Well there certainly is enough to comment on in the news lately, but most if not all the finger pointing is taking up front page space. Although I mentally make a list of topics for this blog, I really should write them down as I never seem to remember them when I finally block out time at the keyboard.
So today I've decided to rant a bit on sticker shock. Not the price of retail goods or cars or even groceries, but where manufacturers, drugstores, grocers, almost any retailer or wholesaler opts to place a price sticker on an object.
This sticky tactic first came to light for me when I realized that the drugstore that I occassionaly used as a quick shop pick up, knowing full well I would be spending more money there, opted to start putting the price sticker on over an important part of the "directions for use". Now obviously some things we already know how to use, but there are times when we would like to reinforce this knowledge as ingredients do change as does how to use a product.
Not only does the offending drugstore employ bad placement but uses a sticker that defies removal without destroying the label beneath it. We should all have access to such adhesive. It could be used to mend everything from a broken piece of china, to patching a hole in a bike tire.
It is science at it's finest.
Then there is the bagged product, an ice scoop I purchased yesterday at a restaurant supply store. It was protected by a fine plastic bag. Was the price sticker on the bag? Nope. It was firmly adhered to the heavy aluminum scoop itself, defying any normal attempts to remove it without leaving the inevitable sticky substance behind. Now had I been at home I would have used any number of sticky removal tricks, but I was not, and so soaked it with soap and proceeded to scrape away the residue as best I could rinsing it many times over in the process. All the while wondering who had the idea that the sticker would best be placed on the scoop and not the bag.
Lets talk about plates or cups or glasses. Seems to me that the perfect area to place a price sticker on the aforementioned items is on the bottom of such an item. But noooo...I think major and not so major retailers train their staff to adhere those offensive little squares on used areas only. They must feel that we need the challenge of scraping off the stinky stickers, before we can wash them and use them. Goo gone has become a staple in my household, but then requires an open window as well as a double wash to remove that residue.
Now the final pet peeve of mine doesn't really fall into the category of stickers, but printed dates and information on plastic bags that keep our breads, rolls and other items fresh. If the use by date is stamped on a bag, why would not the manufacturer place a date where we could actually read it. Instead I have been noting that more often than not, this special little code that lets us know if the bread will make it through the week without turning a lovely color of blue, is placed in an area of the bag which makes it virtually impossible to see. I am then forced to go through the shelf until I find one that is legible and meets my requirements of purchase.
So that's that. Not earth shattering by any means, and in the grand scheme of what is happening in our country right now, truly way, way, way down on the list. Isn't it the little things that irk us, that truly make or break our day. We cannot do anything about grown elected officials who seem to be having issues playing nice with each other, and therefore causing more mayhem, at least until the next election. Perhaps we can make our daily life a little better by a well written email complaint, or a call to a store. A little reminder that there are a whole lot of places to shop and perhaps we will start buying the products or using the stores that make it easier for the comsumer. Now where is my list.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Ride is Chosen
This is an update on the replacement issue on a new/old set of wheels for my youngest daughter.
Turns out that after much searching, researching, kicking tires, and test drives, the decision reached turned out not to buy a car. Thus was the text I received, late this afternoon, after mounting yet another internet search for a car to replace the last lost to lightning.
What...what...no car. This just wouldn't do, and I expressed my displeasure through a return text. There has to be a car. What could he be thinking, plans were for her to take the car to school to enable ease of coming home, without someone to retrieve her.
Perhaps our heat wave has worn down the effort, but I was determined before the week ended we would at least have a line on a vehicle.
As I prepared my argument, and settled in the shady, yet still hot lawn chair, I listened to the decision. Before I could even present my opinion, a lovely little new car pulled into the parking spot, driven by my smiling daughter.
Seems as though after much forethought about repairs possible with an older vehicle, and being five hours away, the decision was reached to not buy a car but lease one instead. Any repairs would be covered, the gas savings would be substantial, and the warranty was great. After I thought about the choice, I could see how this would be a reasonable conclusion.
A new car, perhaps a little smaller than she had hoped for, but with enough style and bells and whistles to satisfy my tech savy kid.
So although I would preferred an older prepaid car, guess the payments will do and we can decide in three years whether we want to keep the car or find another.
So no true lies where thrust my way, we did not buy a car, but leased a new one. Thus the search has ended and we can now move on. Thank goodness.
Turns out that after much searching, researching, kicking tires, and test drives, the decision reached turned out not to buy a car. Thus was the text I received, late this afternoon, after mounting yet another internet search for a car to replace the last lost to lightning.
