My Currents...Not Currants

Recently, I read a post from Erin at mythirtyspot.com, where she shared her currents. Due to my inexperience with blogging and obviously my inability to spell every word in the English language correctly, I expected to see a unique perspective on the current state of currants. The berry. They are berries, right? I openly admit to being an idiot and you will find me using my fingers to calculate simple math problems. We all have our weaknesses. When I began to read on, I found that what she was touching on was what she was currently into, loving, hating and doing. It was interesting and my knowledge of currants was not improved. Today, you get my currents. Some about recent news making events, some random, and some you probably never needed to know. A salute to you Erin. Now, if you could do a a piece on currants, that would be great.

The Miley Cyrus Debacle
I did jest about the Miley Cyrus situation on Facebook, but here is the deal...I have done some really inappropriate things in my life and got away unscathed only because I am not famous. I attempted to drown myself, completely naked, in a hot tub once after too many alcoholic beverages. My head collapsed into the water and I was dragged out by a friend. I can't tell you if I was even old enough to legally consume alcohol. I also ran naked (while drunk) through the courtyard of my friends' apartment on a dare. I have acted like a complete fucking fool, a girl with no moral compass and I survived to tell about it. I feel for this young lady because she is sowing her wild seeds in front of millions of people. Mine happened in front of five close friends who didn't have camera phones or any knowledge of YouTube. I was lucky.

Potential War
I don't believe in war. I am a stand for peace. While I support the men and women who are in the armed forces, I do not support the politicians who send them to war. My father is a Vietnam vet and I know first hand that war changes a person, not always for the better.

Sugar
I vowed to get it out of my life and I will own up to the fact that I have not done that. I have stopped using it in my coffee and have, thus far, avoided processed pastries and goodies. Since giving up the portion of white sugar that I have, I have lost five pounds and I am enjoying my coffee even more. I don't foresee giving up white sugar all together, but I am a work in progress, so stay tuned.

Clothing
I am currently wearing a V-neck, gray tee shirt from Old Navy, hot pink clearance shorts from Target, gray leg warmers from Athleta and yellow flip flops. If you ever question what you leave your house in, find peace in the knowledge that I bought bread, in public, with this outfit on. That is real life.

Food
I don't eat enough food. It's an issue I share with my mom and my sister. I consume most of my calories from coffee, filled to the rim with delicious half and half. I hate wasting time making myself food and I hate sitting alone, at my dining room table, consuming a sandwich. It feels like a waste of time. I eat bread with peanut butter while I clean my kitchen or a Fiber One bar while I drive the kids to practice. Dinner is my favorite because I can cook for my family and enjoy my food with them. I am passionate about late night eating because I do it in bed while hanging out with my husband. No kids to bark at me about not being at the table and my combo of reheated pizza and pickles is never questioned. I have food issues. Now you know.

Miss America
I won't delve in too deeply into why I detest pageants, but suffice to say I FUCKING HATE PAGEANTS. The fact that we now have an Indian American woman as Miss America inspires me about as much as the thought of giving myself an enema. I don't care what color, race or religion you are, there is no benefit in portraying to women across America that you are only worthy if you are tall, thin, beautiful and have hair that reaches the floor. Keep telling me about the talent portion. Don't care. If that was what it was all about, we would have some kick ass bitch playing a xylophone who had a buzz cut and wore a size 10. It is and always has been about one type of beauty. The thin, long haired type. The end.

There you have it. Enjoy it, hate it, argue with me about it anytime. Currently, I am also in need of a shower, a dinner plan and a jaunt to my little buddies Tai Kwon Do class. Until next time, I bid you ado. Because I am fancy like that.