1. Kelly Clarkson should really try to stop yelling so much when she sings. I've gotten to the point where I change the station anytime her latest songs come on. Lighten up, girlfriend.
2. People who are histrionic with their pain puzzle me. Yes, I know it hurts, and I'm sorry, but do you really need to yell aloud like a three year old getting an injection? Wounds hurt, but please.
3. When we are impatient enough to pass three separate cars on a double line (yes, I'm talking to you Mr. Motorcycle Rider going over the ridge), we will always find a school bus waiting ahead for us. Oh, the sadistic joy I felt watching you have to stop behind it. And, when we pass a school bus on a double line, we must not care too overmuch for our own well being. I do hope you got where you were going safely. I'll see you soon in our wound center.
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Now, on a happier note, the truly best moment I had all day yesterday was when I came home and was watching the news with husband. As they droned on and on about the government shut down, all I could hear was the sweet sound of singing from upstairs, "There was a farmer who had a dog, and Bingo was his name-o, B-I-N-G-O...." Sam, with headphones on, is sitting on his bed watching A Day with the Animals Kidsongs DVD, and singing to the top of his lungs, oblivious that we can hear him more loudly than if he weren't using headphones at all. And all I can think, as I smile, is how lovely a gift it is to be that unselfconscious. His spirit is so open and so unconcerned with what people think of him. It would never occur to him to not sing with abandon and joy. Shouldn't we all?
So, come on, sing along, "B-i-n-g-(clap), B-i-n-g-(clap), B-i-n-g-(clap), and Bingo was his name-o!"