What...what...no car. This just wouldn't do, and I expressed my displeasure through a return text. There has to be a car. What could he be thinking, plans were for her to take the car to school to enable ease of coming home, without someone to retrieve her.
Perhaps our heat wave has worn down the effort, but I was determined before the week ended we would at least have a line on a vehicle.
As I prepared my argument, and settled in the shady, yet still hot lawn chair, I listened to the decision. Before I could even present my opinion, a lovely little new car pulled into the parking spot, driven by my smiling daughter.
Seems as though after much forethought about repairs possible with an older vehicle, and being five hours away, the decision was reached to not buy a car but lease one instead. Any repairs would be covered, the gas savings would be substantial, and the warranty was great. After I thought about the choice, I could see how this would be a reasonable conclusion.
A new car, perhaps a little smaller than she had hoped for, but with enough style and bells and whistles to satisfy my tech savy kid.
So although I would preferred an older prepaid car, guess the payments will do and we can decide in three years whether we want to keep the car or find another.
So no true lies where thrust my way, we did not buy a car, but leased a new one. Thus the search has ended and we can now move on. Thank goodness.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Looking for a new ride
This must be the time of year when new car models are starting to roll out on the lot, and car sales fill the want ads of the local paper, and television commercials extol the value of auto shopping at Uncle Henry's Wheels for less automart. Then lest we forget the articles on line, opening our minds up to "The Ten Best Cars to Buy" and still have money for food.
I normally wouldn't pay any attention to this as car shopping is as rare here as a day off, but we just happen to be in the market for new wheels for my youngest daughter. Well new older wheels.
Her last car, a hand me down from her older sister was hit by a school bus and then one of our many deer in the area decided to give it up on the front of her car less than a mile from our home. Since the car seems to have a large bullseye, invisible to the naked eye painted on it, and she needed a reliable car to travel to work, and drive to friends houses, movies, and places eighteen year old girls travel, it seemed prudent to look for a newer old car.
Right around her high school graduation, her father took her out on what we will refer to as the GREAT CAR SEARCH. Amazing as it sounds she got a car within a few days, one that I would have liked to own myself, and one that she never expected to get until she graduated college, and had a job for a while.
Her father seemed to have a weak moment, and she became the proud owner of a nine year old Volvo SUV. What a smart buy except for the price, the gas mileage, and the fact the vehicle had three rows of seats. But she loved the car, note the word loved. After owning this dream ride for a total of two days, we left town for three, leaving her precious set of wheels in the capable hands of her father to be taken back to the lot to have a few things tweaked.
Before the aforementioned vehicle could return, our area had a set of thunderstorms. Here comes the target thing back to haunt us. Mother Nature decided to lay down a bolt of energy, which hit our well, disabled the brain module in the car, and disable some phone lines. In the big scheme of things we are grateful our home wasn't hit.
Well as the title of this blog infers, the car was deemed unfixable within the budget for the insurance company, and car number two was totaled.
So the car hunt resumes. Should it be an suv, a sedan or my choice, a small efficient car with a low repair rate?
I am nothing if not sensible.
Car lots, internet searches, still not a car that will satisfy budget as well as criteria that my daughter has deemed as important. I have noticed as the search continues, her criteria has been adjusted somewhat. Now she just wants a car and soon. Her summer is slipping away and without her own set of wheels, there are few mall visits, or even a day at the beach.
So we continue to look, and we will step up the search.
Wish us luck as we look for a new ride.
I normally wouldn't pay any attention to this as car shopping is as rare here as a day off, but we just happen to be in the market for new wheels for my youngest daughter. Well new older wheels.
Her last car, a hand me down from her older sister was hit by a school bus and then one of our many deer in the area decided to give it up on the front of her car less than a mile from our home. Since the car seems to have a large bullseye, invisible to the naked eye painted on it, and she needed a reliable car to travel to work, and drive to friends houses, movies, and places eighteen year old girls travel, it seemed prudent to look for a newer old car.
Right around her high school graduation, her father took her out on what we will refer to as the GREAT CAR SEARCH. Amazing as it sounds she got a car within a few days, one that I would have liked to own myself, and one that she never expected to get until she graduated college, and had a job for a while.
Her father seemed to have a weak moment, and she became the proud owner of a nine year old Volvo SUV. What a smart buy except for the price, the gas mileage, and the fact the vehicle had three rows of seats. But she loved the car, note the word loved. After owning this dream ride for a total of two days, we left town for three, leaving her precious set of wheels in the capable hands of her father to be taken back to the lot to have a few things tweaked.
