Ever get the Mean Reds??

Yeah, well, I do too. I've never resorted to shoplifting, but a good rant-fest is never beyond me. (Poor Jon!) Right now, it's the annoying Kindergarten teacher from none-other-than-Nashville on the Bachelor that's giving me the fidgets...I know, I know! Could it get any more pathetic?? I think I'm just getting fed up, feeling some issues are way overdue. Definitely becoming impatient, restless, and I'm most assuredly giving up on the news.

When Arthur March only gets 18 months in prison, and a Metro officer only gets 30 days and some community service for hitting and critically wounding a college student while driving under the influence--I just want to pull my hair out. Not to mention a VP with bad aim, riotous fundamentalists (I mean, c'mon! Isn't everyone just sick and tired of being offended already??!?), kids dying from some stupid choking game that I remember idiots performing in the Girl's restroom by the cafeteria in high school, and enough about Hillary! Stop it! Just... stop it.

Who knows, maybe a more conservative outlook is in my future. Maybe Ann Coulter and I will one day see eye-to-eye. Um, HA. Maybe it's because I've been out of the job-hunt for too long and no longer know what to expect. Perhaps it's all of the recent snow and ass-chapping weather. (Although we've just had the most relaxing weekend I can remember in months). Or maybe it's because I'm breathing down 30's neck. (By the way, I feel old. The undergrad volunteer in our lab, Michael, told Marty and I today that he had never heard of The Police. Imagine our surprise when Michael gasped, "Sting? He was in The Police?") Whatever it might be, I'm having a hard time shrugging off this cabin-fever.

Well at least the Olympics are on and my inner, neglected athlete is getting motivated. I'm off to the gym.