Current events

 I start my day listening to Good Morning America while I beginning my morning ritual of taking my thyroid medicine and then letting my moisturizer do its work until I can have my coffee in 30 minutes. This is the time that I spend getting up to date on important things going on outside my little world in the burbs.Local news share a heart warming story of a young man who proudly shares his adventure of sleeping in a trashcan inside Northline Mall so he can be first in line to buy the special tennis shoes (are they are tennis shoes, or do they go by their sport name? For me they are tennis shoes or tennis pumps. Just like all carbonated beverages are CocaCola. I don't care if it is some other brand, it is Coca Cola. It is certainly not "soda" or "pop". I digress) that will go on sale in the morning. First of all, am I the only person who realizes this guy was trespassing , at the very least, and should be handcuffed instead of interviewed? What makes him so special is that he was safely inside the mall in the comfort of his trashcan when the riot outside broke out when the line of potential shoppers just couldn't wait another 5 minutes until the mall officially opened. Helicopter photos showed rioting and other non-Christmas behavior and then our TrashCan Man is back on camera.
TC Man proudly shows his two pairs of shoes that he was able to purchase inspite of the mayhem and then introduces us to the lucky shopper who he just scalped the shoes to for $400. Now what am I doing wrong? Granted , I am not known for my frugal nature or actually any sense of money whatsoever. I am known as the place to go when you need place settings for 24 , silver, crystal, and linens included.  But even with my excess, I have not spent any spare cash on gold teeth. I believe the proper dental term is "caps and grill". I have been very judicious with this decision and STILL I don't carry an extra $400 to $800 cash to be able to take advantage of spur of the moment bargains such as the tennis shoes that missed being jacked up by the SWAT TEAM.
THEN we go to national news where I am moved to tears when I hear that the president of the United States has taken time from his Hawaiian vacation to address one of the burning issues of our nation: Michael Vick gets a second chance to play football. Now, if that doesn't put a lump in your throat and give you a chance to say you are proud to be an American, then I don't know what will. A convicted dog fighting entrepeneur /canine killer gets to go back and continue making millions playing ball and this is worthy of a presidential nod? WHAT THE HELL? Sorry for the unladylike strong language. I am afraid I have overdosed on the Nyquil again and this is just my fried braincells trying to jumpstart me.
When they end the program with soldier posted in combat zones getting to say "Merry Christmas, Mama. I love you and hope to be home soon" I realize that someone has zeroed in on what is important and we are reminded of the sacrifice being made for our great nation.  Hug your children. Love your country. Call your mother. This is a recession, resist the grill.