Wednesday 3 February 2010

Wow, Where to Start?

Well, it's just over a month later since my last post yet so much has been going on. Our 16 year old son got a job at the local golf course, our 12 year old son is busy with AAU basketball practices during the week and tournaments each weekend and got his sports goggles, my husband got his custom made longboard, my father-in-law has been dating, breaking up, and dating again (same lady), my puppy Tillman has been growing and thriving (last check put him at 23 pounds), Leno stole the Tonight Show back from Conan, there was a devastating earthquake in Haiti with estimates of up to 200,000 dead, and the US federal deficit is expected to reach 1.267 trillion dollars by 2011.
Sheesh...I'm worried about what life will look like in a month from now, a year, a decade, let alone tomorrow. Everything is so fragile and I'm afraid that we, as Americans, are learning this lesson a little too late. Yet, the media, Hollywood, and our artificial world around us continues to distract us from what really matters. We're like a bunch of ADD kids at the circus without our parents.


I'm just as bad. I can tell you which movies are nominated for an Oscar (did you realize they're nominating 10 instead of 5 this year?). I could tell you about some of the concerns that Heidi's gone over the top with all her plastic surgery (but no I don't watch The Hills). I'm concerned that Brad and Angelina are going to break up, (NOT!). What about all those kids? They're worse than that Octo-mom. We could talk about Travolta taking his plane into Haiti loaded with a bunch of Scientologists and rice. Yesterday I learned that Lil Wayne is going to spend a year in jail. How's he going to get the weed that he loves? I'm worried. Or, looking a little closer to home, perhaps you've heard about the case in Thurston County where prosecutors charged three teenagers with Class C felonies for allegedly texting a naked picture of an underage girl. Did I mention the underage girl is the one who originally sent the picture? Sad.

So, what does this all mean? I have no clue but the information is coming in more quickly than I can process it. The whole thing makes me want to grab a copy of Thoreau's, On Walden Pond with a bag of peanut m&m's and hide out in the woods!