I know, it has been like two days and I have not checked in. I tried to catch up today. God, you all are prolific. There were a lot of blogs to catch up on!
Congratulations to SS for passing the most difficult section of the CPA exam. Congratulations to Becca for “Not Drinking Jello Shots”. Sure wish I had been there for that.
Joann and Dinners, glad to have you back in rare form. Red and CB, thanks for being on top of things as alway….
So anyway, I’ve missed everyone, now let’s talk about Sandra Bullock but in a nice way…
Here is a nice person. Never has a bad thing to say about anybody. Always funny, always upbeat, totally a girl next door type that you can imagine giggling with over wine and tapas, and the media is all over her. Because her husband did a bad thing.
It’s between them, media. Leave them alone, give the girl some room, let them work it out. There are children involved. I don’t want to know the dirt, don’t want to see the other woman, don’t want to see his tattoos (even if they are quite alluring), don’t want to know how she is coping.
We think we envy celebritites. Really? Think about something so private and heartbreaking happening to you and then think about parasites following you around night and day with the sole mission of catching your every reaction and reporting it to the public. I don’t care how much people are paid, it is really not right.
And the ironic twist is, you almost can’t help but watch. I’ve managed not to so far. I’ll continue my struggle because, I like you Sandra Bullock, and you need your space.
Ahhh. Got that out of my system. So, World, you have not heard from me because, as you may have heard, Rhode Island is in deep water. Not metaphorically, for once, but for real. On Tuesday my little state experienced the worst flooding recorded in 100 years. I work for a very nice hotel located on the banks of one of the rivers. This is the view from our restaurant window on Tuesday afternoon:
So I’ll be back. Please don’t unfollow me. I’m just getting to know you, my little Chickadees. Oh, excuse me, can I call you that?
PS. Check out chicken crossing the road for maybe just a little bit of situation related humor.