Wet Wednesday

Hello---

I don't know about you, but those pictures of Ellen DeGeneres that I've been seeing on the net the last few days, are really bothering me.  Okay, may be she didn't follow the rules when she handed over the pooch to her friend, but she did it with the best intentions.  The media is totally blowing this way out of porportion though--all these pictures of "bawling Ellen" is really silly and not to mention unflattering to poor Ellen.  Enough already!  I'm sure the hairdresser will go back to the pound, and Ellen will help pay for the costs to get the dog back!

I am familiar with the hoops you have to go through to adopt a dog or cat.  Been there, done that, and I'm not kidding when I actually thought they were going to send out "spies" on the house to make sure the cat was being properly taken care of.  I remember a co-worker friend of mine who was put in a lottery drawing to adopt an iguana.  She was given a test.  Yes, I'm not kidding.  It was between her and this other gentleman, and the one who scored highest on the test, got the iguana after they paid  enormous amount of money of course.  My co-worker "won" the reptile, and end up calling her Imelda because she liked sleeping on her leather heels. 

This all makes me wonder though why  we aren't as much concerned with all our displaced human beings.  Sure, it is important that animals be given to a nice, safe and loving home, but what about the homeless and transient people walking the streets without their mental health meds?  Are they less important?  Don't you think we should have more laws to protect them?  Am sure I'm not the only one who wonders about this.  With the rain, there are plenty of displaced people around here, and it is quite frankly very sad. 

It's raining over here today, but unlike yesterday I'm not out searching for my son.  He is nice and safe away from the rain at his dear grandma's house.  Yep, he is grounded for the rest of the week, and the weekend, but I'm sure grandma is just spoiling him to death with hot soup, and chocolate chip cookies--sounds hardly the punishment, huh? 

I've been catching up with the dirt in Hollywood, and after seeing some clips of the paparazzi chasing Ms. Spears I have to say, if I had that many people following me around with constant camera bulbs flashing in my face, it would drive me to drink too.  I think it's just horrible.  No one needs that much attention.  You would think she was, I don't know...someone important?  Crazy stuff.  Those celebrities don't have a charmed life, no matter how many carats they have on their fingers, or gold toilets in their mansions...they can have it all.  Privacy is a sacred to me, so I've come up with this list: 

10 Reasons WHY I'm Happy I'm Not A Celebrity:

1.  I can wear whatever I want and I will never be voted as worst dressed celebrity of the year.

2.  I can leave the house in pajama pants and no one would care.  I really don't, but I can!

3.  I don't have to deal with people hiding in bushes, and stalkers who leave crazy love notes on my doorstep.

4.  I can gain 50 lbs and never see my swollen face or big butt on the cover of the National Enquirer.

5.  I can go through a drive thru without fear that someone will catch me eating that extra cheesy been burrito that just fell on my lap.

6.  I never have to worry who my TRUE friends are.

7.  I will never have to sleep around in order to find work.

8.  I can go to rehab without anyone caring or knowing about it.

9.  I never have to worry about "what to wear" to the Grammys, Emmys...Oscars..etc.

10.  I don't have to worry about anyone coming into my home  stealing any of  my personal diaries, shoes or pictures and see them being sold on Ebay. 

That is just 10--I really can think of more.  Feel free to play along.