I am the Queen of Commerce to whom all the ad agencies rush to air their ba-zillion dollar budget commercials during the Super Bowl so that I might buy their mac n' cheese, in order to hook my kids on their product forever...then I get blamed when they are in therapy later in life, because mother gave them something with high-fructose-so-sue-me-corn-syrup.
I am the self prescribed Hyper-Vigilant Do-Gooder watching all the news channels when a major event has happened in the country...I am the one organizing the care boxes to send to victims of floods, fires, terrorism etc...helping at my kids school, or at church or a neighbor in need, all the while being told that Republicans are greedy.
Oh, did I mention I was a Republican? Did you just step away from my blog? Before you go all Rachel Maddow on me, let me tell you, most of my friends are Liberal Democrats, and we get along just fine as long as they are taking their Prozac...I find most of the time, we share common ground, except on the golf course.
My past isn't perfect, my present is too busy to be present, my future is not in my hands, or yours for that matter.
I am the Squeaky Wheel reason there are cup holders in all the cars and strollers, granite on all the counter tops, easy to assemble driveway pavers, parental control on cable, Groupon, and memory foam mattresses. You can thank me later.
Because I am at the tail end of the Baby Boomer generation, I have also taken care of and watched the sad inevitable death of my aging parents, all the while working and taking care of my own household. So, "around the block" doesn't even scratch the surface on my life. It also explains why this blog is so simple to navigate...Baby Boomers have a fundamental working knowledge of social networks and nothing more.
I still remember black and white TV, life without cellphones, what the peace sign actually meant, who Bobby Sherman was, Jiffy Pop and John Wayne westerns.
Yes, I am trying to recreate my own childhood by living in the suburbs, just like everybody else...only the rules have changed and life is stranger ...this blog is my dispatch... anti-Facebook page ...therapy...info center...steam vent...soapbox...bullhorn...vuvuzela .
At this point, I'm not sure if I'll take your comments...I once wrote an article about pit bulls, and the comments were so beyond vile, it sent me straight to a carb loading session of enormous regret..so we'll have to to a wait and see.
Come back soon, I'll fill you in on what needs to be shredded through my mind.
