Growing up is hard to do

The text of this post was originally a rant.

It stayed in draft mode for a few weeks as I logged in and furiously added more pieces to the puzzle. I thought it would make me feel better, but in reality, it only made me more upset. I felt like I was stockpiling ammunition "just in case I needed it." That's not a fun way to think.

I'll talk about Cosmo instead :)

Cosmo (Aliases "Kamikaze Cosmo" and "Cosmonaut the Labracadoberman") will be turning 4 this Thursday. In preparation of this momentous occasion, I've begun the annual search for a special birthday treat. Year 2 was Pupcakes with Cream cheese icing and Year 3 was Peanut Butter Bacon Bites. 

So far, these Cinnamon Bun Bites are looking like the winning option:

I might need to find a cinnamon roll recipe for people too, because now I want one as well...

Now I only have to find a birthday hat my puppychild won't eat...

I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

I stumbled upon that song in 2006 when I was downloading any and every song I could think of via Bearshare, Limewire, and/or FrostWire. Sandi Thom - I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (Official Video)

In keeping with the resolutions set forth in "Same Old Lang Syne," (Be Present, Be Encouraging, and  Be Positive.) I realize I need to be more aware of my surroundings. I typically avoid most news programs and headlines, because I want to avoid the negativity. It seems we are inundated with bad news. However, remaining blissfully unaware is a terrible policy. I don't have any idea what's going on in the world. No... I don't have any idea what's going on in my own city most of the time.

When I was in high school, I was on an academic competition team. One of the topics covered in every competition was Current Events. We were given a particular issue (or maybe issues... I can't remember) of Newsweek to study for each competition, and we had to read it cover to cover so that we were prepared for the one or two questions they would ask from that week. It was always a chore, but it was also refreshing to have an idea what people were talking about when the subjects came up in conversation. College presented opportunities for this as well as we were expected to be somewhat aware of current business news. 

I don't like being clueless. I don't like being that person that just nods along and throws out.
(Update: I typed all of that weeks ago. I haven't made any changes.)



I'm almost 30. When my parents were this age, I thought they knew EVERYTHING. How in the world did they fake it so well without Google at their disposal???