Happy Face

Why isn't there a children's book out there that has a character that cannot not feel anything but happy? It could have some kind of over done set up, like being allowed to have any wish and the kid wishing to be nothing but happy. The point being, why isn't the message getting out there to young people that it's okay to be human. That being happy all the time is unnatural and even robots have bad days when they brake down and need repair.

On a related note, at what point does it become immature to cry when you scrape your knee falling off a bicycle or become angry when your favorite possession brakes beyond repair? Is there some set age when such passion is considered stupid?

Yummy Yogurt.

I find myself purchasing yogurt made from the same company (same brand), often eating it once a day, some times twice or three times a day. It finally occurred to me that I wasn't doing it because I love yogurt, but rather I love looking at the bottom of the cup each time. They are made and printed at a factory my father works at. Probably about every fifth cup I eat, I'm holding something that passed through my father's hands several weeks prior. It's my way of connecting to him I guess. We were never close in the sense we'd hug every time we saw each other. He is however, despite his often brash political incorrectness, the most non-judgement person I have ever encountered in my entire life. I wish I had told him more often when I lived under the same roof as him how awesome it is to see the quality of his work every day. He's very good at what he does. Sadly, his job is being lost to over sea workers and he hasn't received any kind of a raise in several years. It probably doesn't help that he's lost most of his benefits, no health insurance for example and most of the place is now run by illegal immigrant workers. Last time I asked, and this was about a year ago, he said he was only one of two people on his shift that spoke English. No further comment.

OoooOOO Tourists!!

I was driving home for work today and saw a couple of tourists. They had pulled off the side of the highway so that they could take pictures next to the Maine state sign that welcomes people. I find it funny that they parked right in from of the "Emergency stopping only" sign. Also, they had official New England shirts and were making goofy faces in front of a camera. The sad part is that I had to really fight the urge not to pull over myself to take a picture. Not of the sign, but of the tourists. Sad, isn't it? I grew up in the state that is ranked dead last in tourism in this country and I am so very fascinated by this whole tourist concept. Is it sad, that as a local, I want to take pictures of the tourists?

Poor Rich People.

There is something very amusing about the following:

There are small roads that go through the pine forests up here in dear old Maine that are home to lovely, very expensive and old houses. The owners of which tend to own very nice sports cars or at least convertible BMWs. I can't help but find it funny that these people spend half of their year trying to get from places like the grocery store to their home in these cars through New England's winter of ice and lots of snow, driving what must be a maximum speed of fifteen miles per hour. If that wasn't enough to amuse you, then consider this: The other half of the year, the area is overflowing with tourists. These very same roads are jammed packed with people, all who drive slowly so they can have a good look at all the beautiful, expensive, old houses throughout the Maine forests. Maybe it's just me, but wouldn't make sense just to purchase a vehicle based on how comfortable the seats are? Or how well the heater and air conditioning works in the car? Isn't it just pointless to own a sports car? I would really like to know how often they actually get to drive those cars as fast as the were meant to be driven.

Black Trucks

I have often heard how mustang drivers are jerks and that women that drive mini-vans are insane, but it makes me wonder what other stereotypes are out there about the drivers of certain types of vehicles. Specifically, I want to know what is in the water that the drivers of black vehicles drink. I really would like to be enlightened by this knowledge. Every single time I've had any kind of problem driving, it has always involved a black vehicle. Often, it's a pick-up truck. If someone is riding my bumper, it's a black truck. If someone is speeding around some kind of a turn at like 50 miles per hour instead of the recommended 25, it's always a black pickup. If going 10 miles over the speed limit on a high way is just SO slow as to warrant a nice little birdie from the driver of a car that passes me after all of five minutes being "trapped" in the lane I'm in, then yes, it of course, it is the driver of a nice black truck.

Also, drivers of black trucks firmly believe that a yield sign does not apply to them, or turn signals, or of course, as mentioned earlier, speed limit suggestions. I have simply come to accept the fact that either people who purchase black vehicles are somehow a little insane in their own right or that perhaps, black vehicles contain some kind of hypnotizing device and once someone sits behind the wheel, then they succumb to some kind of mind control and an evil squirrel minion takes the wheel.

It's hard to say. I will note how surprise I was that I lost my absolutely perfectly clean driver record to a tiny, two door honda. Granted, it was black, so it may have had some evilness just by default, but oddly enough, it wasn't a truck. Thankfully, due to that small detail, our little car just has a dent, or beauty mark, and not some kind of mark of death that undoubtedly an evil black pick up would have given it. It's a shame there can't be some kind of a cheat in grand theft auto where the streets are lined with black pick up trucks so that I can take out a shot gun and blow them all away. It would make me so happy. :)