Ramblings and Rants

First of all, I would love to say thank you for all the comments on the last blog. It was amazing to feel all the love you have for me and Jen. I can only hope you all know the love we have for all of you. I do however have mixed feelings about the fact I can admit to a squeegee collection with not a single mention of that from the peanut gallery. It's like as a collective group you all said "It's Deaton....... Yeah that makes sense". I guess with all the information I've dealt in the last three installments I have failed to mention that I consider myself to be a closet intellectual. Which just means I will not start a deep meaningful conversation, but if one is brought to me I'll indulge. Here lies my next confession, I'm an Internet whore. I love to read opinion articles. Not to help shape my ideals though, I prefer to sit in my glass house for a few moments and chuck boulders. I don't know if you are aware of this but we are surrounded by stupid people with a voice. I read one today blaming the shooting at Toy-R-Us during Black Friday on the recession. Now if this was two women fighting over the last of the food for their hungry families I could understand that assumption. On the other hand if a woman busts a cap in another woman over a Polly Pocket, (or what ever the craze is this year) I'm pretty sure a weak economy didn't cause that. Greed??? Yeah!!! Chemical imbalance??? Maybe! Inbreeding??? Good chance!!! You see I'm guessing by that ideology if the stock market was up Mrs. Quick Draw Mcgraw doesn't feel she needs the nine mil for her trip to Toys-R-Us. Then enter my next point the Toys-R-Us was in California and the Wal-mart was in New York. I know you're asking what does that have to do with anything? You live with the crazies you deal with the consequences. I don't go to tractor pulls because I don't like camo, Pabst Blue Ribbon, or hooking up with family members. I don't go to California because I don't want to die for Mario Cart.

This brings me to my next question. Does anybody actually care about the Grammy's or any award show anymore? It's like a celebration of who could produce the most consistent mediocre crap. Paul McCartney and James Taylor for best male vocal? Name one song either has sung since 1990. If you really want to laugh take a look not only at the categories, but at the acts chosen. http://news.yahoo.com/s/eonline/20081204/en_top_eo/71618;_ylt=AiJhXgLx859co5yI9k1jJQ1xFb8C). Metallica is up for best rock instrumental, best rock song, and alternative album of the year. Of course that should naturally put Coldplay, The Eagles, and Radiohead in hard rock and The Mars Volta in the metal with Motley Crue? Motley Crue is up for an award? I am so confused!!! I actually believe this might have more to do with gun fire than the recession. First off I think you should have to listen to the music before you find a category or even nominate it for an award. Second on my list is shouldn't you have a panel of experts in each specific category to pick nominees and choose a winner? I think the new Coldplay sucks out loud, but I won't pretend that's my favorite type of music (evidently I don't care much for hard rock?) so how can I judge it. I just don't live in a world where if you are harder than The Eagles you're metal. Maybe I should also mention James Taylor is up for best dance recording. And the winner in the category of Award Show with a their head so far up their anal cavity they have indigestion is.................. The Grammy's!

Fine I'll admit it, I'm a little high strung. It is the holiday season. The time for giving, the time for families to come together, and the time in which random people pack like sardines into shopping centers. What does all this mean? That's right loads of complete strangers touching me! I have no germ issues, just personal space issues. Don't worry though I don't own a gun. This time of the year brings out the best in all of us! It leaves me with the tough questions like: Would I rather that lady let her kid run into me 50 billion times or hear it scream at decibels not imaginable after she smacks it? Is it better to deal with the customer service representative that ignores me or the one that's rude and won't answer my questions? Would I rather be touched by 20 total strangers or watch the Grammy's? (I know I'm random today, but I trying to tie it together. I'd rather walk you in circles than in completely different directions.) Instead I had an eppifany! I am making Jen's family Christmas gifts this year. I am still going to go out and shop for her! Just think about how much fun it would be if you didn't have to fight the crowds and got to do something creative. How much more relaxing and enjoyable would this time of year be if didn't have to compete in what are they getting me what should I get them genre. Instead you could just have fun with each other. I'll end with a little story. Last year at Christmas (and you know who you are) some friends of ours come over because we had bought gifts for their child. When they arrived they enter our house with a gift in their hands. All I could think of was crap they didn't have to get us anything. We hadn't bought for them just their child. I can't tell you the relief and enjoyment I got from their gift of slippers.