A few completely random thoughts from my head today:
1. Why are none of the Chicago Blackhawks from Chicago? I mean, seriously-they couldn't find a single solitary Chicagoan willing to raise a stick slightly off of the ground and beat someone almost to unconciousness, merely to occupy their territory?! I've lived near Chicago for awhile now, and I can only assume that they weren't really trying very hard.( Go , Blackhawks!)
2. Why was I the only nerd in the theatre on opening night who cheered for the part body double/part CGI/part Arnold Terminator? It totally brought the whole series full circle for me. Or am I overthinking this? Nerds? Anyone?
3. And speaking of Terminator, I know at least two people who have quite a lot of metal in their bodies, and they neither one seem to be stronger than normal people. Must be the chip.
4. Why is it that the older I get, the more I like the shows on PBS?
5. How come when I discuss what's wrong with the government with my family, Wal-Mart always comes up?
6. As a former homeschooling parent, I know that schooling any child is difficult. So why do I feel the need to call my dd's teachers on an at-least-weekly-basis, and give them an earful?
7. How come the last three points are questions? (Ummm...four?)
8. Why do I feel the need to give all parents of children younger than mine incessant, constant, non-ceasing advice/orders?
9. And speaking of Wal-Mart, why does almost everyone I know shop there and buy crap made in China/Taiwan/Korea/ETC, then complain about the economy in AMERICA?!!! I mean, DUH!!! Take the time to read a label, people!!!!
10. My grandfather, who was born overseas, had become an american, fought for America in a war, gotten married, and obtained a job in an (AMERICAN!) factory by the time he'd been here five years. He never, ever once bought a car that wasn't American, and he would have been shocked if anyone who was an American that he knew had done so. When I was in high school, one of my teachers told me that it takes three generations to forget anything. I am the third generation. I have NOT forgotten.