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You know what’s bewildering?
1) The six sections in the Mother’s Day edition of the Sunday paper devoted to pictures of mothers & their children. Just photos of women, with children, and names. They do this on Mother’s Day, and a couple of other times each year, and it boggles my mind. Is it that exciting to get your picture in a special newspaper supplement? Does your picture really need that legitimation? Do you just want people to look at you?
2) My skin and facials. The last time I got a facial, my skin looked amazing the day after. This time, not so much. In fact, it looks considerably worse. And I know that can happen if you use chemical peels and stuff, but it’s not that kind of worse. It’s broken out, marked up, disgusting kind of worse. I’m still holding out for post-facial miracle skin, but I doubt it’s going to happen, and it’s making me doubt everything the esthetician told me.
Granted, my skin is like its own little oil factory, and if they could set up refineries on the surface of my face, well, we’d go some distance toward ending the energy crisis.
But that’s why I GOT the facial. Clearly I need a new plan.
3) People who name their children things like Ryleigh MaKaeighla and think that they’re being individuals or “different.” No. Unique spellings do not make you an individual. They’re just a pain in the ass for everyone who comes in contact with them—and hello! it’s still pronounced Riley Michaela. The name Michaela was a perfectly interesting name until the unique spelling people got a hold of it—it lends itself nicely to mutations—and although I’ve never seen it spelled in the freaky version I used, I have no doubt there are worse variations out there.
(But I am a bit of a hypocrite, because Anne and Katherine are 100x preferable to Ann and Catherine, and I can’t explain why. But at least they’re all widely accepted and common spellings).
4) Why someone in our office would throw a perfectly good 9x13 aluminum pan into the trash. Not a particularly dirty pan, nor a cheap throwaway pan. A actual brownie/lasagna thick walled metal pan that just needs to be washed.
1) The six sections in the Mother’s Day edition of the Sunday paper devoted to pictures of mothers & their children. Just photos of women, with children, and names. They do this on Mother’s Day, and a couple of other times each year, and it boggles my mind. Is it that exciting to get your picture in a special newspaper supplement? Does your picture really need that legitimation? Do you just want people to look at you?
2) My skin and facials. The last time I got a facial, my skin looked amazing the day after. This time, not so much. In fact, it looks considerably worse. And I know that can happen if you use chemical peels and stuff, but it’s not that kind of worse. It’s broken out, marked up, disgusting kind of worse. I’m still holding out for post-facial miracle skin, but I doubt it’s going to happen, and it’s making me doubt everything the esthetician told me.
Granted, my skin is like its own little oil factory, and if they could set up refineries on the surface of my face, well, we’d go some distance toward ending the energy crisis.
But that’s why I GOT the facial. Clearly I need a new plan.
3) People who name their children things like Ryleigh MaKaeighla and think that they’re being individuals or “different.” No. Unique spellings do not make you an individual. They’re just a pain in the ass for everyone who comes in contact with them—and hello! it’s still pronounced Riley Michaela. The name Michaela was a perfectly interesting name until the unique spelling people got a hold of it—it lends itself nicely to mutations—and although I’ve never seen it spelled in the freaky version I used, I have no doubt there are worse variations out there.
(But I am a bit of a hypocrite, because Anne and Katherine are 100x preferable to Ann and Catherine, and I can’t explain why. But at least they’re all widely accepted and common spellings).
4) Why someone in our office would throw a perfectly good 9x13 aluminum pan into the trash. Not a particularly dirty pan, nor a cheap throwaway pan. A actual brownie/lasagna thick walled metal pan that just needs to be washed.
Labels: Question for the Masses, Random Ramble, Snarky, Workin'
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