So slide over here. . . and give me a moment

Over the weekend I sat down several times in an effort to write something. But I fear the heat, boredom and just plain laziness overtook me and I was useless. I tried to catch the writing bug, but apparently my immunizations kicked in. Either that or all of the caffeinated beverages I have consumed have made me too wired to make much sense.

So, due to lack of a creative thought, I am resorting to yet another list and just a few diatribes. I apologize in advance.

Have you thought about writing one of those “100 things about me” lists? I have started several times, but it only depresses me each time as it reminds me that I am soooo boring. Instead I find myself writing my pet peeves. Not that those are interesting. . . but here goes.

1. Cigarette butts and the people that toss them out of their car windows.

2. People who tinkle on the public toilet seat, leaving it for the next person who enters to deal with.

3. People who can’t be happy for someone else.

4. Sweating. I hate sweating.

5. Car door dinging. (Can you tell I have a new car?) I don’t like it when people slam open their doors into the car beside them.

6. Blowing noses at the dinner table. (Yuck!)

7. Channel surfers. Pick something and watch it!

8. 8x10 portraits. Why? They are too big. Try a 5x7. (How many of you get 8 x 10 potraits of your nieces and nephews and have no place to put them?)

9. People who don’t say hello back. You know when you pass them in the frozen food section and you kindly smile only to get a grimace in return.

10. Those that don’t obey movie seating rules. You never sit directly next to someone. You never sit directly behind or in front of other fellow movie goers. (Of course these rules don’t apply to packed theaters.

So, now a few ramblings:

Simple Minds
Emily mentioned in her blog her distaste for the war in Iraq, but her support for troops fighting there. I am amazed, as she is, that people cannot see that there can indeed be a dichotomy in belief.

I am also amazed and ashamed that some Americans cannot seem to embrace diversity of thought and lifestyle. I am not going to go into a rant here, that could go on for pages. I am just continually surprised that we indeed talk about fighting for freedom, but we continually work to limit the very freedoms we profess to protect: namely freedom of thought and speech.

I also distrust the stance that we must have blind faith in a leader that at least half of us didn’t want. And, I don't know about you, but I don't put my blind faith in anyone earthly, particularly George Bush.

There, that’s my stance. In the words of my grandmother, “Like it or lump it.”

Goodbye Six Feet Under
For the past five years, we have literally stopped our lives for one hour each Sunday night. No interruptions, no phone calls, no talking, just watching. However, last night our lives changed forever. . .

Six Feet Under is no longer. Sunday, August 21 marked the end of the series forever. Forever, I tell you. It also meant the end of HBO for us. That one hour a week is the only reason we forked out the extra cashola for Home Box Office.

For anyone that hasn’t taken the time to watch this innovative, groundbreaking (pardon the pun) series, you have to carve out a weekend and watch a marathon of this show. It’s the most creative thing to hit television in my lifetime.

The photo above was taken at the site of e nearly demolished building I pass daily on my drive home. When I stopped to take the photos (which I will feature regularly as I took several), a man politely asked me step outside of the building and told me it was built in 1873. What a shame. They are tearing it down for parking. The good news is that they are harvesting the bricks from the structure to be sold and used elsewhere. Hmmm, can you say cool new patio? Above is a pallet of said bricks.