Serenity and Lip Gloss

Shopping can be one of two things for me- intensely stressful or very soothing. There is no rhyme or reason to it, so don't try to hard to figure it out. When I really need to find something or I can't decide if it's worth buying or the price has two or even three big numbers before the decimal points, than it becomes stressful. It's fun when I find things I love, I have money in my wallet and the thrill of the hunt intoxicates my veins. Dramatic? Perhaps. Allow me my drama.

Anyway, today retail therapy was in order, so shopping commenced. I got two of my favorite things- clothes and makeup. Yeah, I'm a vain and petty person. Nobody is perfect. Today shopping was soothing. And thank goodness for that.

So I'm some serenity and lip gloss none the richer. I can deal with that.

Stress

I really hate stress. It turns my normally tolerable self into an unbearable wilderbeast.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Raining, raining, raining. All day long. Yesterday, today and maybe even tomorrow.

I like rain. Really, I do.

 But this is getting to be a little bit much .

Daffodils

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
 
- William Wordsworth
 
Out my window, I can see a charming little group of daffodils, tossing their heads in the breeze as though conversing amongst themselves. It reminded me of this poem, which is actually one of my favorites. Thought I'd share it with you today. After all, whats says June like daffodils?

The Dying Hole

Have you ever seen Madagascar Two?

If so, you probably remember "The Dying Hole." If not, you are totally lost and you think I'm strange. That's okay. I can deal with that.

Anyway, I find the Dying Hole to be an interesting phenomenon. In the astute words of a giraffe "We go over to the Dying Hole, and we die." So simple, eh?

But why do they all go to the Dying Hole any way? Societal standards? Tradition? Sanitation? All very lame reasons unlikely to appeal to a giraffe.

But I've figured it out. I understand the concept, I have discovered the deep psychological reasons behind this. Yeah, I'm a humble soul.

Peer pressure.

That's why the giraffes go to the Dying Hole.

That's actually why Melman goes to the Dying Hole too, further proving my nonexistent point.

So kids, what have we learned?

Don't give in to peer pressure.