Sure, I just posted a little contest I’m running, but lest you believe that I was going to skip posting on this here blog I am here to prove you wrong. It is an annoying fact about me but since I come by it honestly as the bratty middle child I think it is somehow okay. Let’s just chalk it up to my charm. My allure, if you will. My charisma and magnetism. Or maybe it’s just my ability to use a thesaurus. Hard to say.

Anyway, I am kind of on fire about a few things lately and since I can’t form paragraphs right now I thought I would write a list of them. Because recently, when I tried to explore my feelings about such things they came out in such a way that I sounded like a dying polar bear who was also trying to sing an opera, remove a dagger from my lower abdomen, and stop my eyes from bleeding as I took my last breaths. I am not a dramatic person by nature, but this is truly what it was.

First, I am sick to death of some writers who get a platform. Joel Stein, Kathleen Parker, Pat Robertson and Maureen Dowd? You’re on my list.

In politics it’s Michele Bachmann. Lady? You are a special brand of crazy and you should be rendered speechless.

Weather reporters. They are positively giddy when they use the phrase “feels like” and sometimes it’s a bit creepy. Stop that.

Blagojevich’s lawyer painting him as some sort of innocent, bumbling fool. I hope that my defense in a court of law is never that of an idiot. I’d rather you paint me as smart enough to be conniving. Note to myself: do not kill anyone. Those words will haunt me if I do. “Your honor, but I AM stupid and this was an accident!”

Wikileaks. Who has time to read all that?

Ok, that’s it. I’m done. I know I haven’t expounded on any of these things nor have I linked them, so I will mention one of the books I am including in the contest prize package because as I was putting it together yesterday I was so overjoyed about this book that I sat down to read it again before setting it aside for packing purposes. It’s David Shannon’s children’s book No, David! and it is a bit older but always fun to read. It’s got cute drawings and has a great story based on Shannon’s own childhood perspective of always being told No!

With all the things irritating me lately on the news I think I will just yell “No, David!” at them every time they irritate me. Not that I’m going out of my way to pay attention to them, but they keep popping up. So, like the adult that I am, I’ll yell at them using someone else’s name. This is probably why I don’t write much about politics here.

Enter the contest here by asking a good question. There are already some amazing, though-provoking questions and if anything is putting me in a good mood, it’s reading them and trying to decide which to answer. Some of them have me stumped.

Oh, dang. Before I published this I watched as Shaq serenaded Justin Beiber as he proclaimed himself as his biggest fan. No, David!