Day Fifty-Eight: I liked the Junior Mints

DAY FIFTY-EIGHT:  I came across an article today in the latest issue of my Disney Family Fun magazine. Let’s first start with why I even HAVE the Disney Family Fun magazine….it comes to my house, it’s a subscription…not my subscription. Somehow, someone subscribed my ex to Disney Family Fun and it gets sent to my condo – to someone who not only has no family, but someone who is single with no kids in sight.  Now I’m not complaining about not having kids…but how ridiculous that I get this magazine every month (and for some reason, I read it - I think it has something to do with feeling guilty that trees get sacrficed to make it.) 

 

It’s either a really “funny” joke OR the world’s way of letting me know all the fun things I COULD do if my 30 year old ass would finally decide to have children (yes, I know – it’s not my ass that would actually have the children). Either way….I’m not buying. Optimistic spin: I have something to talk about when my friends that have kids start doing the baby/toddler talk thing and I get to seem incredibly creative because the magazine actually has some pretty cool ideas. For a kid to do.  (I'll admit - I did rip out a few pages.  Hey, I'm a kid at heart...isn't everyone?) 

So back to the article. It’s all about this kid who is 9 years old and is a total pessimist. His mother says he notices and complains about things like a typo in the school newsletter or a substitute teacher’s lisp (can someone say…I love this kid? Okay, I will…I love this kid!) Anyway, mommy dearest is an optimist and wants to teach her son to see the good things and stop complaining about the bad things. (Get over it Mom, your kid rules, but…) I guess I sort of see her point, he’s not going to make any friends being a Dude Downer and we all know what happens to kids that make no friends when they are young. They grow up and shoot up schools or something similar. So, Mom has this rule, for every negative thing he (or any other family member) says, they have to say something positive to counteract it. Sounds sort of familiar (see any optimistic spin.) Well, it worked for her kid….he told her that the movie they just saw was terrible, but he liked the popcorn and Junior Mints. Time will tell if it works for me. I mean, if I got popcorn and Junior Mints I think I’d be happy.

Right now though, I’m suffering through the 2nd episode of American Idol this week. I watch it of my own volition and I’m not entirely sure why. I don’t believe it’s right for the media to select who the next big star is and them cram them down the American public’s throat, especially since most of the next “big stars” suck….if you don’t agree see here and here. I know, I know – the “public” votes….I’m completely convinced however that this is nowhere near representative of the true public – you know, the public that has ears and a semi-sense of musicality (that's a word, right?)…the majority of votes come from the singers themselves, and their parents, aunts, uncles, 4th grade teachers, eye doctors, and Sanjaya (do we all remember the ponyhawk….gag.)

The new crop of singers this year is brutal. Bru-tal. Granted it’s the first live show, so maybe it’s nerves, I don’t know, but seriously…I think my ears are bleeding. Optimistic spin: British pessimists make it entertaining and there are no ex-Laker girl singers on the panel plus Junior Mints might actually make it better. Now if only I had someone to bring me Junior Mints. Drats!  One of these might be good...

(As I post this – I cringe…cringe – you know that age old question would you rather be blind or deaf, well I’ve always answered blind without hesitation, until now – must.turn.it.off.)