Turkey Day Outrage
So I'm cooking a turkey - despite family insistence that the only thing I could handle was a pre-cooked turkey. The wings are sticking out - not sure if that's a problem yet or not. 30 minutes in - 210 to go.
Can't wait for football to start - even if it is the
Detroit Lines - as I'm sick of the three hour long NBC and Macy's commercial - er I mean the Thanksgiving Day parade. Though my sister is very nostalgic about the whole thing. Highlight this year: Carly Simon singing "Let the River Run," one of my mom's all time favorite songs.
Outrage Just Means You Care
A National Day of Outrage - what a concept. Let me know when we start talking about a National Outrage Month - or, be still my heart - the Year of Outrage.
Where's the Outrage Been?
Seriously. I ask myself this everyday.
But when it comes to
Wall Street bonuses, it's definitely the question to ask.
The Big E
Being hit daily with the reality of my mom not being here for Thanksgiving. Went to a great parade in Stamford - big balloons, beautiful weather and in a city of this size, ran into a few people I knew. Made it feel like home. Just made me wish she was still here even more. I promised her last year that I have her up for parade weekend.
Not worrying about the turkey doesn't take away from the huge hole we all feel. Hard to even think about Christmas. She was the axis - no question about it. Am heading down on Wednesday for the long weekend. My younger sister has the heavy lifting - my mom's stuffing "recipe" - and luckily Balducci's is handling the rest.
Where Did Buffy Go?
Someone at work the other day said vampires weren't scarey anymore. I disagreed at the time. After reading
this article, maybe he's on to something.
So What?
I'm confronted with the fact that I don't have kids every day. So when I saw
the article about marketing to online moms vs Female Internet Users, No Kids (FIUNKs) I was ready for the outrage gene to kick in. Honestly though, I just don't get it. Will reread after my coffee and my all-consuming job and my non-child related family issues give me time to think - sometime around 2015, I believe.
Happy Birthday Kevbo
Would have turned 50 today. Watched the sunrise this morning from the beach in North Carolina - where we spent some happy days together.
Plan B
I love Lewis Black - a man after my own heart.
Sustained outrage is no easy feat. Every now and then I wish I were a standup comedian.
So Many Issues, So Little Time
We buried my mom on Saturday (July 25). It was worthy of her I hope. Haven't felt like blogging about much having to do with her illness and death.
What Possesses People?
Seriously. Do guys like this just WANT to get caught? How moronic do you have to be to not know that
the governor might be missed if he traipses off to see his mistress - for FIVE days?
Good gawd - I try not to generalize these sorts of things but are there any men out there that aren't ruled by one thing? Now that's a reality show I'd watch - if I didn't boycott all reality shows.
And I think I might go back to school and get a psychology degree - offer my services to every politician that's contemplating an affair so that they can think it out to the logical conclusion - before they lie, cheat or steal. There's a market here - definitely.
Where Does Time Go?
My mom died of pancreatic cancer on April 29. I haven't wanted to blog about it - so have just stayed away. But feel the need to write about something. So it's time to get back in the habit of exploring my outrage every day. Even without Bush II in office, there's still plenty to go around. Especially when
Obama gets outraged too.
Long Time No See
Boy I miss my blog. Just can't seem to find the energy to stay outraged long enough to make it here. Or maybe I don't feel the need to express the outrage now that Bush is out of office.
Too Tired
Just spent a few quality days at home. My mom's not doing well - and things are moving downhill far too quickly for me. She's been my best friend for some time - and I wouldn't have survived losing Kevin without her strength and wisdom.
Cancer Sucks
Just got back from VA for the second weekend in a row. My mom has stage 4 pancreatic cancer - we got the diagnosis on Friday the 13th. Right now I think I'll quote Forrest Gump - "that's all I have to say about that." For now, anyways.
That's My Word
Can't turn the television on these days without hearing the word "outrage."
When I moved to CT from NY, I wanted to get a vanity license plate - OUTRGE - but my mom talked me out of it. She thought it would be too "provocative" and that once Obama was elected, I'd have less to be outraged about. Wishful thinking.
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
If
Toyota gets a bailout, I want a bailout.
Kindred Spirit
"I thrive on outrage. I'm no good without it," so says Mercury News columnist Patty Fisher in
her latest column. Someone I can relate to.
You Say Spend, I Say Stimulate
Here's my problem with
the stimulus bill: if the bulk of the money will need to be administered by
local municipalities, who's watching what they're doing? Having worked in local government, the majority of people I met were hardworking and honest public servants. But it only takes a few to skim off the top. And the opportunities are endless. I just want to know who's responsible. Will call if I have to. Don't think I won't.
Update 02/18/09: Is it possible President Obama reads Outrage? He sent me an email (I know, I know. I just like saying that...) expressing his concern for accountability.
"I've assigned a team of managers to oversee the implementation of the recovery act. We are committed to making sure no dollar is wasted. But accountability begins with you. That's why my administration has created
Recovery.gov, a new website where citizens can track every dollar spent and every job created. We'll invite you and your neighbors to weigh in with comments and questions." Stay tuned.
Facebook: Face the facts
Well, if the
TOS changes don't upset you, here's proof that
Facebook is for Old Fogies. (thanks for the link JB)
Update 02/18/09: Facebook is listening to the people who use your site. How refreshing.
Crappy Weekend
Was sick as a dog last Friday - made for an uneventful and very quiet weekend. Of which I am grateful. Fifth Valentine's Day without Kevin - no easier than the first.
Bruce
The outrage meter is off the charts on this one. Springsteen tickets went on sale yesterday morning. The plan was for me to get tickets for the May 23 show at the Izod Center. Clink (the true Bruce fan among us) was trying to. Everyone I know was shut out - I was lucky because even though it failed to go through, I got an order number. Will keep you posted
