9:29am... Wearing a new t shirt for casual Fridays, and it has a guy on it that looks like a Weebl and he is either one of two people... Michael Jackson (Jacko?) or Elvis. I'm thinking it's the latter because he's got poofy hair and is wearing one of those Evil Knievel outfits that Elvis used to wear. it could be Evil Knievel though.... However, the chick at the store with the piercings and dyed pink hair says it's Michael Jackson. Which I would have no problem with, if it were 20 years ago and Thriller still played on the radio. God, Jacko really is crazy. it's too bad because I loooved that guy when I was younger. My sisters and I used to write him fan letters, and I saw Captain Eo at Epcot and loved it. I miss my youth, I had a good time. But how the mighty have fallen. Elvis was the man, but now all I can think of when I think of Elvis is how sad and drugged out he was when he died. Wayne Newton has this whole shrine to Elvis in his house, Casa de Shenandoah (haha, thanks Cribs), and he has this lonely note the King wrote just before he died. Bummer to wear him in his glory. He is still the man, though. So, I'm gonna go with it's an Elvis Weebl I'm wearing.

11:30am.... Men. Old men. I have reason to mull this topic over as I have one for a parent and currently work for one. It's like how it is with the Elvis Weebl.... how in your head, you can remember how awesome the guy was once, but the reality you have now is a shady one? Different is probably a better word. I've noticed that my stepdad is more...not cranky, but fussy. You know? He's always been a type A guy, and that's partly why he has been so motivated and so successful. But it's starting to encroach on his people skills. With old guys, it's like, you know those not-so-nice comments you have about people, even your loved ones, that you think but don't say? They aren't overtly mean, but they don't need to be said aloud? Well, whatever sensor that stopped them from talking is burned out. Old men loooove to give you their opinion. They looove to tell you what to do and how to do it. Even if you don't want or need to hear it. What really sucks about old guys, though, is that when they deal with women, they do all the talking and treat you like a moron because you are a woman. Which gets really really annoying and frustrating. I think 25% of why my boss is such a dick is because he's an old guy. The rest I chock up to being crazy and just downright mean-spirited. But his assistant is a woman, and I listen to him talk to her all day long. And boy, does she have it bad. My stepdad isn't so bad about it, because he's still a chill guy. But will it get worse, I wonder? Where is that awesome 70-year-old guy who doesn't pull this crap? I gotta meet him.

12:00pm.... Ok, women suck sometimes too. Old women included. Haha, I once heard a guy say that women whine and cry about everything from birth to death. Funny, true, a little harsh, but not off. But we women make the world go round, and we do it while dealing with a lot of stuff, including men, old men, little boys, our mothers, supermodels, jobs, dating, bills, clean homes, an aging problem, PMS, menopause, getting cancer from too much chocolate, and a shrinking list of reasons why not to inject Botulin into our bodies. Among other things. And I'm supposed to handle all this with poise, confidence, and zen-like thinking? it's laughable, truly. Good thing I do laugh, and I vent about it here. The other day my mother told me I'm getting lines on my face from laughing all the time. Cannot believe it. Respect the ladies, cause no matter what you say to them, at that moment they are juggling 10 different things at once, like balls in the air. So, yeah, sometimes we suck and sometimes guys suck, but it's only because we're trying to deal with your suckiness, and how you do that successfully, I do not know. I don't think anyone has figured it out. And that is my treatise on men and women and the why of it all.

3:30pm... To go back to my way-earlier theme, when I mentioned Weebls.... Haha, how about my Weebl reference? You ever get a craving for the toys and weird snack foods that used to be awesome? Those cupcake dolls that smelled like cupcakes, or my Lincoln Logs. What did my mom do with those? Don't even get me started on how cartoons these days are so weird. Where are the Noozles? Where's David the Gnome, and Swift, his pet fox? Eureeka's Castle? Freakin Fraggle Rock? But the one blast from the past I wish would come back are Magic Middles, those cookies with the icing in the middle? Looked totally forgettable on the outside, but the insides... oh, man. That, and Burger Buddies, from BK. I would go to Burger King exclusively if they brought those back. Oh, those days were mad good. Where do all those ideas go when they get discontinued? Is there a warehouse somewhere in an empty field with all the remaindered Magic Middles? I'd save them for posterity. Or probably eat them!