doing the same thing, like skipping rope. The 4th one would be doing something completely different like painting their toe nails (yea I know the example sucked but forgive me, I woke up at 6 am). Then you would hear this song:

One of these kids is doing their own thing. One of these kids is not the same. Can you guess which kid is doing their own thing? Now it's time to play our game!"

Yes I did that off of the top of my head (see thought 2). Anyways, the person who was the one doing their own thing was pointed out. Their box often lit up or it went dark. It's almost like they were ridiculed. What kid wants that for themselves? Seriously, most kids want to fit in or they want to find a group of friends that are exactly like them. Because of this they grow up to become adults who crave the same thing. It's kinda sad when you think about it. Poor kids, unable to do what their own thing because if they do that insipid song will come on and the other kids who are normal will point them out.

Okay so I might be stretching it a bit too much although thanks to my childhood (my weird beret phase in middle school, my name, the fact that I was raised Seventh Day Adventist, my shoes with the different color smiley faces on it, my african print shoes, etc.) I'm used to being the odd man out. I think if I was placed in the box, I would watch what the other three were doing and I would do something different on purpose. I'll admit sometimes I go out of my way to not follow the crowd. I dunno, following the crowd gives me the willies...lol. It makes my fro frizz and no one likes a frizzed fro.

Why did I bring this first topic up? Well I've been working in Copley lately and yesterday my mom offered me a ride home. She got upset because I didn't try my hardest to fit into the corporate world, which I'll admit that she was correct. She then mentioned that I should have put on earings. (See Third Thought) Today I'll admit that I calmed down my regular style and went more for the "tamed" look. I stared at myself in the mirror and frowned. Why can't I be the kid in the box that lights up or dims forever? I'm okay with it, why can't she be?

Second Thought:

My friends often accuse me of knowing every song ever made. If you start singing something to me there is a good chance I can finish the song for you or at least hum the rest of the melody. That's because I can hear a song once and remember it from there. When it comes to childhood songs from shows that I watched on a daily basis, it might take me a while but I can easily sing the songs to this day. I can do a mean "Punky Brewster." lol

Third Thought:

Earings...I swear my mom thinks earings are the answers to everything.

Your daughter doesn't look like she belongs in the corporate world? Put some earings on her.

You daughter is still single? Put some earings on her so the fellas would know that she is straight (I'm serious, she thinks this...these are NOT my words...lol).

You still don't have grandchildren? Put some earings on your daughter and see the point above.

Wish that your daugther was more effeminate? Slap some earings on da broad. lol

Daugther refuses to wear earings? Keep buying her earings with the hope that she will just put them on. (Actually I end up losing them all the time)

I must say that I am very effeminate just in my own way. I don't like earings because I can feel them in my ears and that bothers me. Well when I had the top of my left ear pierced I was okay with that. I didn't feel a thing. I actually miss that piercing but after my surgery on my ankle, my mother lost the earing that went up there and I think she did it on purpose...

Hmmm...I think I want that piercing back. *thinks for a moment* Anyways, where was I?

Oh yes, earings, the cure for whatever annoys you about your daughter...

I think I'm tired now. I've been reading about different operas all day. So far I tackled Carmen, Faust, Tosca, and La Bohème (which Rent basically ripped off...sheesh but let me not continue on that topic because someone will try to take me out if I did). After lunch I'm going to go through a few more.

Until I get bored again readers!

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

P.S. I SO didn't edit this! I don't wanna read it but I will one day and find errors and that will cause me to edit at that time. Until then....

DEAL WITH IT! lol