Band-Aid and Fireworks

Sometimes you have a band-aid on, and you know that to make things better you have to rip it off. If you leave it on, it may feel OK for now, but eventually the wound underneath may rot and you may end up having to amputate a limb, so you decide that, YES, it is better to take it off. You may think about taking it off slowly to cause less pain, but in reality that only prolongs the pain. So you decide to rip it off, and you know that there's a chance that there will be more pain and damage if you rip it off, but then again, there's a chance that ripping it off will cause extreme momentary pain, but in the long run the wound will heal faster and things will be back to wonderful. And even if ripping it off causes more permanent damage, and a scar will remain there as a sad reminder, but at least you'll still have your limb, albeit scarred forever!

Wow, that was way too much of a philosophical crap! I'll just add that I think fireworks are overrated, and adults who go to see fireworks when they don't have children, are in need of much help. As a child I used to be amused by fireworks for no more than 5 minutes, because at the end, they're all really the same. But seriously, to be an adult and voluntarily go to overcrowded areas to look at fireworks is just wrong. While all the nuts, especially those from the suburbs (fucking suburbanites!), were squeezed together and OOHing and AAHing over some ridiculous display of glorified fire crackers, I was sitting comfortably in a backyard with a few close friends, enjoying good food, and a wonderful conversation, while everyone was within a comfortable non-intruding distance from the others. We even had our own sparklers.

Again, ignorance is bliss

As I was filling a glass with ice and cold water from the dridge door this past weekend at a family gathering, a cousin that I happily only see once a year came up to me and offered me her advice:

"You know, if you drink iced water you get fat."
"But I like my water cold."
"It'll make you fat. Just drink warm water to lose weight."
"So when I drink cold water, I gain calories?"
"Yes, that's well-known."
"Water has no calories, hot, lukewarm, or cold."
"Nope, cold water makes you fat."

At this point I decided that the problem with this person is beyond my abilities to fix, so I just nodded and walked away.

Now, maybe there's some sort of a connection between having a good appetite and drink cold water of which I am not aware. But to flatly insist that cold water is fattening is a whole other story.

Another highlight from the family get together is the topic of my church attendance.

"Geez, I haven't seen you at church in a long time. How long has it been?"
"Easter..."
"That's not too bad!"
"... of 2004!"
"Shame on you! Why don't you go to church?"
"Scheduling conflicts."
"With what?"
"Soccer."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. The minute I start losing as much calories sitting in a church as I do on the soccer field, I'll come to Church instead of going to soccer."
"You're hopeless!"
"I think that conclusion was arrived at a looooong time ago."

These people really need to give up! REALLY!