Cache Me If You Can!

Somehow, it is Thanksgiving time again. I feel like I have barely had time to digest last year's bird and here we are again, ready to fill our gullets with more delicious food with those we love. Not such a bad gig, I guess.

I try desperately to block out the sensationalized holiday hubbub and maintain my focus on the true importance of what surrounds me but it's difficult when you are being cocooned in garland and left bleeding myrrh upon entering every store. I just came for bagels.

In the whirlwind of preparing to cook Thanksgiving dinner for 13 members of my highly diverse family tree, I decided to tap into my own bag of innards and consult with my heart. The irony is almost too poetic. While there are many aspects of my life that I lead with my heart, there are twice as many occasions when I keep it tightly bound like a bag of giblets, protecting it from harm. It's my precious little secret, hidden from the world of carnivores.

The moral of this story? Don't forget to remove the bag of giblets before you cook your turkey. Or...for you sentimentalists...remember that a heart unused is nothing more than a flavorless stew. ;-) 

Exposé = Vexed? No Way!

There is no such thing as bad publicity. It's been said for years, so it must be true, right? Afterall, celebrities make millions of dollars off of bad press, turning it into reality shows, poorly written books and infomercial-worthy products. And, we flock like a bunch of hungry pigeons in a McDonald's parking lot to watch the tomfoolery.

THE END

Hmmm...can you sense a bit of skepticism? Granted, you can never please everyone. Trust me, there were times when I tried. But, to intentionally seek gain from negative and/or illegal behavior just makes me want to crawl into my happy little bubble and sing Cumbaya.

I pretty much stopped watching sports because it has turned into a blend of Cops and Days of Our Lives. I avoid the news (except when a local inmate charged of murder escaped from jail) and politics...well, my distaste for that arena should be pretty self-explanatory.

When I see my name in print in newspapers and magazines, it is always linked with good things. Charity events, literacy, accomplishments...and I feel proud of that. Not because it has to do with me but more so because it gives people something positive to read for a change. Maybe it encourages someone to do a good deed or pursue their own dreams. That's my vision at least, somewhere over the wretched media rainbow.