Why Obama Needs To Be President
Seriously. Can you even imagine the other candidates considering doing this for our country?
Obama 2008.
Seriously. Can you even imagine the other candidates considering doing this for our country?
Obama 2008.
Bonnie tagged me to tell about some of the more unimportant things about me.
I could go on for days talking about all of the things about me that are unimportant but I have to stick with 6.
Here are the rest of the rules:
Rules:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your blog entry.
5. Let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs.
Even though this won’t count as one of the unimportant things about me, it is in fact true and unimportant that a rarely follow all of the rules to these meme things. I’ll be following the first 3.
Six Staggeringly Unimportant Things About Me
1) I am adamant that everybody wears a seat belt in my car. I’m just not that good of a driver. However, I have a habit of not putting on my own seat belt until I start pulling out of my parking spot. It must be the daredevil in me.
2) I want to get rid of daylight savings. I just can’t be bothered running around changing the time on all of the clocks in the house twice a year.
3) I don’t understand how people spend so much time on their cell phones. I use probably an hour of cell phone minutes a month on a busy month. I prefer to sing loudly and off key or yell profanities at my fellow drivers instead of gluing the cell phone to my head.
4) I prefer cookies over ice cream. But if given the chance, I am perfectly happy eating both.
5) I have wanted my own personal laptop for years but am entirely too cheap to have actually purchased one yet. I’m going to change that in a month or so when I buy an Asus Eee PC thingamajiggy.
6) I am so in tune with my children that when I hear my son say, “Uh oh. Floor’s wet,” I know exactly what really happened and know to grab a clean change of pants and underwear if I see them on the way to the scene.
Wow. I’m worn out…no wait, bored with myself, after filtering through all of the unimportant things that are me and choosing the 6 winners.
I had absolutely no interest in the Super Bowl until a few days ago. I’m not really much of a pro football fan, can’t stand the constant commercials, and would rather watch a movie.
Then I heard that the New England Patriots filed for a trademark on the phrase 19-0 THE PERFECT SEASON.
All of the sudden I became a very big Giants fan only to have my dreams crushed with about 2 minutes left and then watched my new favorite last minute drive in the history of the NFL as the Giants came back to win the game in the end.
Congrats Giants.
Anyway, it annoys me to no end that organizations can trademark something so stupid. If they did something like 19-0 The Perfect Patriot’s Season, then that wouldn’t bug me. But something so generic shouldn’t be allowed.
I’m going to trademark something like, “Snow. It’s white” or “Air. I like it.”
So now, they filed for the trademark which doesn’t appear to actually be approved yet. What if they get the trademark and then Dallas or Miami goes undefeated and wins the Super Bowl at 19-0. They won’t be able to make the 19-0 THE PERFECT SEASON t-shirts without paying the Patriots who never even did it. Stupid.
I’m even annoyed now that I’ve been thinking about this for so long.
I was shoveling earlier today (and three times last night) and realized how nice it is when I am around the house when it snows so I can do little bits of it at a time and never have a ton to do at once.
Then tonight, I was working on writing something and wanted to get at least 250 words done. 250 words is virtually nothing when you think about it. It took like 15-20 minutes and I ended up with closer to 300.
Now writing a novel, that must really suck. But it sure is easy to crank out 250 words.

It seems like the Presidential election campaigning has been going on forever and we aren’t even through the primaries yet. Ugh.