Found it interesting that my blog on Fifty Shades of Grey was the least read of all my blogs lately. I guess most women figured I didn't get it and most men really didn't care. I actually thought it was one of my more thought out blogs, whether you agree with me or not.
I'm so tired of seeing bullying videos. If you have a child and they video tape themselves bullying another child or an adult, you are to blame. Plain and simple. Don't give me peer pressure either. There is a line that every child knows they shouldn't cross and if they cross it, they should be penalized severely, maybe even legally. This also goes for adults who bully. Laws need to be tougher on bullying.
Last night, my father made a flank steak, which he butterflied and rubbed down with oil, garlic, shallots, parsley and oregano (maybe rosemary too), then topped with proscuitto di parma and provolone and then rolled it into pinwheels. Cooked over charcoal, to the perfect medium rare. The mix of the meat and herbs, with the saltiness and nuttiness of the provolone was absolutely heavenly. Leftover await.
Financial woes are without question the second most nausea inducing problems. I'd have to put not being able to be with someone you care about at number one.
I had a conversation with my father about discussing politics with conservatives. I explained that my biggest issue wasn't their views and opinions, but that when they discussed past performances or current agendas, they had no facts to back it up and when confronted with documented proof, they went on attack mode and attacked me personally. The very next morning I read a blog by a well known Newsweek correspondent attacking his GOP loving peers asking them nicely to please start backing statements up with facts and footnotes, to stop printing lies and to stop making references (that weren't true) about the man's father. Scary how everything in this country on a small scale is exactly as it is on a large. Littered with hypocrisy.
There's something wrong in this country where someone wakes up for work, puts on their golf shoes, hits some balls, never wins a tournament and makes $10-15 million dollars over a twenty year "career," but a person who goes to four or five people's houses a day, washes them, cleans and does laundry for them and just keeps them company, makes $11 an hour.
I really would love to write for a living. I have looked into it honestly. I don't believe I have incredible writing skills, but I do know I'm better than a lot of people out there who actually went to school for it. I've tried to start something...a novel, a play or a screenplay, but there is no money in that until it is finished. I have sent a sample to an organization that pays for blogs, but then found that the money is only per accepted blog and they want one sent in every single day. The money isn't enough to be considered a sustainable income and the thought of having to do researched work, with the chance of not getting paid is ridiculous. Anyone know anyone who wants to hire a conceited, opinionated, sometimes delusional, aspiring writer? Didn't think so. Time to make some breakfast.
I'm so tired of seeing bullying videos. If you have a child and they video tape themselves bullying another child or an adult, you are to blame. Plain and simple. Don't give me peer pressure either. There is a line that every child knows they shouldn't cross and if they cross it, they should be penalized severely, maybe even legally. This also goes for adults who bully. Laws need to be tougher on bullying.
Last night, my father made a flank steak, which he butterflied and rubbed down with oil, garlic, shallots, parsley and oregano (maybe rosemary too), then topped with proscuitto di parma and provolone and then rolled it into pinwheels. Cooked over charcoal, to the perfect medium rare. The mix of the meat and herbs, with the saltiness and nuttiness of the provolone was absolutely heavenly. Leftover await.
Financial woes are without question the second most nausea inducing problems. I'd have to put not being able to be with someone you care about at number one.
I had a conversation with my father about discussing politics with conservatives. I explained that my biggest issue wasn't their views and opinions, but that when they discussed past performances or current agendas, they had no facts to back it up and when confronted with documented proof, they went on attack mode and attacked me personally. The very next morning I read a blog by a well known Newsweek correspondent attacking his GOP loving peers asking them nicely to please start backing statements up with facts and footnotes, to stop printing lies and to stop making references (that weren't true) about the man's father. Scary how everything in this country on a small scale is exactly as it is on a large. Littered with hypocrisy.
There's something wrong in this country where someone wakes up for work, puts on their golf shoes, hits some balls, never wins a tournament and makes $10-15 million dollars over a twenty year "career," but a person who goes to four or five people's houses a day, washes them, cleans and does laundry for them and just keeps them company, makes $11 an hour.
I really would love to write for a living. I have looked into it honestly. I don't believe I have incredible writing skills, but I do know I'm better than a lot of people out there who actually went to school for it. I've tried to start something...a novel, a play or a screenplay, but there is no money in that until it is finished. I have sent a sample to an organization that pays for blogs, but then found that the money is only per accepted blog and they want one sent in every single day. The money isn't enough to be considered a sustainable income and the thought of having to do researched work, with the chance of not getting paid is ridiculous. Anyone know anyone who wants to hire a conceited, opinionated, sometimes delusional, aspiring writer? Didn't think so. Time to make some breakfast.
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