Before the aforementioned vehicle could return, our area had a set of thunderstorms. Here comes the target thing back to haunt us. Mother Nature decided to lay down a bolt of energy, which hit our well, disabled the brain module in the car, and disable some phone lines. In the big scheme of things we are grateful our home wasn't hit.
Well as the title of this blog infers, the car was deemed unfixable within the budget for the insurance company, and car number two was totaled.
So the car hunt resumes. Should it be an suv, a sedan or my choice, a small efficient car with a low repair rate?
I am nothing if not sensible.
Car lots, internet searches, still not a car that will satisfy budget as well as criteria that my daughter has deemed as important. I have noticed as the search continues, her criteria has been adjusted somewhat. Now she just wants a car and soon. Her summer is slipping away and without her own set of wheels, there are few mall visits, or even a day at the beach.
So we continue to look, and we will step up the search.
Wish us luck as we look for a new ride.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Not so quiet please.
I read a curious article today. Seems that the powers that decide this stuff, decided that hybrid cars are too quiet. Yes you read that correctly.
They are too quiet. Supposedly they pose a risk to pedestrians who may not hear a car coming.
So they are giving the manufacturers about a half dozen years or so to make them noisier.
We are bombarded by noise everwhere we go. From the boom..boom..boom of speedy cars driven by teens (how do they afford these by the way?), to the screeching of tires, the incessant honking of horns, siren, bus brakes. Very hard not to be bombarded by noise in some form or another everyday.
So what is bad about quiet, clean efficient vehicles? Are we as pedestrians so unaware of our surroundings that we have stopped looking when we cross the street, depending on the car with the dragging muffler to alert us that it is approaching?
Hopefully those with sounder judgement will review this new idea and find it to be faulty.
After all the blind don't see any cars coming but I am sure that most will hear the hum of the hybrid. The deaf don't hear anything, but will surely see the approaching cars.
Maybe we should all just listen and look, and the auto manufacturers can continue what they should be doing, building solid, sound, fuel efficient vehicles to take us from point A to point B.
Heck everyone I see have headphones on anyway, they are not hearing anything outside of those tiny outside sound blocking ear plugs. Let's just hope that they are looking.
They are too quiet. Supposedly they pose a risk to pedestrians who may not hear a car coming.
So they are giving the manufacturers about a half dozen years or so to make them noisier.
We are bombarded by noise everwhere we go. From the boom..boom..boom of speedy cars driven by teens (how do they afford these by the way?), to the screeching of tires, the incessant honking of horns, siren, bus brakes. Very hard not to be bombarded by noise in some form or another everyday.
So what is bad about quiet, clean efficient vehicles? Are we as pedestrians so unaware of our surroundings that we have stopped looking when we cross the street, depending on the car with the dragging muffler to alert us that it is approaching?
Hopefully those with sounder judgement will review this new idea and find it to be faulty.
After all the blind don't see any cars coming but I am sure that most will hear the hum of the hybrid. The deaf don't hear anything, but will surely see the approaching cars.
Maybe we should all just listen and look, and the auto manufacturers can continue what they should be doing, building solid, sound, fuel efficient vehicles to take us from point A to point B.
Heck everyone I see have headphones on anyway, they are not hearing anything outside of those tiny outside sound blocking ear plugs. Let's just hope that they are looking.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
College visit -an orientation
So we are back from my youngest daughter's college orientation, and placement testing. It was a long two days but a necessary trip.
Seems as the college she has opted to attend insists on these visits by incoming freshmen. I know that she had stress, but all seems to have gone well, and her classes are scheduled, and now we have two months to finish all the necessary paperwork and prep work that we do for our children as they make the leap into adulthood. It does make me feel better that her older sister is working in the small town this large university consumes over the school year.
My youngest will still be a state away in just two months. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this, but I have faith that she will try to make the best of her opportunity. She understands that the next four years will provide her with income potential, and this above all drives her.
I guess I am feeling as though part of my role as her mother is leaving now. I have never been a helicopter parent, chosing instead to allow my girls to make their own decisions, right or wrong, knowing that I have tried my best to instill the basics of being a good human being.
I also know at times I could have been a better parent, a better mom. Hindsight is just that, looking back cannot change how our children view the world.
I know from experience that we make our own way, and hopefully we will be happy with the path we choose. If we aren't I can only hope that they both realize that there are other options.
