I watched Princess Bride again yesterday. I love that movie. It made me think though…….we see movies based on books all the time, but we never see a book based on a movie. Why is that?
Another thing I’ve been thinking about lately is this: Why is it that some people have no problem creating children, but when the children are no longer in their “possession”, they can’t imagine a reason in the world why they should be financially responsible? What must one say to oneself to make it alright to not pay child support? How do you justify to yourself that it’s okay to throw a $500.00 party, but it’s not even in the realm of possibility to pay for your child to eat, or have clothes that fit, or maybe just eat at McDonalds? People sometimes mystify me.
Rihanna is living proof that even celebrities are not immune to the battered wife syndrome. Hell, she’s not even married to Chris Brown and she’s putting up with this crap. It’s unfortunate that people see themselves from the inside out just when they most need to see themselves from the outside in. I wish them both luck.
Why don’t the banks stop taking back houses that they can’t sell, and in the process, creating an entirely new class of h0meless people? Why not take half payments on mortgages until the economy gets better? Isn’t half of something better than one hundred percent of nothing?
I’m old. I know this not because I’m fifty-one but because I don’t get it anymore. I don’t understand why people feel the need to live out their lives on a stage for all the world to see. I like my life to belong to me and the people that I’m closest to. I don’t feel the need to “update my status” multiple times a day for people that I don’t know and never will. I don’t want pictures of myself and my family all over the internet. I can use the phone and call whoever I want to. I can drive down the road and see people all day long. It seems to me that by living your entire life for the public to see makes it so that everyone feels the right to be a critic. And in my opinion there are only two people who have a right to comment on my life and that’s me and My Dearest Husband. Everyone else can just stick a sock in it.
It is very, very, VERY hard to give away fifteen puppies, but it is NOT impossible if you have a nearby WalMart parking lot and a few hours!