10 Things I Learned From Reading Online News Comments
I pause briefly from photography and kid blog entries to participate in the trendy "10 Things" craze.
Ten Things I Learned From Reading Online News Comments
1. 93% of commenters probably did not make it beyond third grade.
2. Everybody is an expert.
3. It’s perfectly acceptable to promote your porn business in the comments of an article about a blind child mourning the loss of her guide dog.
4. You will ALWAYS read this exchange, no matter what article you are reading: Who cares? Why is this even news? –you cared enough to click the link, rede it and comment, so you obviessly care. If you don’t like it, than don’t rede it.
5. I should stop reading up on child safety trends because childless Jon Dupa from Podunk, Ohio, has it all figured out. When he was little, his mom smoked an entire pack of Virginia Slims in their Monte Carlo with the windows up while he played lawn jarts in the back seat. He’s fine now, so everyone needs to chill out and let kids be kids. (See numbers 1 and 2 above.)
6. The comments of an article about any relevant social issue is not going to end without Jon Dupa’s words of wisdom that somehow link the issue to things like clogged shower drains and 7-Eleven running out of liquid nacho cheese.
7. People are more invested in Kim Kardashian’s ass than their 401k.
8. George Bush is a hero. Obama destroyed the world.
9. Obama is going to save the world. George Bush destroyed it.
10. I have fond memories of the Letter to the Editor. Remember it? Yeah? Let’s do that again.
Our House...
Is a very very very fine house. With a bunch of cats in the yard (that aren't ours and poop on everything), life used to be so hard. But now it's pretty sweet. Rainbows, puppies, occasional rounds of stomach bugs, not much cash, lots of fun. We'll be putting it up for sale in the spring. I'll miss these little pieces of it. The ones I don't see all the time, but I know they're there. Not like we'll actually sell it, so no real point in getting all sappy over it yet. We'll see what happens? P.S. Anybody want a giant red couch? :) P.P.S. We don't have any puppies. I don't know why I wrote that. It sounded nice, I guess.
So Long Summer
“In a simple and a peaceful cottage with a beautiful view, you will not be dreaming about the palaces or the heaven, because you already have a perfect thing!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
Mom, You Have the Freshest Milk
So, it finally happened. Mallory got on that bus and went to school. Finally. She has really been ready for this for a long, long time. Day after day of watching Lydia do it. She was ready.
Never mind that she still doesn't fully know her alphabet yet (don't stone me...I think she knows it, but doesn't give a ham sandwich about it). Or that she hasn't mastered the zipper. Or that she thinks at her first soccer practice this week she'll be "throwing that soccer ball through that hoop". Trust me, she was ready for this.
The day started out great. Up early. Dressed by 7:45. No fighting. Swarm of angry mosquitoes that only Alfred Hitchcock could orchestrate. Bug spray before school? Check.
Right on the bus. No problems. She gets on before Lydia. They are assigned seats next to each other for the year. Perfect. Driver gives Mal her seat assignment. Seat 6. Mal proceeds with confidence...right passed 6. Lydia grabs her arm and throws her in 6. Good job, Lydia.
Bill and I rush to the school to follow her in and make sure she gets settled. Lydia leads her down the hall and into her class. Lydia dismissed to enjoy third grade.
Mal gets settled in. No tears. No apprehension. We leave. She gets off the bus at the end of the day happy.
We're in my bed watching H2O Just Add Water and she says to me, in her sweet voice, "Mom, you have the freshest milk".
Your guess is as good as mine.
As a bonus, here is Lydia on her first day of third grade (last wednesday). She's already killing it in the academics. Thank goodness. This child saves my sanity. Every day.
Beaches
It's no secret, I have a new camera. It's no secret I'm in love with his new camera. I wanted to use it tonight so we headed to the beach. Of course it was windy, cloudy and cold. I mean, it's July. But, it felt like a vacation. Warm wind and chilly air. And Mallory had to pee when we were as far away from a bathroom as we could possibly be.
All in all, a good monday.
