Warning: We interrupt this Advent season to present a post that is totally unrelated to anything festive or spendy. But I need to get this off my chest.
I’ve been worn out lately with my need to have opinions about things. Big things. Little things.
- The Kardashian mom’s hairstyle-even though it’s cute, I don’t want to look like HER.
- Mrs. Obama’s lunch program.
- The way Chris was “sexualized” during this season of The Voice.
- Immigration. I have a question. Why does everyone in the world want to be an American and those of us who were born in the country and are 3rd 4th or 5th generation Americans constantly complain about everything that is wrong with our country and government.?????? I am guilty myself.
- Knit or Crochet?
I’m sick of wasting my brain cells and “thinking” time on crises that are none of my bizwax.
Yesterday, this was brought to my attention in a new way.
I spent the morning with my parents in a little waiting room in a hospital surgery center, waiting for my mom to have a procedure. (Thankfully, everything was fine. But we have to wonder if the hospital had an opening to fill, found a senior citizen who might need a test, and called and told them it was scheduled. Hmmm. Surely not, cynical self.)
A short wait turned into a long one and dad turned on the TV. (My parents just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and my dad’s 85th birthday. You can read about it here..) These two are the original hard workers and watching the boob tube in the morning is just not in their regular routine- or mine.
Imagine our Shock and Awe when we discovered there was not one TV judge, but MANY.
Dad and I watched with horror and, I must admit, a certain level of curiosity as these weirdos presented their cases before real-life judges in a courtroom. These cases involved friendship, condoms, hot sauce, bottle rockets, car payments, guitar classes, LA Lakers, hairless men, best friends, and a marriage proposal.
Who needs soap operas?
We laughed at them. We argued their points. We laid down the verdicts.
We agreed that we could never be real life judges because we have an aversion to stupidity.
I just about fell off my chair when I googled this morning and discovered all of these judges with their own TV shows:
Susan, oh wow, this post is so good. I cringe to even write this though–yet again, another opinion! I think you have hit it on the head, however–it is so much easier to look at somebody else's situation and say what you think should happen (or should've happened), rather than deal with the messiness in our own lives. I have to laugh about all the judge shows. My husband loves Judge Judy but we only ever see it when we visit my grandmother. I wish you and your family a wonderful holiday season. Thanks for a thoughtful post! XO, Jill
I would pick "knit". You can make such beautiful heirloom quality things with knit.
Crochet……meh, not so much.
Happy your Mom's procedure went well. I would love to know how to knit but sadly don't. Maybe someday I will try to learn. I knew there were a couple judge shows but had no idea how many. You are right – lots of opinions out there and it's easy to throw mine in the hat without prayer or thought. Thanks for the reminder and Merry Christmas to you and your family!