Creepy

You know what creeps me out? Yo Gabba Gabba. To all those moms and dads out there, please tell me I'm not alone. I finally managed to tolerate The Wiggles, since my girls both have loved them at different times. But this I just don't think I can deal with. It's just plain weird.

The TV was on and the creepy music started when I hear "Gabba! Gabba!" from my baby's mouth.

Creepy. Creepy. Creepy.

Social Security

I'm apparently irresponsible. Somehow I managed to lose not only my social security card, but both of my girls' cards as well. So this morning I had the invigorating experience of spending three and a half hours in the social security office downtown. The system is screwed up and I could go on and on about how after waiting for an hour the other day, I was informed I didn't have the correct proof of ID, had to go back and wait two hours today, only to be put back in the waiting room because the guy could only issue two cards, I had to see someone else to get three... but that's not the point of this post.



While sitting in the rock hard chairs, I befriended a gentleman from the Phillipines. He and his wife and kids moved here to the states because of his job. It's a small world, because we realized he worked only minutes from where I live. He's lived all over the U.S. and has settled here in Mississippi. I asked him where his favorite place to live has been, and to my surprise he said right here in Mississippi. He mentioned how he wished that there were more museums and historical places to tour, but the fact that the people are so warm makes up for all of the state's shortcomings. I found that comforting. On paper, Mississippi may not seem so great, but in person it's the best.

Maturing...and I hate it.

I've heard that the ones that are really feeling the hurt from the economy are the hairdressers and nail techs. Apparently people are going longer between haircuts and forgoing having their nails done. I'm not one to get my nails done, but I have been going longer between visits to Alison, my trusty hairdresser, mostly out of laziness, not the economy.

BUT - I'm now in a mad rush to get an appointment with her ASAP!
I'm not old, I'm really not. In my mid-20s I SHOULD NOT be finding gray hair in my head, but they are ruthless, popping up like crazy out of nowhere. I've been plucking them (I know, I know, you're not supposed to do that) because they shine like a lighthouse on my head of dark brown hair.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. This stinks.

I've never been one to dye my hair, but I'm about to be a convert. Heads up, Alison, you're about to start getting a lot more of my money every six weeks. Hopefully I'll make up for some of that lost business due to the economy.

The dermatologist visit

So I went to see my dermatologist this morning. First of all, she looks so much like Sarah Palin, I could hardly concentrate on what she was saying. I just kept expecting her to break out in the awkward little dance Palin did on SNL's Weekend Update Saturday night (which was awesome, by the way).

When I left the appointment and started making my way through the parking lot, there was this man peering into the back of my car. Obviously he saw the "what the heck" look on my face and asked if that was my car. "Yep, sure is," I said. He preceded to tell me some story about how he needs a new car and was thinking of buying one like mine. He asked a few vague questions - "How does it drive?" yadayadayada. Then, he said, "I'm not going to rob you or hurt you or anything." Clearly the look of terror on my face said it all.

I've always been one to freak out in situations like that. He had a heavy jacket on and had his hands in his pockets the entire time. He was a shady looking character anyway, despite the fact he was circling my vehicle suspiciously. I just kept waiting on him to ask me to hand over my purse or knock me over the head with some blunt object. Luckily I was able to play it cool, jump in my car and drive off. I gave the derm's office a call on my way home just to give them a heads up about the guy in the parking lot. They all probably thought I was crazy. I'm sure it was some regular patient or something. I'm sure I overreacted, but you just don't go snooping in the windows of people's cars. Go to a car lot to check out vehicles!

Bill Maher

Disclaimer: I'm about to rant.

So you all know I'm addicted to The View. Well, today Bill Maher was on promoting his new movie, Religulous. He more or less, no, not more or less, he blatantly called any one who has faith of any sort, a moron. He said he can't understand why any politician or government official can let their faith blindly guide them. On the show, he insulted Sherri (the openly Christian) and Elisabeth (the outspoken conservative), only because they don't share his ideals (Thank the Lord).

I'm a Christian and I consider myself somewhat intelligent. I mean, I'm not a genius, but I'm no moron either. My faith is what guides me in most of what I do (my goal is to make it guide me in ALL that I do - still working on that one). Watching Bill Maher sit on that sofa making cracks at people of faith (any faith, not just Christians), and watching two of the four co-hosts giggle at his remarks made me incredibly sad and disappointed at what our country has come to.

To me, Maher has always come across as an unsettled, angry, annoyed person. Maybe he needs a little faith himself. Pray for Bill Maher, God is the God of miracles, after all.

Infidelity...hmmm...

A couple of days after Morgan Freeman's car accident with his lady friend, the news came that he and his wife were filing for divorce. Although it is not completely and positively because of infidelity, reading between the lines would make one think otherwise. Being a bit idealistic in nature, this completely broke my poor little heart.

And then there was the news of the John Edwards affair. This news wasn't as earth shattering for me, given that I have a hard time taking Edwards seriously since the first time I laid eyes on him. I don't know which makes me more angry - a man cheating on his wife, or a woman who puts up with it (a'la Elizabeth Edwards). This, I believe, is the reason people still cheat - because they can get away with it. Forgiveness is great and all, but come on, people!

As you know, I'm a huge fan of Morgan Freeman and my guess is that this won't change, but I must say, Myrna Colley-Lee, aka Mrs. Morgan Freeman, has gained some respect in my book. Take note, Mrs. Edwards.