So in two short months I will be finishing the prep work and giving a hug, and driving five hours away. At this moment, I'm feeling okay, hopefully in two months I'll be feeling the same way.
Seems as the college she has opted to attend insists on these visits by incoming freshmen. I know that she had stress, but all seems to have gone well, and her classes are scheduled, and now we have two months to finish all the necessary paperwork and prep work that we do for our children as they make the leap into adulthood. It does make me feel better that her older sister is working in the small town this large university consumes over the school year.
My youngest will still be a state away in just two months. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this, but I have faith that she will try to make the best of her opportunity. She understands that the next four years will provide her with income potential, and this above all drives her.
I guess I am feeling as though part of my role as her mother is leaving now. I have never been a helicopter parent, chosing instead to allow my girls to make their own decisions, right or wrong, knowing that I have tried my best to instill the basics of being a good human being.
I also know at times I could have been a better parent, a better mom. Hindsight is just that, looking back cannot change how our children view the world.
I know from experience that we make our own way, and hopefully we will be happy with the path we choose. If we aren't I can only hope that they both realize that there are other options.
So in two short months I will be finishing the prep work and giving a hug, and driving five hours away. At this moment, I'm feeling okay, hopefully in two months I'll be feeling the same way.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
What happened to manners?
Today I attended my youngest daughter's graduation from high school. It was a morning commencement ceremony as the original date was postponed due to the threat of rain. Turns out I liked it as much as the the evening commencement my oldest daughter had in 2005.
Unfortunately the same thing happened this year as six years ago. I am referring to the families and friends of the graduates in the stands.
When did it become okay for audiences to talk through speeches, or the announcement of names in the graduating class?
When did it become okay to stand up and stretch blocking the view of those behind you?
When did it become okay to cheer and yell so loud and long, complete with airhorns, so that the other families cannot hear their graduates names being called?
I noticed this issue years ago at a talent show at a grade school. This continued through almost all school activities I attended.
Parents, who should know better, for whatever reason feel the need to talk to their neighbors during the entire show or meeting.
Is it any wonder teachers or instructors have a problem with kids sitting quietly in their seats, and listening to the lesson. They are not learning this important skill at home.
There is a time and a place for everything.
Talking through a movie, or a play, or a commencement ceremony is not acceptable behaviour.
Like the shoppers with an earpiece in their ear, talking to whoever is on the other end, totally clueless that the other shoppers around them don't really need to hear about the woes of the speakers private life that they feel obligated to share.
What concerns me the most is the fact that these offenders seem to be clueless...they will never change.
We seem to be living in a society that accepts this, and I am deeply saddened by the fact that there is a whole big group of folks out there who never learned that sometimes you just need to sit and listen. I learned this as a child, as my children did.
How did they miss this important part of growing up?
Unfortunately the same thing happened this year as six years ago. I am referring to the families and friends of the graduates in the stands.
When did it become okay for audiences to talk through speeches, or the announcement of names in the graduating class?
When did it become okay to stand up and stretch blocking the view of those behind you?
When did it become okay to cheer and yell so loud and long, complete with airhorns, so that the other families cannot hear their graduates names being called?
I noticed this issue years ago at a talent show at a grade school. This continued through almost all school activities I attended.
Parents, who should know better, for whatever reason feel the need to talk to their neighbors during the entire show or meeting.
Is it any wonder teachers or instructors have a problem with kids sitting quietly in their seats, and listening to the lesson. They are not learning this important skill at home.
There is a time and a place for everything.
Talking through a movie, or a play, or a commencement ceremony is not acceptable behaviour.
Like the shoppers with an earpiece in their ear, talking to whoever is on the other end, totally clueless that the other shoppers around them don't really need to hear about the woes of the speakers private life that they feel obligated to share.
What concerns me the most is the fact that these offenders seem to be clueless...they will never change.
We seem to be living in a society that accepts this, and I am deeply saddened by the fact that there is a whole big group of folks out there who never learned that sometimes you just need to sit and listen. I learned this as a child, as my children did.
How did they miss this important part of growing up?
Thursday, June 9, 2011
My front page news
Today my youngest child, my daughter I had eighteen plus years ago came home with her graduation gear. White robe, and mortarboard and all at once it occurred to me that my baby wasn't such a baby anymore but a young woman who was about to embark on the next chapter of her life.
