NO MORE HONEY BOO BOO.....PLEASE!

A few days a go I was watching TV and came across  something that was unbelievable. Apparently it is a very popular show about a chubby little girl named Honey Boo Boo and her obese family members.It started with family members weighing in at 370 pounds or more.Everyone seemed very happy as they were laughing their heads off (probably because nitwits watch their show every week). A couple of minutes into the show a huge woman started to talk about the amount of gas passed within the family.She was hysterical because one of her favorite pastimes was to pass gas in an elevator and get off at the second floor, thus leaving the other passengers to choke to death before arriving at their destination.Talk about fun! She was really having a great time just thinking about it.She did not use the term 'passing gas' however. The initial on the picture will fill you in as to the word she used.And she used it many, many times.
We've come along way since the days of innocence, morality and simple consideration of other people,  but the more of these shows people watch, the more they are accepted by the general population as being hilarious.Rolls of fat are not funny. and to have this little girl in the middle of it all is disgraceful. She will grow to be as obese as her other family members and will pass gas whenever she feels like it. Honey Boo Boo is not a cute little Shirley Temple-ish girl who can sing and dance. She is an overweight child who is being raised in a terrible environment...and millions of people watch this and cheer. To think that she is 'cute' is a real stretch of the imagination. It seems that TV is obsessed with hoarders, fat people and violence. What a shame this is when the medium could do so much good. But we've gone way past that and we now wallow in this type of mental sludge that is presented as entertainment for the masses.
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From "Doggerel", c 2000 Anya Laurence
The Great Dane

The King of the bow wows...the Dane
Is regal, imposing and vain.
When he's old and weak
And past his peak
He'll strut with monocle and cane.

Until next time, when I will write about more earth-shaking events, keep cool!

EXCITEMENT,EXCITEMENT, AND MORE EXCITEMENT!!!!!

I am so excited this week that I hardly know where to begin. Emotions have been at a high and there's just so much to talk about. Yes, you guessed it. The Kardashians again. Kim had a baby girl a couple of weeks ago. Her live-in (and the suspected father of the child), Kanye West, brought me to tears when I found out that he had actually proposed to Kim a few days after the birth!!! And to top it off, they named the dear little thing North. Thus, when mom and dad get married the child's name will be North West.I once saw a movie called "North by North-West." I think it starred Cary Grant.Anyway, to get on with the drama, mother Kris Jenner (Bruce Jenner's third wife) is going to have her own TV talk show.When I heard that I was absolutely delirious with joy.However, that was soon ruined by the vicious rumor that Kris and  Bruce are on the edge of divorce.This can't be true with such a perfect family. Tune in next time when I will give you the latest on the K's. I am addicted, I fear.

WE ARE MOVING!
Yes, the Rev'd and I will be taking off for Windsor, Ontario, where Andreas will become Rector of St.Matthew's Anglican Church. He begins there on September 15, and we are truly looking forward to the move.We have enjoyed our three years at Lucan and Clandeboye but it is time for a change for all concerned. The house has been up for sale for a week and we have had 4 showings and one offer.It is a bit of a strain to always be at the mercy of a realtor, but we have the best in St.Marys and she is a delight to work with. I will keep you posted on this too. In the meantime, keep well and happy.
Adios!
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From Doggerel. c 2000 Anya Laurence

The Scottie

Scottie, Scottie, trim and nifty...

Are ye careful-are ye thrifty?

Will ye mate soon with a cairn

And end up with a mixed-breed bairn?

Until next time. Anya

GUYS, BABY BUMPS and THE KARDASHIANS

Hi there! I am on another rant this week.Please bear with me and next time I will be more placid.

                                                                      These are guys.

In my last blog I told you I would write about unspeakable things so here goes.
Do all restaurants train their wait staff to call everyone "guys?" The next time I hear it I will leave the restaurant after telling the manager why. Are people really that stupid that they don't say anything to people who address them as guys? A young woman is NOT a guy. An elderly gentleman is NOT a guy. Smarten up.

The next unspeakable thing is the term "baby bump." What jackass came up with that? Leave pregnant women alone. They are not going around showing people their "baby bump." In fact, they usually like to
hide their pregnancy as long as possible.Everywhere you look these days you are confronted by that idiotic
label.Even royalty is not immune to this stupidity. Get a life.


 Baby bump.



But the last, and possibly the most unspeakable of all is the Kardashian family. These three girls (and sometimes their mother) are really over the top when it comes to self-promotion. I am not aware of any special talent that any one of them might possess, unless it is posing in exotic clothes, getting married and divorced or pushing their line of tanning gel called "Glow." They all speak so lovingly about this product that
one wonders if they take it to bed at night. They promise you will look ten pounds lighter if you have a tan; men will flock to your side if you use their product and you will feel very feminine after using Glow. Shameless self-promotion? You bet! But this gaggle of untalented gals (or guys) makes millions. Enough!
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 From "Doggerel" c 2000 Anya Laurence

Dalmatian, what to call you
With your coat suffused with dot?
Not Prince or Pal or Fido...
We'll just have to call you Spot.

Please come back in two weeks when I will be writing about more terribly important things!