Take the drugs away from Paula!

"I love feathers because feathers then join as wings and... I always say, 'Spread your wings, fly without strings.'" - Paula Abdul, hawking her feather-adorned jewelry on QVC

Thunderstorms

When did thunderstorms with full-fledged thunder and lightning become un-scary? I've always been a fan of watching thunderstorms, but I prefer to watch them from somewhere safe... away from trees, metal bats and metal fences. Thursday night is softball night, and last Thursday was also a night of ridiculous storms. I drove over to the softball fields to make sure our game had been cancelled, positive that the park would be deserted, only to find about 50 crazy people still playing and observing a softball game. These people also had their kids out there... a whole kindergarten class full of them. No joke - the entire sky would light up with lightning and thunder would roll, and these people just went on with the game, holding metal sticks up in the air, hanging on to the fences. Then the rain came. And they ran out of there like it was acid. Stick around just asking to get electrocuted, run like crazy when you might get wet? Something's not right...

Dear Mr. President

A fantastic song by Pink, of all artists...

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?

Who still wears carpenter jeans?

Note to all men: carpenter jeans are not sexy. Well, that's not entirely true. I guess they could be sexy on hot construction workers... you know, the guys who legitimately need all of the ridiculous loops and pockets for tools. Still, when was the last time you saw a hot construction worker who wasn't in a Coke commercial? This past weekend I saw two men in the midst of the I-Am-A-Superior-Species area of Atlanta who were wearing carpenter jeans, and I felt obligated to tell the men of the world that carpenter jeans have never really been stylish or attractive... and to please get rid of them. Please.

Where Is Your Heart

I don't believe
In the smile that you leave
When you walk away
And say goodbye
Well I don't expect
The world to move underneath me
But for God's sake
Could you try?
I know that you're true to me
You're always there
You say you care
I know that you want to be mine

Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
That's all I'm asking for
Oh, where is your heart?

I don't understand
Your love is so cold
It's always me who's reaching out
For your hand
And I've always dreamed
That love would be effortless
Like a petal fallin' to the ground
A dreamer followin' his dream

Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
And that's all I'm asking for
Oh, where is your heart?

It seems so much is left unsaid
So much is left unsaid
But you can say anything
Oh, anytime you need
Baby, it's just you and me
I know that you're true to me
You're always there
You say you care
I know that you want to be mine

Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
That's all I'm asking for