Dilemma: The 2016 presidential election when you don’t like either candidate.
Enough said.
God save us all. Courtesy: newsweek.com
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Category Archives: Rants and Raves
It’s Only One Day
It’s so weird to think about, but my youngest sister is soon to be a married woman. Okay, not exactly soon, she and her fiancé want a long engagement, but getting him to pop the question was the first step.
They are both kind of low-key people. He said that he didn’t care what wedding they had and is actually leaving all decisions to my sister. He said even if she picked the courthouse for a venue, he wouldn’t be disappointed.
I watch wedding shows on TV and I guess I have his personality. Why does a wedding have to be some huge production? It’s one day! The couple will still love each other whether they spend five hundred dollars or fifty thousand. Why is a ten thousand dollar dress necessary? Why not spend that money on the down payment on a house?
Two words: Oh. Brother. Courtesy weddingdress.ng
Call me old fashioned, but I don’t get it. Make it classy, make it elegant, and enjoy the day—don’t break the bank over it.
Friday Fail
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I admit I have absolutely no knowledge of Pokemon Go, other than it uses a GPS and you try to find Pokemon characters. More to the point, I don’t care. Why people are obsessed with a game where you hunt aliens (?) I have no idea. Sorry to any readers who enjoy it, but in my opinion, some people have too much time on their hands.
I read this story from The Huffington Post and just knew I had to share it.
Probably like most of us, I enjoy a good “dumb criminal” story. Well, here you go!
Last Thursday morning William Wilcox was arrested in Milford, Michigan. The 24-year old was nabbed outside of the police station, standing by the flagpole, wearing pajama pants.
Police recognized from a rap sheet that included a 2014 conviction of receiving stolen property. While they were questioning him they also discovered he was wanted on a failure to appear from a breaking-and-entering charge.
Wilcox was trying to catch the Pokemon character by the flagpole directly in front of the police station. You read right. “He made our job much easier that day,” said Milford police chief Thomas Lindburg. “I think he was more upset he had to stop playing.”
Thankfully, the arrest of Mr. Wilcox means that there’s one less criminal roaming the streets. Even more thankfully, his arrest means that there’s one less Pokemon Go player roaming the streets.
Thank You, Steve Jobs
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There are two types of people in this world: Right brained and left brained. After a Google search I discovered that I’m right brained. I’m more creative (except when it comes to thinking of post topics) and verbal than logical. I would rather write than do math any day!
There is a reason “math” is a four letter word. Hearing the word brings my 33-year old brain back twenty years ago. I was in Miss Deubler’s eighth grade algebra class. She was a first-year teacher, which wasn’t hard to tell. She also thought algebra was the most important class on my schedule.
I agree that math is important. But why must the average person know how to solve for x in 50x – 4!? Isn’t that what iPhones and iPads are for? Okay, I admit that most people use math every day—counting change, etc. Simple math. What you learned in elementary school.
I guess my point is… Miss Deubler and every algebra teacher that told their students that that they’ll “need this some day”: The jig is up! As long as the good folks at Apple took (and remembered) algebra, I’m good. I give them permission to make algebra obsolete in my life.
Age-Related
Today’s prompt: frail. My first thought was old people.
Isn’t it funny how your perception of “old” changes as you get older? I’m 33. When I was younger (maybe 5 or 6) 33 was the age when you got gray hair. I’m 33 and still have all of my blonde hair (I have good genes, Dad is 58 and just went gray a few years ago, and not completely). Mom is 56. Sorry parents, but to younger Erin anybody in their 50s was ancient.
This woman has moxie. Kudos. Courtesy 2bp.blogspot.com
I’m currently in my room and I have the TV on. I’m listening to XM radio on Dish Network for inspiration for this post. It’s set on 90’s on 9. The current song is “You Learn” by Alanis Morissette from ’95. I remember it like it was yesterday, although I was in seventh grade. That was over twenty years ago!
To a 5 or 6 year, I should probably be graying, just like I thought at that age. But I guess when it comes to getting older, you have to listen to that little voice inside of you—not your graying hair or creaky joints.
The Waiting Game
Isn’t it amazing how much we rely on the internet? We have been having problems, and ours is out right now. Panic set in when my computer’s little arc went gray. The official diagnosis is a Time Warner problem at the street. No worries. In 2 or 3 days they’ll be back to fix it.
