My Favorite Color Is Pink Anyway

"Live like there's no tomorrow"... Oh to throw my cares to the wind and  live carefree! I'd do everything I've ever wanted to do, consequences be damned!

"Tomorrow is guaranteed to no one." ... Well, let's go to Vegas, baby! ... and put it all on red!  Let's just party  today, because tomorrow may never come!

"Eat, drink, and be merry, lest tomorrow we die."
... Oh yeah!! live it up, my friends, because tomorrow we will all be dead!

That all sounds AWESOME!  So...

What happens if tomorrow ...... we aren't  dead?

We actually  DO wake up the next morning , the world hasn't ended and we  just put everything on red! EVERYTHING ...on RED!? ... and now there's another DAY to get through?!

... and that's why,  I plan on  tomorrow, because chances are, the sun will come up, and I'll have to face another day.  I can only hope that I planned it well enough that it will go smoothly.  If not,  chances are fairly high, that the sun will dawn again the next day and I'll get another chance to get it right.

I believe in tomorrow, I think that makes me an optimist.  I believe there IS a future, and if I know where I want to end up,  I'll know what path I'll need to take to get there.

I may look like an old fuddy-duddy, by playing it safe .... and by using words like "fuddy-duddy"... but at least if/when I wake up tomorrow  I'll be glad I planned,  and didn't put it all on red.

We can send a man to the moon, but....

I love onion rings. I hardly ever eat them because I'm not sure that dipping something  in batter and then frying it,  is the healthiest  way to get my daily dosage of vegetables, but when I feel like indulging... I luv me some onion rings.

However, I have a hard time eating them.
"Why?", you ask? Because I am forced to eat them with  a fork and knife.
"Why?", you ask? Because I have to cut them into little pieces in order to eat them.
"Why?", you ask? Because there has yet to be an onion ring invented that doesn't pull out of it's yummy, crispy, shell when you bite into it! 
"WHY?!", ... is what I'M asking!

How can this be?! It's the 21st century and this is AMERICA! Maybe if they were cut thinner, or cooked longer. I dont know.  I just know that the way its being done now is an atrocity and an affront to humanity.  Surely, it can't be THAT hard to figure out how to make an eatable onion ring.  I just want to be able to pick one up, take a bite, and not have an entire ring of onion hanging out of my mouth. It's not rocket science.

Channeling My Inner Andy Rooney

Is it just me, or do you also think people who cross the street as slow as possible deserve to be hit? I am talking about the punk-ass kids who not only walk slow, but who barely move at all.  The ones that, in a race with a sloth, would loose.  The ones who are wearing the Vans shoes; two-sizes too big, half-way down the butt, pants; over-sized hoody zip (black, of course, in 80 degree-plus weather), and  wearing earphones so they can tune out and pretend to not see you. 

I was at a light trying to turn right while all the little punks from the high school were crossing the road to get to school, which I guess, is a good thing.  They all barely got to the other side of the road in time, except for two people;  Mr Punk-Ass, and Little-old-lady, who's about 125.  Little-Old-Lady was doing her darndest to get across that street.  Mind you, this is an 8 lane road, and she was "running" to get to the other side, all the while, she was waving, apologizing to every car that was stopped, she was the sweetest thing! ....Not Punk-Ass,  he was walking so slow, that he couldn't get to the halfway mark before his time was up. Little-Old-Lady PASSED Punk-Ass and beat him to the other side!  Major fail, Punk-Ass, MAJOR.

I think this punk-ass attitude shows a complete disrespect and lack of consideration to other people. This attitude of, "it's all about me" really ought to be nipped in the bud early. If he moves that slow, there is no way he makes it to classes.  That means he wont graduate, which means he cant get a good job, which means he will be a punk-ass for the rest of his life... and yes, I can tell ALL that just by the way he crosses the street.

I think that instead of stopping and waiting for them to cross,  we ought to have the right, ..nay DUTY, to run them over.  Come on, if they can pretend not to see us, can't we pretend not to see them?  No? How about if we just nick them?.... a slight nudge?.... a gentle push?.... darn.