Creative Destruction

(I typed in creative destruction into google images and this is what came back)

I've been doing much thinking lately. The world we live in is nuts! This past week I posed the question to many of my friends and family members, "How did anyone ever get anything done before the internet existed?" Things must've taken forever to get done; banking must've been slow, you had to call someone and write down directions of how to get to a location, letters took days to arrive. No doubt, the internet has revolutionized the way we live and made us all more efficient. 'Creative destruction' as we say.



But the information superhighway isn't without its caveats. Think of the ridiculous amount of personal information about you out there, just waiting to be seen. Just a month ago, some jackal rang up $300 worth of charges on my credit card. I hope you burn in hell if you're reading this. With facebook and myspace accounts, people can see where I am living, what I am doing, see pictures of me and complete strangers can gather all sorts of information about who I am. I find it quite I ironic that I chose my blog as my medium for expressing these thoughts; as a blog is a source to many strangers as to what goes on in this head of mine. Does it ever just scare you that we have become so accessible? At any given moment of time, any person can contact me and find out exactly where I am. And if I don't answer my phone for some reason, heaven forbid someone not know my whereabouts for over an hour, I have to give some explanation as to why I didn't pick up the phone.

The great thing about technology is that in the not so distant future, perhaps no crime will go unpunished. Authorities will have the ability to tap any phone, computer or gadget in order to find and prosecute criminals. However, for the time being, we have to deal with internet theives. Why the authorities can't locate them and prosecute them NOW is beyond me. In my case, Target, you know the address where the theif had his gift cards shipped. Why don't you go ahead and do something about it? I alerted you the day that the charges appeared on my account and you took 7 days to do a damn thing about it.

One day technology will pass us all, and we will be the equivalent of our grandparents and great grandparents, lost in a future of gadgets and technological languages we can hardly interpret. Technology has left many of their skills obsolete and useless in today’s society. People skills have fallen victim to “computer hacking skills.” It’s a viscous cycle that unfortunately most of us will eventually fall victim too.

Oprah

So this one is short.

There is a certain person in my ward who always brings up that Oprah, THE Oprah... is an "anti-Christ." 

Seriously.  This woman in my ward is pissed and trying to warn people.  And sorry to say, she is not mentally disabled, crazy, or in a straight jacket.

She says this is because Oprah has a "Church of Oprah" in which Oprah talks about being positive, staying healthy, making good decisions, and being yourself.  

I just wish that some people would stop judging others and making it so hard for any normal people to feel interested, let alone, not disturbed.

C'mon, she's freaking Oprah.  If our church had "saints" she might be counted.  She's done this world a lot more good than this silly woman has. 

Fortune Telling

So brady and I both woke up groggy on Monday morning, (I think), and we began to remember little bits of our dreams. I was remembering mine as Brady started, and was trying to remind myself to tell him about it.

I got really freaked out when he told me his dream.... and we had the SAME dream. At least most of the important, weird, details were true.

The similarities our dreams shared were that I had a baby... it was our first child and we were so excited.... but oddly enough... it was a baby Pug, like our dogs. Really.

In my dream, I had somehow gotten pregnant by a dog, in his, the baby just came out that way and there was nothing wrong with it.

Things that our dreams did not have in common included the naken Hell's Kitchen chef, being photographed by Brady for a "job." I remember walking by and having to act, "okay" with it, like I do his obsession with football. Goo.

This is all....

"Wow"

So, I remembered a cute story of the beginning of "Brady and Laura."  If you are bitter towards sappy love memoirs, exit screen now... but stay tuned if you like to make fun of Brady. 

First of all, Brady and I dated for almost 3 months before he ever kissed me.  You may think this makes him a wimp, but really I wouldn't let him.  My face was always far, far and away on purpose.  I didn't know if I really liked him yet, and didn't want to lead him on... but wanted to make sure he knew I was still interested so I kept saying "yes" to the dates.