Lately I have found my thoughts going back through the memorable moments of the past 23 and a half years. Good and bad. My oldest daughter is 23 and starting her own new chapter. The fact that she is so happy, makes me happy, and I wish her always the happiness she feels today. I try to restrain from offering unsolicited advice, not always so sucessful doing that but I am trying.
My youngest however is a bird of a different color. Two children who could not be more different. She has gone from stage to stage, sometimes abruptly, sometimes without notice finding her own way. She is straightforward and brutally honest. No grays in these thought processes.
I am as proud of her as I am her older sister.
It's often hard for a parent not to compare their children, but doing so often raises rivalry that is not necessary.
I was an older mom when I had my youngest daughter, and she has had to grow up with the knowledge that some people probably thought I was her grandmother instead of her mom. She dealt with it as well as the few bad habits I have retained for years. She is not happy about them, and is vocal at times, but the spotlight isn't on them constantly, and I thank her for that.
She is smart and talented, and a fierce friend, but a stinging enemy. She is one tough young woman.
I want to tell her as she prepares for college what she might expect, but she would remind me that I did not go to college, and not really basing any of my advice on first hand knowledge.
There are times when I feel that maybe I could have been a better parent, maybe we all have those thoughts. I believe in children finding their own way, making mistakes, and fixing them, and learning to prepare for adulthood. Self sufficient, making their own way, having their own lives, were all part of the parenting plan.
I was honest with them, though wishing at times we could have offered them better.
When we couldn't afford something I said so, no beating around the bush pretending we had more than we had.
No disneyworlds or true vacations.
But my daughter knows the value of a dollar, and knows that college loans are hers to repay unless we win the lottery. This of course doesn't stop her for asking for the occaional overpriced item, but at the same time is no stranger to a sale rack.
So in one week I will dab my eyes, and wonder how the time flew by. Then the prep for college begins..and I will reserve my other tears for August.
Lately I have found my thoughts going back through the memorable moments of the past 23 and a half years. Good and bad. My oldest daughter is 23 and starting her own new chapter. The fact that she is so happy, makes me happy, and I wish her always the happiness she feels today. I try to restrain from offering unsolicited advice, not always so sucessful doing that but I am trying.
My youngest however is a bird of a different color. Two children who could not be more different. She has gone from stage to stage, sometimes abruptly, sometimes without notice finding her own way. She is straightforward and brutally honest. No grays in these thought processes.
I am as proud of her as I am her older sister.
It's often hard for a parent not to compare their children, but doing so often raises rivalry that is not necessary.
I was an older mom when I had my youngest daughter, and she has had to grow up with the knowledge that some people probably thought I was her grandmother instead of her mom. She dealt with it as well as the few bad habits I have retained for years. She is not happy about them, and is vocal at times, but the spotlight isn't on them constantly, and I thank her for that.
She is smart and talented, and a fierce friend, but a stinging enemy. She is one tough young woman.
I want to tell her as she prepares for college what she might expect, but she would remind me that I did not go to college, and not really basing any of my advice on first hand knowledge.
There are times when I feel that maybe I could have been a better parent, maybe we all have those thoughts. I believe in children finding their own way, making mistakes, and fixing them, and learning to prepare for adulthood. Self sufficient, making their own way, having their own lives, were all part of the parenting plan.
I was honest with them, though wishing at times we could have offered them better.
When we couldn't afford something I said so, no beating around the bush pretending we had more than we had.
No disneyworlds or true vacations.
But my daughter knows the value of a dollar, and knows that college loans are hers to repay unless we win the lottery. This of course doesn't stop her for asking for the occaional overpriced item, but at the same time is no stranger to a sale rack.
So in one week I will dab my eyes, and wonder how the time flew by. Then the prep for college begins..and I will reserve my other tears for August.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Teachers, teachers everywhere and not a class to teach
Here in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, school districts are preparing for cuts in state funding at all levels, including the university system.
What this means is that school districts are looking to save money so that the state of education can continue as is.
But the cuts are being taken on the backs of our teachers and our children.
Hundreds of teachers in our immediate area are being furloughed, staff as well, and now in one all assistant varsity coaches have been handed a pink slip.
Classes are being eliminated, as well.
Electives in one school district took a dire hit, teachers in others have agreed to a pay freeze, and as administration the highest paid employees on the totem pole have agreed not to take their raises.
All this due to the deficit our state is facing along with some other states.
Here we have an unusual situation. Pennsylvania happens to the be the land of the greatest gas rush since the California Gold Rush. Drillers of this commodity are coming in droves, and yet are not taxed one cent.
