It's Friday!  In blog language that means I can write down random, meaningless blurbs and it's ok.  Actually, that's what "blog" means, but, whatever.  Enjoy my non-sensical ramblings.  There's no running theme between the posts, so don't hurt yourself trying to see one.

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• Lately, I see a lot commercials toting that so-and-so should be governor/mayor/congressman, and then at the end of the commercial, they show so-and-so walking through a park and they shrug and say "I'm a _________, not a politician."   Errr....  Really?  You're running for office and you're proud that you don't know anything about holding an office?  Sadly, not long ago we elected one of these so-and-sos to be our senator.  Good thinkin' Oklahoma.  Proud. Proud. Proud.

• I'm addicted to Project Runway.  I always bitch about reality shows and how they're crap, but here I am, loving the hell outta this crap.  I have my DVR set to record the entire season...and that includes the special with the guy who won last season, Jay McCarroll. 

I want Daniel to win this season, by the way.

• When I was younger, one of the few times my family would gather in the same room was to watch America's Funniest Home Videos.  Of course, at that time, it was hosted by one Bob Saget - who I feel sorry for now because I know his writers should have been beaten to death for ruining any possible career outside of Full House.

Anyway.  We all hated him, but it was my father who took it a bit further.  After about 5 minutes, he would mute the tv so he didn't have to hear him speak.  He would then put down the remote and forget to UNmute it once the chatter was over. We spent the entire 30 minutes either sitting in silence, yelling at him to turn the sound back on, or catching the last half of clip commentary.  I hated it with a passion and swore I'd never be so unforgiving.

Recently, when watching old reruns of the show, I instinctively reached for the remote to push the mute button.  I got scared, laughed a little, and threw the remote down, determined once again to not be my father. 

 

• By the way, Mandajuice, after the burrito incident I spoke of yesterday, had to be taken to the ER because of her poor stomach.   No wonder my karma was so relentless.  I made fun of a lady in the hospital!   Not only that - a PREGNANT lady in the hospital. 

Here's to you, Manda.  I hope you're farting like a pro now.  I promise not to say anything about it.