(Note: This is not typical for ladies to really mean this.  They are usually looking for free dinner or don't know how to let you down.  Just because you read this post, don't think that that hot girl you keep asking out who keeps saying yes but doesn't act like she likes you, will marry you someday.  I would hate to encourage that kind of behavior. It is creepy.)

Anyhooters, (that's from my sister), the first time Brady kissed me I had reached a point of, 

"Well, he will kiss me and I will really like it... and like him more... or he will kiss me and be TERRIBLE at it and it will be the biggest turn off and at least I will know to tell him bye-bye."

So it happened, the big smooch, and surprise, surprise... he was REALLY good!!!

(Sorry to siblings, cousins, parents, guy friends, whoever that just got this "gross" piece of information.)

After a moment of the lip-lock Brady pulled away, his eyes still closed and said, quite loudly, 

"WOW."

And went back in for another.

A moment later as I was reflecting on the magical moment, I commented something like, 

"So I was that good of a kisser huh? You had to say 'Wow?' "

And his response was, 

"Huh?"

He had no idea or recollection that he had stated this triumphant elation at all, or out loud.

Sometimes it is nice to reflect times like those, when he made me feel like a super-model.  

(Sometimes, he still does.)

food for thought

First of all, my apologies for no new posts in the past two weeks. School is back in and life is crazy again.

Yesterday as I waited in line to buy my Banquet Tv dinner at Albertson's, I noticed the lady in front of me and all the extravagant delicious groceries she was purchasing. Luscious apples, delectable pears, mangoes, grapes, wonderful cuts of beef, moist pastries of all sorts. As my mouth watered, my mind flashed forward to the future. I envisioned a life where my cuisine doesn't revolve around 'whatever's cheapest' and I may actually have the ability to eat what I'd like. No more budget meat, no more lean cuisine dinners. I may actually one day be able to afford to cook my own chicken, pasta, and delicious vegetables and wrap them into a delicious home cooked meal. No more Sam's choice sugar free apple juice, Dole 100% apple juice here I come. No more Dr. Thunder, Dr. Pepper here I come! Sushi will be more than a once a month all you can eat extravaganza. Ah yes, the future is mine as I won't always be a dead ass broke just married college student!

-by Brady

"Free" Day

There are a few things in life that are unfair, and it is part of life:

Be confident in yourself ... Be humble

Give money to the poor ... Don't give the bum money for his crack

Don't run faster than ye are able ... You can never give enough service

etc., etc.

And finally the two that have been driving me the most crazy lately and I will start with one that needs little discussion: 

Food that isn't good for you makes you feel sick after you eat it.

Brady and I have been trying to stick to the "Body For Life" diet for the last little bit, and it include a "free" day where you can literally eat as much and whatever you want.  7 Big Macs?  Sure.  And super size those please.

Today was one of those days, so of course, we went to the Golden Corral, glorious restaurant of dreams.  Its every dieters dream land, or candy land.

...For a gluttonous hour...

Then the pain beings.  Stomach cramps, grumpy

 mood, bloating, lack of energy, self-hate, a

nd the inevitable terrible rest of the day.  Was it worth it?  Is it worth it?  I'm starting to think not.  Maybe the occasional Snickers Bar, or the Western 6 Dollar Burger from Carl's Junior, but I think it is decided, no more feasts.

The second life contradiction that I face regards those that I call, "the skinnies." 

 You know them too.  They eat whatever they want, have a hard time gaining weight if they are trying to, and this often leads to a lack of interest in their food.

The reason that I am so "chewingly challenged" is because I have a hard time losing weight.  The only way that I can is to stick to a strict 1400 or less calorie intake a day, cardio exercise for 1-2 hours daily, and supplements to put the cherry on the top.

The just don't care, cause take it or leave it, food isn't a dramatic time for them, the skinnies, as it is for us, the chewingly challenged.

The less you care about food, the more control you have over it because it doesn't affect you.

Cruel cruel world.  Cruel cruel Golden Corral.