Dum-dums

This is a long, uncomplicated post, full of drastic opinions and off the top of my head rants. So beware. I'm just sayin...

Frequently, I classify myself as a dum-dum. (I prefer to spell it like the candy, makes me feel a little better) But this week, I have seen/heard a few dum-dums of my own.

Let's start at the Jazz game last Saturday night, shall we? Peter got great seats, row 9, to the game with the VIP dinner before hand included. (work...thanks mona vie!) Besides a WHOLE LOT of grown women dressing like they are 12, which by the way - what's with that? (Oh. I know. It's UTAH!!! Seriously! Give me a break. It's okay to not have 10 feet of make up on, Hollywood hair, very little clothing (especially in winter) AND bounce around like you're a teenager. Really. Especially when most of you had at least one teenager in tow! Help me! I'm not opinionated, now am I.)

But I digress... What I was wanting to talk about was the older (like 70) lady sitting next to me. This woman, I'm quite sure, is of the 'old version' of Utah women. Don't worry, I'll explain. (phew!) Utah used to be about who had more food storage, who had more children, who's whole wheat bread was better, and who's hair was bigger. Now, the hair thing is still around in lots are areas. But now, it's who's thinner, richer, how many affairs and still married, bodily enhancements are bigger, who's SUV is fancier. Oh yeah. And the other thing that hasn't changed is, who has the better calling and/or who's husband has a more IMPORTANT calling. (SIDE NOTE: I actually like living here. It's taken nearly ten years, and I'm quite happy. Most of the people are nice, once you get to know them. So while I sound like a total Utah hater, I am a reformed one. BUT, the things that used to bother me about here...still do!)

Sheesh! This wasn't going to be a "Utahns have big hair and are bad drivers" post, but apparently it has turned into that. Never mind! Okay. So the perfectly dressed, sweet as sugar lady next to me offers me a mint. Heart shaped. (what else is there?) But here's the dum-dum part that totally bugs me about lots of people here. A few minutes later, she's in her purse and pulls out an individually wrapped life saver. Yum. Then she pops in her mouth and throws the wrapper ON THE FLOOR! What? You're purse is open, lady! Put it back in there and throw it away later. This may seem silly, but I almost said to her, "Who do you think is going to pick that up?" Oh sure. 'People get paid to', I'm sure she'd say. But lady, do you want to crawl under dirty basketball seats, just to get that one little cellophane wrapper that someone couldn't just put in their pocket and deposit into a can later? Seems simple to me. Think of others. That's all I'm saying.

I see more people roll their windows down and throw trash out around here than ever. And I am continuously SHOCKED when I see it! More often than not, it's what I refer to as 'immigrants'. (call them what you want - they don't have the same consideration for the U.S. that I do) But I also regularly notice it's old-timer locals as well. Hello! Who do you think is going to pick that up!? (you can guess that I say that to my kids a lot, about a lot of things)

Okay, the next two dum-dums will be short. If I wasn't too lazy, didn't have the WORST cold in the history of the world so I have hardly gotten dressed/out of bed this week, and wasn't working on the blasted annual RS photo directory/calendar, I would have taken a picture of this. (oh yeah, and at least ONE kid crying/crawling all over me the entire time I am trying to write this...)

I have seen signs all over town, bright pink paper, huge print, that say:

HUGH SALE

K and L Thrift Shop

64 S. State

Did you get that? Hugh Sale? Like, as in, my dad's name? Hugh. Get it. It should say HUGE SALE. I tell ya. Spell check. It's ruining our lives, one day at a time. (being the worlds number one worst speller, I can say that. I never get better, because I don't have to! On my first commissioned birthday cake, I wrote: HAPPY BITHDAY! I can spell, but I am usually in too much of a hurry to notice my mistakes. If you read this blog though, you already know that)

And last, but not least, I saw a comment on Cjanes blog about icing. I'll post it here.

"One hint on the frosting. I don't allow my son to have things w/ preservatives, most store bought frosting's have that. I found that you can purchase frosting alone from the bakery in the grocery store. Yummo!"

Does she really think that grocery store icing doesn't have preservatives? Have you met Crisco? How 'bout their coloring? Have you ever seen electric pink in nature, lady? Could that possibly be any better for you than a can of frosting? I think not. But. What ev. You know what I say...make your own!

I think that sums up most of my ranting dum-dums this week. I'm sure there are more. But for now. Enough. Tune in later for more rants...