Information highway...

Username, password, huh? I just want to make a comment. I just want to buy those too cute mini Uggs. Why must I log-in or sign-up. Isn’t it suspicious? What do you do with my information on the Information Highway? Certainly my particulars resembles one of those triangular road construction signs blown over by the wind or slippery when wet notices. Why is my email address so important that I must navigate my way through your instructions only to receive that RED, STOP sign of an exclamation point warning me of my infraction? Just so you can sell me insurance to cover my identity theft in case of an accident! I thought I65 south through Williamson County during the five o’clock rush hour was bad. Now I need online support or an opinion forum just to order my shoes. I know your policy is not to share my junk, but it sure makes me feel like I’m riding alone in the HOV lane.

Celebrity

Celebrity, the gift we just keep giving. Why is it in our culture we love to elevate someone to the status of celebrity? We all do it. Just check the history on your teenagers computer and you will probably find the newest You Tube sensation. Williamson County is proud of their newest find. She is the Communications Director for the school system and has the arduous job of announcing school closings due to snow. Getting a highly anticipated phone call from this celeb creates a frenzy of cheers and text messages planning sledding excursions across the county.

On the national level we have the gift of the pro athlete. We are razzle-dazzled by their razzle-dazzle. Their accomplishments on the playing field become our accomplishments helping us believe that we can be like, ok, Mike, if we just do it! We are so giving we have even made a logo famous!

So whether you are a housewife, an airline employee, a mechanic, a chef, a person losing weight, a hairdresser, a doctor, or even a five year old beauty queen you better be ready for your close-up because we just can’t wait to make you the next best thing.

Whats your status....

What’s your status?

Can you believe she likes that?

That’s a thumbs-up in my opinion.

Well according to the latest news feed hamburgers were on the menu last night.

I can’t believe my 14 year old is now engaged.

Yes it snowed not just at my house, but even my friend’s house, I saw pictures.

Oh the fabulous world of Facebook friendships. What was once a social site for incoming college students has become an information pipeline for the “I wonder whatever happened to” “lets see what’s happening with” or “ I like “ computer crowd. We make friends by clicking a button foregoing that awkward personal introduction followed by conversation way of the past. Friendship is now easy, we can briefly read about someone’s day and feel connected even involved. I look forward to the newest pictures and updates even if I haven’t personally talked to my friend in years. The fact that I accepted their invitation to friendship or they accepted mine means we are friends. No small talk, no catch up, we just pick up were we left off even if we can’t remember where that was. My friend’s friends are now even my friends. It’s a virtual world of visibility and popularity that appeals to all ages. So thanks Facebook, this is great, right?

What the?

It’s raining birds and the “bomb is in the mail”! What is happening? Some would have us believe and there is a billboard in Brentwood to remind us, that the end is near. I don’t know, the way I was raised, that day is a big secret to us all. I do know that reading about these events can be unsettling. I mean, why are birds dying in droves? Fireworks, maybe, electric wires, I once had an owl die from landing on our transformer, so perhaps. What makes a person hate so much they would want to kill innocent people? That I can’t reason away because it’s so unreasonable. I guess there are some things in this world we just don’t have answers for. But isn’t that ok, I mean who really wants to know if pro sports on TV are rigged or what in the world Tiger was thinking!

Hey there indecency....

Hey there indecency what’s it like in Hollywood? Your 2,000 miles away and we can’t get rid of you…

From a region that has brought us such stellar entertainment as the Bachelor and A Shot of Love With Tila Tequila comes the news that the FCC is now powerless over banning bare buns on television. Because of declining ratings, there’s no question mainstream networks will now use the fanny factor to get their viewers back. Really? This too? Isn’t sitting through the Viagra commercials enough? Now Backsides ? Aren’t our cheeks blushing already? Apparently in its own language the FCC has stated that all nudity isn’t indecent. What about the ugly butts? The fallen, the dimpled, the fat! There is no limit as to what we will see flipping through the channels on our way to the OFF button… I swear its true…

Lingerie Football?

The “Brentwood Babes in Bras” vs. the Nashville Naughties in Nighties, really? Is that what we want to see on a Friday night, Lingerie Football? Do we hire a babysitter and liven up our date night? For those of us wives, mothers, girlfriends or even sisters, that squirm and tighten our tummies when the scantly dressed cheerleaders or ice girls burst out during game breaks, are we ready for this? Is that where we are as a culture? Do we have to play along? I can see the lingerie advertisements now. Pick-up line panties, grocery store garters, soccer game sexy babydolls. Think about it, no more standing in the closet wandering what to wear. Just put on your power push-up and you are ready to conquer the day. So maybe we should thank those brash brazen bra wearing athletes, for making our lives just a bit easier.