Hell in a Handbasket for sure…

I saw this on the Today Show this morning and I was absolutely stunned.  My heart is broken for this man…even moreso for his family.  What has happened to us??  What is wrong with this society that we’d leave a man alone to die in a street while we watch??  Where is compassion, humanity?  God must be so ashamed.

We talk a good game.  “We must save the environment!  Stop AIDS!  Feed the hungry!  Raise millions of dollars for the homeless!” 

Maybe we should start by saving the one that’s in front of us.  Or at least hold a dying man’s hand so he doesn’t have to make the journey alone.

Laundry

I hate it.  Loathe it.  Despise it.  With every last cell of my Being.

No matter how much I wash it, it is never done.  No matter how many times I fold a *bleeping* shirt, it never stays folded.  It is the bane of my existence, laundry. 

I’ve never loved doing laundry…I mean, who does?  However, since I’ve been doing the “stay-at-home-Mommy” job, it has become this Thing…It has taken me down into the depths of despair more often than any other household chore.  My Sweet Daughter #1 even came up with a drawing for me, a tree that she would have on her island…(she has been creating a land in preparation for a story she wants to write.)  This tree is called The Laundry Tree, and everyone would have one on their front lawn.  You put laundry into the hole in the tree, (you know…the hole that every childhood drawing of a tree has) and clean laundry pops out of the branches like leaves.  You just pick your clean outfit off the tree in the morning.  That’s My Girl!!!

So, I wonder if I had one of these, if my laundry life would become less of a burden?  7.0 cubic feet of laundry washing ability…much more than my meager little “large capacity” that we bought 10 years ago.

But then there’s that deck I want so badly…decisions, decisions. 

Truly, it is a trial to have a “wanting” personality.  What to do what to do?

So get this….

My husband calls me on his way to New Jersey.  Mentions that, “Geez!  There’s lots of cops out here today!”  and we joke about how it’s the last day of the month so it’s quota day.  Better be careful.  Ha ha.  Well, he calls me back an hour later.  “You’re not gonna believe this!  I got stopped!” 

Now here’s the “get this” part…..Was he speeding?  No.  He gets two tickets.  One for a license plate violation…apparently the little plastic thingy that the dealership puts on was covering “The Empire State” part of the license plate…..not the number, not the state…the SLOGAN!   And he gets another one…for “obstructed view.”  Yes folks, my evil husband, that law breaker that he is, had an air freshener tree hanging from his rearview mirror.  *GASP*  Now, I’m all for police officers doing their jobs and protecting the good citizens of America, and I would be the first to berate my husband for a speeding ticket, but COME ON!!!!!!!!!  Can this be serious????  Are you telling me that there was no one on that road doing something worse than smelling fresh air?  Puh-leeze!!!!!!!!!!!

Go fight the good fight, and stop REAL crimes please.  Let’s let the air fresheners and little plastic advertisements slide.  I’d rather be stopped and asked for a donation than be ticketed for a fake crime.  Let’s get real. 

*rant over*