Two or three days? Correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s months in internet speak.
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I feel like that family in the AT&T commercial whose internet is out and they can’t function. At least I think it’s AT&T. Obviously I can’t check right now.
I was born in the 80s, but spent the majority of my childhood in the 90s. Of course I had Doc Martens, wore flannel, and watched “Full House” (actually still do on Nick at Night), but didn’t have the internet. Yet I survived. Funny—right now, sans internet, I’m not sure how I managed.
Isn’t it bizarre that kids before 2000 will never know a world with Walkmans, cassette tapes, VCRs, video tapes, or huge clunky TVs? Or how about this: a TV with no remote.
Do I sound like your grandpa yet?
No telling when this post will actually post. The internet may be currently working, or I may spend the next 72 hours wishing for the good old days.
An Open Letter to WordPress
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Dear WordPress,
This letter is regarding your Daily Prompts. Or lack thereof. A single word, make that, and a random word is not enough to base an entire post on!
When you had real prompts, it was so much fun. Mom would tell me in the morning what the prompt was, so the wheels could be spinning until the afternoon when I got ready to write. The monotony of my morning routine was not so monotonous with me thinking of a fun spin on today’s prompt.
In my humble opinion, you are taking the lazy way out. It’s as if you’re saying, “This is too much trouble, do it you do it yourself!”
And I’m positive I’m not the only one who feels this way. Hey, here’s an idea. Have a one word prompt, but have a regular prompt, too. Bloggers can decide for themselves.
Sincerely,
Erin Tharp
Slim To None He’ll Like You Whether You Lose the Weight or Not
At lunch Mom and I like to watch TV. It’s usually mindless, girly TV; you know, “Project Runway,” or a show I love and Mom saw for the first time today: “My Big, Fat Fabulous Life.” Luckily, Dad was getting the car fixed during lunch. Otherwise during these shows he provides a running commentary.
We watched one last week that I don’t think I will ever watch again, just on principle. “Fat Chance” follows an obese (or at least that episode did) individual who has eyes for a friend. The only reason to lose weight for her was so she would look better for her hoped-for mate!!
Women reading this, don’t you agree that that’s just sick? I didn’t know I had one, but I guess my inner feminist came out. As I was watching her kill herself in the gym, I wanted to scream HE’S NOT WORTH IT IF HE CAN’T ACCEPT YOU AS IS.
Then came the extremely awkward moment that she told him what she had been doing. And why. I cringed. I don’t really think of you in that way, he said. She stood there, devastated and humiliated.
My readers look like an intelligent bunch, and I’m not even 33, but I guess the moral of this post is that if it’s the right person, they will take you exactly as you are. If you’re going to change, do it for you.
To Outline Or To Not Outline, That Is The Question
I obviously love to write. It’s so satisfying to see something that was formally in your head, on a computer screen. I have taken many writing classes online as well. I don’t know if I was hoping to improve… or wanting homework!
Everyone of them gave the same advice: Outline, outline, outline!
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What a load of bologna.Don’t you writers agree?
At least for me, writing is almost an adventure. What will happen next? Wait, let me think. I guess you could say that I’m a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I am excited when something good pops into my head. If you have everything figured out, there is no spontaneity. You feel like you have written it already! I do get writer’s block often, but I guess it’s better than being bored. Besides, an outline wouldn’t solve writer’s block. I don’t think it would, anyway.
There Should Be a Kindle 12-Step Program
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I, Erin Tharp, am an addict. Or perhaps a hoarder. Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not alcohol or pieces of trash that are my demon. It’s Kindle books.
I know I have a problem, yet I continue to buy. I already have some good ones in there: To Kill a Mockingbird. The Grapes of Wrath. And I’m reading a really cute cozy mystery now. Yet it isn’t enough. Start one, like it, and now I have every book he/she has ever written.
I remember as a kid trips to the library weren’t quite on par with Disneyland, but they were very close. I would check the books out (shows my age), knowing full well there was no way a fourth grader could read six books in two weeks (also in the days before online renewal). Hunting the library shelves (and now Kindle store) was a lot of the fun.
My sisters swear by the show “Intervention.” I’m not that bad. But I guess admitting that I have a problem is the first step.
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