Free sample plus a laugh

Yesterday I was browsing through my mega list of blogs I follow and read that Kotex was giving away free samples of their new U brand of feminine products. Always one for anything free (yes I will fill out a form to get a free sample of diapers. Do I have kids....nope. But I am a firm believer that someone will be up a literal shit creek without a diaper and I will just happen to have one.) anyway, I promptly filled out the required fields. Name-Check. Address-Check. Gender-WTF???? Gender? Really? Me thinks Kotex also believes that people will always request any type of samples regardless what they are. Hope Billy can explain to his girlfriend that Yes, that tampon is his and no, he isn't completely insane.

By the way, the blog I found the sample giveaway on was Monique's over at Stretching The One Income Dollar.

It sure is High...up here on my soapbox...

So, the news today is a little bleak for a family of 16 year old Abby Sunderland. Abby was sailing around the world in order to be the youngest sailor ever to circumnavigate the globe. That's all fine and good but what I want to know is why at 16 she was allowed to do this. Her parents believed that she was more then capable of handling her small sailboat but what about other dangers that every other 16 year old has been warned about? It was completely irresponsible of her parents to let her attempt this journey alone.

Her mother had been quoted... "Could there be a tragedy?" MaryAnne Sunderland said. "Yeah, there could be. But there could be a tragedy on the way home tonight, you know, or driving with her friends in a car at 16. You minimize the risks."

Abby herself said "I am definitely nervous," Abby told "20/20." "People say you shouldn't be nervous if you are really ready to do this. But I understand [the] ocean, and I understand how dangerous what I am doing actually is, and I understand how careful I need to be out there."


In her young age I don't believe that she was fully prepared to embark on this type of journey. Seasoned sailors "understand [the] ocean" and still end up in dangerous situations. How could a 16 year old have that much knowledge, education and experience about sailing and the ocean?

What about the ports where she had to dock to get more supplies? Were all those safe and secure for a 16 year old girl alone? Last I heard many many locations within the United States are not necessarily safe for young women....what about foreign lands? Even if they were US friendly does that make it safe for a female alone?

T.J. Simers, a columnist for The Los Angeles Times even went as far as spouting Child Abuse in this particular case. "I just don't understand the idea of risking life. This kid's going to be out there all by herself. Death is a possibility. Bad weather. Are you kidding me? Who's responsible for this? She's a kid."


In response, Abby's father said something to the effect that they, the critics, didn't know his daughter. No, we don't. At least I don't. All I know is that she is 16. She should have a part time job, working hard in school, going to Prom and getting ready for her future with choosing a college. Instead she is lost at sea, somewhere in the southern part of the Indian Ocean.

Another bit of info that I found interesting.....Guinness World Records says it will no longer recognize "youngest ever" sailing records, because they are so risky.

Even the GWR people get it. I sincerely hope that Abby is found soon and alive. It honestly wouldn't have squashed her young dreams by making her wait a few more years to get more experience...it would have been good parenting.

I got much of my information from the ABC article found Here and from AOL news Here.

What's on my mind (AKA Random shit that makes no sense to anyone but me.)

So, 3:30 in the morning on what is sure to be a fantabulous Monday and I am still awake burning the midnight oil (that saying doesn't really make a whole lot of sense anymore now that no one uses oil for lighting but whatever) and not being about to sleep. At this point at night (or morning, whichever makes you happier to think of it as) one would think that the brain would start shutting down and sleep would start trying to take over. Not so much.

So I know you aren't probably wondering what could possibly be going through my mind at 3:32am but as this is my blog and I am writing it for my entertainment I'm going to share just what is going on.

First of all I have to share that I could very well have Adult Attention Deficit. I have never been diagnosed, that would entail my having to go to a doctor and as far as I'm concerned I would rather ask my neighbor's 98 year old Grandmother's mail carrier what my diagnosis is and hand him/her $70 for their words of wisdom then spend 3 hours in my physician's waiting room and 10 minutes with the medical assistant just to wait another hour for the doctor to come in to tell me that I am having issues with my mind wandering and random interrupted thought processes because I am fat. (Think that is far fetched? Trust me. Whatever ailment you go to the doctor for, if you are fat, that would be their professional opinion on what is wrong with you. Their cure? Lose Weight. Seriously. You got a rash on your bum? Doctor: You're Fat. Your nasal mucus is blue? Doctor: You're Fat. Anyway, back to my story). My AAD, or should I say alleged AAD? Whatever. I often have various and random thoughts that spring into my head every few minutes. Sometimes only a couple. Sometimes half a dozen. None of them ever have anything to do with one another. It's kind of like being a winner of an amazing gift bag full of goodies. Which you happily open up only to find half a peanut butter cookie, 6 dimes, an acrylic fingernail with green polish, car keys that go to a 1981 Datsun (car not included), a deflated rubber balloon, and a left shoe.

Anyway, what is my goodie  bag/mind full of tonight? That is the question.