They are destroying our forests, and tainting our water supplies and yet not one cent is being paid in taxes or fees for the trouble.
So who gets the ax to help balance the budget.
Teachers, school districts, and upper education.
Welfare, health benefits for the those who need them the most are being slashed or eliminated.
What is answer, what does our present governor owe this group who financed his campaign.? Why aren't there more answers being given?
So many questions and so few answers.
What this means is that school districts are looking to save money so that the state of education can continue as is.
But the cuts are being taken on the backs of our teachers and our children.
Hundreds of teachers in our immediate area are being furloughed, staff as well, and now in one all assistant varsity coaches have been handed a pink slip.
Classes are being eliminated, as well.
Electives in one school district took a dire hit, teachers in others have agreed to a pay freeze, and as administration the highest paid employees on the totem pole have agreed not to take their raises.
All this due to the deficit our state is facing along with some other states.
Here we have an unusual situation. Pennsylvania happens to the be the land of the greatest gas rush since the California Gold Rush. Drillers of this commodity are coming in droves, and yet are not taxed one cent.
They are destroying our forests, and tainting our water supplies and yet not one cent is being paid in taxes or fees for the trouble.
So who gets the ax to help balance the budget.
Teachers, school districts, and upper education.
Welfare, health benefits for the those who need them the most are being slashed or eliminated.
What is answer, what does our present governor owe this group who financed his campaign.? Why aren't there more answers being given?
So many questions and so few answers.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Celebrity Politicians
Today I perused a recap of the past few weeks news that has hogged the headlines.
A particular one caught my attention as it was about yet another philandering public official who was once an actor, and then a governor,and was found to have at least one child with a house staff member, meaning he was screwing the maid or the nanny, and gee whiz got caught.
Since I filed this under the category as not my business and it has little to do with anything of any great importance, I do not know the details. Guess what? I do not care to know the details. I wonder when the American public decided that they have the right to know every personal detail of anyone elses lives?
Unless it has to do with National Security, or raising taxes, or somehow actually affects me personally, I am a believer in the theory that there are some things that should remain behind closed doors. Personal lives and issues are just that...personal.
I believe in the TMI or too much information. Sure I feel bad for the insanely well off and famous wife of this cheater, but hey, it's her business. I do not need to know how it happen in minute detail, or why she didn't realize that it was happening under her roof, or that the child conceived bore a striking resemblance to her soon to be ex husband. Not my business.
Yet private lives of the famous and not so famous are thrown at us on the internet, on front pages of less than reputable newspapers, and those all so reliable so called magazines that assualt us at the grocery checkout.
Not my business and I don't care.
I do care that if these so called adults have trouble managing their private lives, why were they elected in the first place. Even the most upright, and ethical politicians seem to be in the position of being caught with their pants down. Is there something in the water, or did they just hide this personal flaw until their public lives became everyones business.
If they can't help themselves perhaps they could practice a little discretion. And I could then concentrate on more important things like the picture blog of a dog going from a puppy to a year old dog. Well maybe not.
A particular one caught my attention as it was about yet another philandering public official who was once an actor, and then a governor,and was found to have at least one child with a house staff member, meaning he was screwing the maid or the nanny, and gee whiz got caught.
Since I filed this under the category as not my business and it has little to do with anything of any great importance, I do not know the details. Guess what? I do not care to know the details. I wonder when the American public decided that they have the right to know every personal detail of anyone elses lives?
Unless it has to do with National Security, or raising taxes, or somehow actually affects me personally, I am a believer in the theory that there are some things that should remain behind closed doors. Personal lives and issues are just that...personal.
I believe in the TMI or too much information. Sure I feel bad for the insanely well off and famous wife of this cheater, but hey, it's her business. I do not need to know how it happen in minute detail, or why she didn't realize that it was happening under her roof, or that the child conceived bore a striking resemblance to her soon to be ex husband. Not my business.
Yet private lives of the famous and not so famous are thrown at us on the internet, on front pages of less than reputable newspapers, and those all so reliable so called magazines that assualt us at the grocery checkout.
Not my business and I don't care.
I do care that if these so called adults have trouble managing their private lives, why were they elected in the first place. Even the most upright, and ethical politicians seem to be in the position of being caught with their pants down. Is there something in the water, or did they just hide this personal flaw until their public lives became everyones business.
If they can't help themselves perhaps they could practice a little discretion. And I could then concentrate on more important things like the picture blog of a dog going from a puppy to a year old dog. Well maybe not.
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