Monthly Archives: October 2015
I firmly believe a course in Common Sense needs to be taught at the High School level. How to balance a checkbook. How to change a tire. Etc etc.
In this imaginary course, they should go over HIPAA, the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act, to give every young adult in the general population a summary of how privacy relates to your personal health information. That way, in the future, the need to give out six thousand pieces of paper that say the same thing every time you go in for a medical procedure would no longer be necessary! How many pages covering HIPAA have been tossed in the recycle bin? I bet it’s a number close to phone books.
I said to myself, “Self, you need to do a better job keeping up with this blog. Daily writing helps improve your skills and if you’re going to take this writing thing seriously, it’s time to put your toes to the grindstone, or something like that.”
But Self, the low esteemed doubter she is, thought, “but how am I supposed to make my life sound interesting when literally the majority of the time, nothing happens?”
Take for example the high point of the day. We started watching the Direct to Video sequel of Disney’s Aladdin, called The Return of Jafar – don’t judge unless you have a 4- and 5-year-old – which, by the way Disney, do you think you could maybe allocate enough budget in character development for a new villain? At least in Little Mermaid 2 Return to the Sea they invented a sister for Ursula. Try a little harder. Anyway, while tuning out after laughing at the poor VHS to digital image conversion quality, it slowly dawned on me that Robin Williams didn’t come back to reprise his role as the genie. Listening closer, I thought, “this sounds like…Homer Simpson doing a Robin Williams impression.” Go to IMDB the credits, lo and behold it WAS Homer Simpson doing a Robin Williams impression! I felt giddy, positively tickled pink, to have been right about that.
This is why I don’t blog everyday.
But I will go back to writing about food soon and talk about my recent trip to New Orleans and getting soooooo fat. To be saved for another day.
Apologies, readers, for not posting here as often lately. I’ve been on the road, traveling, eating in one of the greatest food cities in the country, and living for the first time in what has felt like a long while.
Anyway, I came across a sad story out of my old town. Maybe it’s because it happened right down the street from where I used to work or maybe it’s because I have a little boy almost the same age, but this absolutely broke my heart. I am sensitive enough when I hear about cruelty to small children to the point I become physically ill. So instead of turning catatonic and retreating into a shell to hide away from the awfulness of the world, hopefully by sharing, this baby boy can have the celebration of his brief life that he deserves. If you are able to help in anyway I know the family would appreciate it.
I wish there was more I could do to save children from being violently abused. I may not yet know what I want to be when I grow up, but for now, I think I’m doing a good job as a Mother. If nothing career wise comes around in the near future, I’ve given some thought to foster parenting. It would be a lot to take on, but perhaps a way I could help keep a child safe. Thanks, all!