I Need a New News Source.

So you know in the past I've been a big fan of the CNN. Of course, since my husband Anderson works there, I'm kind of fond of it. But seriously, their website is starting to suck. Or beyond starting. They have so many stupid teaser headlines, and too much of their "news" seems to have to do with celebrities and gossip about people. Blech. I am trying to de-gossip my life. I have freed myself of certain celebrity gossip sites. I realized a year or two ago that more often than not the person doing the gossiping was more just enraging me for the way they would say mean and hurtful things and dehumanize celebrities, and that was called entertainment. Um, not really very entertaining to me. These are people. With really screwed up lives. That kind of makes me sad. We should not encourage or mock. They need help. And possibly medication. At least the ones they were mocking most.

So where might one go for news online now? I need me some good, solid news. And not all left leaning or right leaning. Just some nice meaty journalism and stuff that makes me think and want to say things and do stuff! Is there such a thing? Am I delusional?

Goals for My New Place

I feel like this is a new beginning in many ways for me. So since I'm all starting over, I am going to set some goals. That I might possibly remember after I click on "publish post." We shall see.

1. Know at least one neighbor. This shouldn't be hard, considering we all share a laundry room. And I have a feeling at least one of 'em's gotta be Mormon. We'll see. At my current residence, I used to know a neighbor, but the ones here now are all stuffy and unapproachable. I'm just saying.

2. Walk places more. Also should work for me, since there are stores and bus stops and stuff fairly near to me. I think the library might even be less than a mile.

3. Cook more things. I'm going to start watching this site more. And cooking things. Like for dinner, and for lunch the next day, and possibly dessert items to bribe people.

4. Read More. I have too many books that I just packed that I haven't read. Or haven't finished reading. Slacker me.

5. Decorate My Place with All My Own Stuff. Woo!

I'm Moving.

It's true, I'm moving. I'm very excited about where I am moving to. I'm not telling you on here, though. It's a secret. Unless you are my MyFace friend, in which case it's not a secret to you or 201 other people (crazy, right?? I had no intention of letting it get so out of control). But I considered the important things in planning this move:

1. Is it closer to work, thereby saving me time, money and I'm sure other things? Yes.

2. Is it close (within walking distance even) to grocery stores, restaurants, a park, my church building, and other important things? Yes.

3. Does it increase the amount of time it would take me to go see Big Sis, Little Man, Little Brother, and Sweet Pea (hereby dubbed)? No. That was key.

4. Does it skeeve me out to be in the apartment, neighborhood, etc? No. Score.

5. Is there an in-unit washer/dryer? No. Dangit. I guess there had to be some kind of downer here.

6. Am I close to friends? Yes. Score. Although few of you are going to need to move further north to accommodate me. Or West, as the case may be. A-HEM. *cough*Alice*cough*

If you Aim that Grassroots at Me One More Time...

There are certain things that irritate me. I know that statement in itself shocks you. But with this lovely election season upon us, I've been noticing people dropping grassroots in at every possible opportunity. Um, really? REALLY?? It's grassroots? Which is why you have a nationally aired commercial? Wow, those are some rich roots you are pulling from. Because if understand correctly, grassroots means it starts with the people in local communities, blah blah blah. So really, all kinds of crazy causes could be "grassroots" efforts. That doesn't mean they are not CRAZY. And it troubles me that possibly someone might vote for something based on that word. You could probably call the American Revolution a grassroots thing. And, you know, that turned out kind of good. But, um, you could also call certain racist groups with silly titles and costumes grassroots, because they probably started small with just a few idiots and grew from there. So, could we stop with the grassroots? That term kind of irritates me. It's a little too... not grassroots. Commercial and stupid.

Ma List.

I've been thinking about my bucket list. And coincidentally, I saw a post on MyFace today that was a tad bit perplexing to me. How can you "stop by" England for two days and then cross it off your bucket list? If one of those days is the day you arrive, you really are losing a bit of that day, so you really only have like a day and a half. Plus if you leave the next day, you lose time. So you really only have 24 hours. Um, what exactly are you doing out of this? Now, I have travel on my bucket list. But seriously? I haven't lived until I've seen a few streets in England? Um, that's just silly. I went to London for about 2 days, and Paris for about 3, and I got just enough of a taste of them to put going back long enough to do some stuff on my bucket list.

I did the whole see the crown jewels/Tower of London/London Bridge thing while I was in London I went to Herrods. I rode the double decker (tourist) bus. Saw Buckingham Palace and the changing of the guard. And I believe I had fish and chips at one point. But I did NOT get to go to Bathe, and see the Jane Austen museum, and run about the streets of Bathe in mocking of the terrible 2008 rendition of Persuasion. Also I didn't get to go wherever it is all my ancestors came from. I want to figure that out and go there. Go see the ol' homestead or whatnot.

I did the whole Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Louvre thing. But I didn't get to sit at a cafe and watch all the parisian-ness go on. And I feel like i should have had more French food instead of just tourist food. So, yeah, France is still totally on my bucket list. Also I could get all down on the homestead there, too.

Basically I will always have travel on the bucket list. I will never finish it. I better hurry up and get independently wealthy.

Two Words Not to Call Me.

I have discovered that there a few words that I really don't enjoy having label me.

1. Emotional. I AM NOT EMOTIONAL. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT. I THOUGHT YOU KNEW ME, BUT CLEARLY YOU DON'T. STOP LOOKING AT ME. I'M NOT CRYING.

2. Different. Read: Mormon. As in, I didn't invite you to my birthday party because you are different than all my other friends. Okay, I don't completely hate that word, because I suppose it is true. But I hate it when people use it as an excuse for leaving me out.