April 22, 2010
thanks for the ideas on the scanner. i have found one that gets great reviews on line so i need to invest in one soon. i also need a new telephoto lens to replace the one i trashed back in the winter. i don't use it often, but when i want one - i really want it. know what i mean? even though 80% of the time, my 50mm stays stuck to the camera.
i've sworn off women's beauty magazines. i'm proud to say that i haven't purchased or read comospolitan in over two years. that includes the january issue that has the cute little book to predict your love life for the year. no glamour (i do miss that one), marie claire, elle, allure....nope. you know why? because i think the world has gone insane with the amount of time we spend on looking good, being younger and all the money that is being spent on this. i had to put a stop to it. at least for my sanity. now that is not to say that i don't enjoy looking nice. i like to keep myself, cute, tidy, neat - i spend money on hair and clothes. but it is not how i rule my life. and what really drove the point home for me....i was outside yesterday, taking in the sun when a young woman, yes she was heavier (a size 16 to 18) walked by a group of young men. one of the men, "moo'ed" - yes, you read that right "moo'ed" at her. you know, that's a damn shame that his momma didn't raise him better than that. and yes, i said something and yes, he flipped me off. *shakes head* it makes me worry for this world.
*steps off soapbox*
*ahem* sorry about that - just thinking about it made me mad all over again. i will never get being cruel. just like i will never get mean, intolerance, evil, and other horrible acts that people do. and, i know it makes you all mad too. i know. yes, i know.
let's talk about good things instead. like the three hersey kisses i have lined up on my desk to savor as i go about my afternoon. and fountain soda over crushed ice. nina simone, otis redding, patty griffin and johnny lang. flip flop weather, painted toenails and cold watermelon on a hot day. a juicy peach. the sound of the spine opening on a brand new book. the scent of something cinnamon baking in the oven. the sunshine on a freshly cleaned window. the sound of a loved ones' voice on the telephone. the laugh of a child.
scribbled by Char