What color is your Whine?

I was on the phone with my mom, going over the latest news....the celebrity deaths this week of Michael Jackson, Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett, as well as the newest friend findings on Facebook. I was trying to do something nice and maybe pick her up a bottle of wine as a little gift, just because. Or maybe for a future Sitting the Humanling favor. In gaging what she drinks, (lately I'm sure it is boxed white zinfindel), I asked her what color it was.

Me: What color is it?

Mom: I don't know. You think I would know from having it all the time.

Me: Well, is it pink?

Mom: The color pink?

{Silence}

Me: No. The number pink.


Just one of those ha ha mom moments. The woman who allowed me to watch the Excorcist when I was nine. Kids these days laugh at that movie like we laugh at the old Godzillas. Personally, I am spooked beyond the capacity of the strength of my heart at that movie. I can't even watch a commercial for it. All of my worst nightmares bear the mark of the unseen supernatural, maybe right behind a curtain so that the curtain gives it form, such as a hand thrusting out to grab me, when when the curtain is moved.....nothing is there.

On another note, I am not against people expressing their opinions. However, when it is just in mean spirit, it really isn't becoming. There have been some incredibly tasteless statements this week regarding the recent deaths. I'm all for dark humour...and there are ways of doing it. But severely kicking a person when they're gone (or as someone else pointed out, and they're right - alive) seems completely unnecessary. Whatever Michael Jackson may have done while alive, he has met his maker, its between them. When someone can show me the manual that we received on being perfect, sin-free humans, then we'll PDF it and pass it around. We'll create a Facebook group "Now You Have No Excuse". I don't condone anything that Michael was accused of at all and yeah, I wouldn't leave my child with a suspected child molester...I'd err on the side of caution but then again, I wouldn't leave my daughter with ANY male alone with a small number of exceptions. Not until she learns Tae Kwon Do and has an error rate of zero when kicking a target.

I highly doubt that anyone who reads this blog is a mean spirited person. I "know" some of you and you guys are just wonderful.

Well, as Saturday morning calls, it is time to clean and get the EPA off my back since one of the cats bombed the box again and the air is inhospitable in here.

A beautiful day to everyone!