Answer-------->An old friend, my nephew, Texas, a song that has been going through my head all day, laundry, and gas.

Now to elaborate......

Old Friend....Years and years ago my little group of friends had a mutual friend who was in the Air Force. He deployed to Turkey and we never heard from him again. Short of paying someone to find him for us we have tried various times throughout the years to find him. I think I have found him and still cannot contact him (found him but no contact information was available) which is so frustrating.

Nephew....age 13. Is still awake and chooses not to let me boss him around when it comes to thing like..."Go to bed." "Brush your teeth." and my favorite "Seven cans of Dr. Pepper a day is too much. Please drink water."

Texas....I am driving down to Texas in 2 days with my sister, nephew (of the I like to drink pop, stay up all night and not brush my teeth) and my 3 month old niece. I am excited because I haven't had a chance to see my cousins in years but my totally awesome (love my 80's reference?) road trip is now a family "Are we there yet? trip. *sigh*....I'm thinking it will still be fun. If not...there is something called Tequila.

Laundry...Do I have clean clothes for work tomorrow? If not....oops.  A little late to start a load tonight. Good Gravy it is almost 4am. Nope scratch that it is after 4. I got sidetracked while blogging and ended up doing a quiz on "Do you have Adult Attention Deficit?". 52% yes. 48% not so mu...oh look a butterfly.

Gas....not the kind that goes into your car. Enough said?

Song....All day long, seriously! The Bloodhound Gang's Three Point One Four. Really not a song to sing out loud. Yet I did. Multiple times at work. Thankfully the filter between my brain and my mouth was somewhat working and I did not blurt out any of the lyrics while in the vicinity of guests or people who could fire me.
"Early bird gets the worm spread your legs or spread the word,
So what if I'm not the smartest peanut in the turd"

What up?

I don't know why I titled my post that way. It sounds so much better when you say it to a friend then it does here. I mean, how cool are you when you see someone you know give the little head nod and say "What up?" but here....it kind of looks like you failed grammar in school and spelling. Which leads me to my topic of the day....

Can someone please tell me what the point is to text typing.

I know it tends to go a little faster if you can eliminate some letters from your text but do you really need to text 120 words per minute? Are your friends timing you? Are you going for a world record?

I see this going on outside texting too. I am a member of tons of different sites..Shelfari, Facebook, MySpace etc and everyday I am bombarded with things like....

-wut? I wuz thinkin tha same shit itz jst u beat me 2 it!
-this wize woman told me that if I wus 2 jst $mile 1nce I wud git betr tips.
and
-i knoe that is somethin he would sayy 2

Is it really that much easier to type a z in wise instead of an s? How about the u in was? Knoe? 1nce instead of once?

I have a "friend" who actually types everything that has an i in it with 2 i's. So her texts would read something like this....
Hii all, ii'm goiin out of twn 2niite. ii wiill see evry1 when ii get bak.

Over all she really seems like a nice girl and completely not uneducated so I am thinking she must have a good reason why she does this. Weird huh? Now I'm going to say something that shows my age as I shake my fist in the air as those crazy kids take a shortcut in their writing (as if they were taking a shortcut through my yard) and say..... What is this world coming to?

Or should I say? Wut iiz ths wurld cumiin 2?

My Second Official blog post.

Whew. Glad I got that first one out of the way. I don't know why but that first post is always the hardest. It's as if I am afraid that I will say something complete ignorant and my status as Pretty Pretty Princess might get taken away by my devoted followers.

Pretty crazy actually because as this is my second post (yes I am counting that first one as a post. It says it is. Therefore it is. It's all there in black and white. Actually blue and yellow because currently my background is a pretty one created by Lena who is a Creative Goddess) and I only have one follower. Come to think of it. I really don't know how I even got her to follow me. I made this blog last week but this is the first time I have had a chance to really start blogging on it. But it is what it is...Shout out to ya Suko!

You might wonder why I am the Pretty Pretty Princess. Or not. Bet I'll tell you anyway. Try to stop me.

First off, am I attractive enough to garner Pretty times 2? Nope, not really.

How about just one Pretty? Sure. In some relatively small isolated country I could probably be a Queen. A possession, like a highly coveted cow to a tiny village located somewhere in the South Pacific where you have to wear super strong reading glasses to see it on a world map.

Which leads me to Princess. I was the Princess at work for quite a while. Mostly in my head but occasionally out in the open. I was happy and content. Then my friend (who wasn't my friend when we first met...I mean really, can you call a perfect stranger a friend right away?? But now I think of him as a friend) Tim, started and all of a sudden people started calling him Princess. I mean really? He could have been a Queen. I wouldn't have objected. But he says that in his social circles being a Queen isn't always a good thing. So, he was now The Princess.

I ended up letting him be Princess because his sad panda face is better then mine and I didn't want to have to Bitch-Slap him at work where there are surveillance cameras on us at all times. And there began my stint as The Pretty Pretty Princess but you can just call me Christina. It's all good.

My first official blog post