All the Little Pieces

I never liked Reese's Pieces.  Ever since I saw them in E.T., though, I wanted to have some.  It's a silly little thing--marketing and branding in movies and television; and yet, it works.  Just last week, after watching an episode of Warehouse 13--the final episode--I had an urge to have some Jolly Ranchers.  And yes, I went and got some Jolly Ranchers.  Still, Eureka's partnership with Degree, while pretty amusing and awesome, never quite sold me on Degree antiperspirant.  Maybe I'm just hardwired for foods-only advertising.

So where am I going with this?

A Sad Farwell

There is something peculiar about mourning someone you have never known--being sad that their voice is gone from a world in which you've never really heard it, only imagined it in your heart as tears roll down your cheeks while reading words that they wrote.  It happened some time ago with Anne McCaffrey for me, and today I find myself crying for the death of Maya Angelou.

Good Weekend, Happy Monday

Today at 3 p.m. people everywhere will take a moment to honor our fallen--those men and women who sacrificed their lives for this country to ensure our freedom and our nation's continuing existence.  I hope that each of you will take that one minute to do the same, and then maybe take the minute after that to be thankful for all that we have today because of their sacrifice and their courage.  You may not agree with the wars or the fighting; you may not even have supported what they believed in, but the fact that someone was willing to give their life for others is worthy of remembrance.  So please, remember them today in your thoughts at 3 p.m.

Memorial Day Weekend

While we're out enjoying the weekend, I thought it would be best to remember why we call it Memorial Day weekend--a time to honor those who have sacrificed their lives in order to preserve our country and the freedoms we enjoy.  The "celebration" started yesterday with the placing of the flags at Arlington National Cemetery--and in cemeteries around the nation.  The flags are placed in a specific way called "flags in", and I think it mete that I quote the tradition from the ANC's own website here:

Dreaming the Day Away

I had to head out this morning to get some dental work done, and since I got back, I just haven't really been able to settle on much of anything to write for today's blog.  I did try, but every story just seemed to slip past me--like it really wasn't all that important--not something I needed to make sure that other people saw and read.

So instead of something informative today, ...you just get a song and some unicorns.

Hope the rest of your week is a good one, and enjoy a little dream or two in the meantime.

Taking Care of Business

So today I woke up and knew that it was time to get some of that spring cleaning done that's been sitting around staring me in the face.  The best part, though, is that I am no longer sicker than a dog with a cold, so that might actually be possible.  So with a few things checked off my list for today, I figured it was time to put on the music and get my butt in gear with today's blog.

Friday Melt

So this past Wednesday evening, John and I headed off to a Lindsey Stirling concert--me with my cold head and all.  I was feeling a lot better, but I still can't smell anything, and everything tastes like cardboard (FUN!).  But, the concert was a lot of fun--even though a lot of the people there didn't seem to realize they should be "rocking out" to the music.  And I could go on a rant about people and their cell phones and trying to record things, but I'll leave it at this: I think it's terrible.  How can you enjoy and experience a concert when you're holding up your phone, blocking people's views, and trying not to move?  It seems antithetical to me to the whole idea of "going to a concert".

There.  I'm done.