Sing It

I think a woman who complains that her husband never listens to her and/or forgets important things that she tells him would benefit greatly from adjusting her presentation style to one based on song. Success would be most probable if the information were sung to the infectious melody of an already existing song, however, I'm sure more talented women could pull it off with their own original melodies as well. Imagine it....

To the tune of "I Would Walk 500 Miles" by The Proclaimers: We must go to dinner at your moms house a week from Sat-ur-day.

To the tune of "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse: Dentist appoint-ment on Tuesday, you must GO GO GO!

To the tune of "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred: Our kid. Just bit someone at school. Her teeth did not break through. Teach was dis-plee-eased.

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Virtue

If a person, who eats and enjoys chicken, one day decides that eating chicken is wrong unless the chicken is an organic chicken raised on a Utopian chicken farm, what does she hope to gain? If ever such a chicken could exist, would it's death be any less tragic simply because it was raised under optimal conditions?

Is the acceptance of immoral actions solely under idealistic pretenses not the grossest form of arrogance?

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Notes from my pocket

From time to time I tend to write down my thoughts in little pieces of paper and then jam them into my pocket. Sometimes I pull them out and think about the ideas again, sometimes I forget about them all together. Here are a few recent ones that managed to elude a tragic fate that constantly lurks in the washing machine:

I've decided I'm going to try to tell people to enjoy things instead of have nice ones. I've based this on the fact that just because you have something good doesn't mean you enjoy it. If I tell you to, "Have a nice day." You may have a perfectly wonderful one, but unless you enjoy it, what's the point?

If Texas left the Union, how much would it be missed?

To the people who don't think global warming is real - what's the harm in pretending it is? At least this way we'd have ourselves covered just in case it was. Imagine your child is locked in a room that may or may not be slowly filling with smoke and fire. Wouldn't you do anything and everything in your power to bust that door down or at least contain the flames? Our kid's kid's kid's kid's kid's may essentially suffocate one day. But then again, maybe this is all part of a greater evolutionary plan and the human race will one day have super human lungs or something.

Do I love the people whom I love dutifully or freely?

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