Is Monday really all that bad??

Check out these famous lyrics by the Mama's and Papa's.

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Monday Monday, can't trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how yould cou leave and not take me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday Monday, ...

Either this guy is coming down from some kind of weekend high, (and since it is the Mama's and Papa's that may well be the case) or this guy needs a new girl friend.

Monday's never seem to let him down, but he must be a nervous wreck on each Monday.  He says that every Monday evening he is unsure if his girlfriend/boyfriend is going to leave him or not.  Which makes me wonder what does he do every weekend that may cause him to lose his relationship with his significant other?  Maybe it's all the drugs he used  on the weekends that make his main squeeze want to leave.  Maybe it has nothing at all to do with drugs.  Maybe he's just so much of a jerk on Mondays that no one wants to be around him.  Maybe he just has a phobia for Monday evenings.  Whatever the case, come Tuesday,
everything goes back to being alright again and we start this cycle all over again.  Every week.  Talk about a rut.  

Whatever the case, this guy hyas seriously got problems with Mondays.  So, what makes me think about this today?  Well, first of all, today is Monday!  I don't know why, maybe its me that's weird but I like Monday.  It is like a new beginning, a chance to not make the same mistakes I made last week and to put into practice the lessons I learned last week.  Hopefully, this will somehow come together to make me a better person.  Or maybe it won't all come together and I will continue on being the dummy that I am and making the same mistakes over and over again. 

I know that Sunday is the real first day of the week, but somehow it seems that Sunday has become the day at the end of the week.  The day that hopefully you get to rest and relax, if you don't have to work that is.  We go to church, we ponder on things that are important and plan our attack for the upcoming week so that nothing takes us by surprise during the week.  So, if it is a day of rest and relaxation, why doesn't television programming take that into consideration.  All the good shows are used up during the week, and it's like Sunday is reserved for the also-rans.  There is very little good television programming on Sunday.  It has always been that way. Why can't they do something about it?  Most people are home that evening and would enjoy some good light-hearted programming to watch.

Why am I rambling on about this?  I don't know.  Maybe it is because it has been a few days since I have written you guys and I really just wanted to stay in contact.  I've been a little sick this past weekend, just enough to make me feel icky.  I hate feeling like that.  I just don't want/have the energy to do anything.  A lot of that was due to my not sleeping for 3 days because I had lost my medicine.  But, that was remedied yesterday and last night was a joy to be sleeping.  I feel better today.  And you know what?  It's Monday!!!  Time to start all over again and put into practice the things I learned last week.  What did I learn?  I learned to not lose my sleeping pills!  I guess I am addicted.  But they make sleeping so much nicer. 

I hope you all have a great week. :)

There's a Hole in my Sock :(

I don't remember putting it there.  Still, it is there and I am not quite certain why.  My other sock is just like this one but there is not a hole in it.  My toe nails are not long so it could not have happened that way.  In fact, the nails of the toes on my other foot are in worse shape than these are and yet there are no holes in that sock.  So, how did it get there?

Socks are very strange.  When we buy socks we don't have to have the exact size to fit the foot like we do when we buy shoes.  Why is that?  When I pick up some socks in the department store and look at the size they say that they will fit anyone from Tom Cruise to Big Foot.  What?  How can that be?  Everybody knows that Tom has tiny feet.  Well, it can't.  Still I am forced to buy the ones for Big Foot and let all the ladies know without a doubt that I have little feet because they can see the heel portion of the sock is half way up the back of my leg.  But so goes the world of sock buying.  I wonder if wealthy people have their socks tailored to fit.  Probably so, and they would be the ones who own the sock making corporations that tell me I have to wear Big Foot socks.  This has got to be some level of discrimination.

I often think that we don't understand socks at all.  What if we are wrong about them being knitted in some factory somewhere?  What if they are knitted naturally, as in nature takes care of that for us?  Shouldn't we be told that we are buying Organic socks?  They won't confess to this but did you know that you can purchase Organic socks on the Commodities Market?*  Somewhere in a third world country there are sock farms.  They grow socks on special cotton plants.  The size of the cotton ball determines the size of the sock.  That would explain why there are only 3 sizes of socks!   There's baby socks, kid socks, and the giant ones I have to wear.   Once the cotton ball is picked it is taken to the factory where they unfold the cotton ball to see the size of the sock.  Some are set aside to forever be the white socks and others are seperated into lots that will be dyed to some other color.  That is what they don't want you to know.  They would prefer that we think all socks are handmade through some elaborate process so that they can charge more for them. 

Truth is, you can probably go to a seed store and purchase the seeds that will enable you to grow your own socks.  But there are cotton socks and polyester socks in the stores for us to choose from.  How do you explain that?  Well, those socks are a little bit more tricky to make.  First of all, nobody really knows what polyester is.  You just can't make this stuff up.  The facts are that polyester comes from a plant too.  These plants only grow in the South American rain forests or deep in side Africa in the Congo.  The Plantairious Esterdepolious can only survive in very hot climates with a lot of moisture.   National Geographic won't tell you this either, probably because they are in the pockets of crooked politicians, but when you see pictures of South American Indians or African tribesmen running around the forest half naked, it is because it is hot out there and they are working to remove the fine threadlike substance from these plants.  They normally carry them in bundles on their heads to the local Bwana and sell them.   That thread is then taken to the sweat shops in third world countries and woven into socks or lawn chairs. The polyester would be the man made socks and the cotton are most likely Organic.  That's why they cost more. 

There you have it.  Until now, only the Illuminati and Tom Hanks had knowlege of this.**    





* joke      ** Oh what the heck.  This whole thing is a joke.