And Speaking of Fashion, Tailgating, Rosie etc.

Whoopee! I was feeling so alone and dejected with no one commenting on my "muffin-top pants" post and then, boy-howdy, I figured out how to find out that I did have comments, I just had to moderate them.
Consider yourselves moderated, if not moderate...and hopefully, mod-est after reading my aforementioned post. So, where to begin...there are so many brain exploding things to talk about. I'll just go with a couple for now. And, Diane, thanks so much for helping me figure out how to navigate this cool blog managing thing.

So, do you think that we can somehow convince Rosie O'Donnell and Nancy Pelosi to lock themselves in a room somewhere and just spout nonsense to each other for awhile and leave the rest of us alone? I need to know what kind of cereal Rosie's been eating, because it needs some bran or something. That woman cannot be getting enough roughage. It's the only explanation for such chronic nastiness. Granted, Jesus loves her...He loves Nancy too, and Hilary and Bill and lots of other people that I truly don't comprehend and, really, I'm trying, but...(Take Paris Hilton...please! I'm sorry, I couldn't resist, but seriously, I cannot figure out that woman's function...I have the same problem when I think about mosquitos...however, I remind myself that I know Jesus loves her...I'm not sure how He feels about mosquitos. Really, though, I'm not kidding about Jesus loving these people, I pray that at some point they'll love Him.) Ok, I'm back...I'm just so very tired of celebrities piously crowing their political opinions, while offering no respect to the country which has given so many lives to allow them to do that very thing. Rosie's vitriol against our military in Iraq is shameful. To cite a number of dead in Iraq and then ask "...so who are the terrorists?" is cowardly innuendo. She and Nancy could maybe visit Syria together, wear those keen headscarves and chat up all the poor misunderstood, terrorist training, leaders there. No wait, I suppose Iran would be next on the itinerary for Nancy. Hmmm...I'm not sure that would work though, I don't think Iran would let either one of them into the country, mean-mouthing the evil George Bush and our nation or not. After all they are women, and we know that women don't have the same rights there as...well, who'd a thunk it, yeah, mean old America, where any woman can speak her mind, no matter how little she has to work with.

Moving on...what's up with people who insist on tailgating on the freeway? Look, I grew up in California...I knew how to hold my own in the fast lane at age 14...(all those yelling/crying/bouncing off the curb driving lessons with my dad really took)and I do feel quite competent to make my way around the mean streets of the Milwaukee metro area. Here's my problem, most likely yours too, there are so many people on the roads now who seriously don't seem to believe that they are required to kind of follow any of the rules. Personally, I think it's just down right less than bright to tailgate...(no I don't mean a neat barbecue at Miller Stadium)...another vehicle so closely that you could use their backseat cupholders. Look, when I'm traveling at the rate of speed set by those around and in front of me, where am I supposed to go, when I have Speedracer running up my back bumper? And, this is just a thought, you may not want to tailgate an SUV while you're riding a dirt bike. Make sense? I'm just saying...

All right, I know you're dying to hear my take on fashion again. I don't think I can top the muffin top pants...ha! Now I know I'm getting old, I'm starting to laugh at my own jokes. Ok, how many of us have wandered through the department stores lately thinking..."Wow, that would be cute if it wasn't so all-fired ugly!" And I do mean Uuuugly! with a capital UGH! C'mon, weird kimono things in nasty prints like what my grandma used to wear? And, I don't know about you, but how is anyone supposed to wear those obnoxious, clingy, long tunic sort of things with the plunging waistlines. Yeah, I said waistline. My neck is way higher than where those things plunge to. Oh, I guess that's why we're supposed to wear layers of tanks, right? Again, maybe it's just me, but layers add bulk...I've got bulk, I don't need any more. And why are those awful baby-doll things back. Those things were hideous in the early '70's, and NEWSFLASH...THEY STILL ARE!! Everything is gathered under the um, well, the bustline, if you will. This creates the lovely illusion that you're pregnant. Great if it's true, not so desirable otherwise. I want to know if the majority of fashion designers are eating the same cereal as Rosie. No roughage makes for cranky people and they must be cranky to be coming up with this nasty stuff. What happened to pretty? Remember pretty? I like it...I want it back. Fashionistas, are you listening? WE WANT PRETTY BACK!

Ok, my head is beginning to deflate...whew! I think I've forestalled a brain explosion. Really, thanks for helping me out like this...a little venting is good. Oh no, no! Don't turn on the radio! Argh! The TV is worse. Must find closet to sit in where I can't hear Nancy, or Rosie or....