foddah!
Sandie go momma (not really her blog name, but it’s how I read it LOL!) came up with this great idea…but you’ll have to read her entry as it’s a bit convoluted 
Anyway, kizz tasked me with this: “Janet, how about you tell us about your worst kiss. Everybody talks about the good ones!”
My worst kiss…hmmm…might that be the firefighter with the horrid coffee breath? Or the tongue and smear guy? Or how about the guy that had a piece of food stuck in his teeth and it became dislodged…and landed on my tongue? How about the aggressive kisser that did everything waaaay too hard…and believe me, that’s saying a lot, coming from me.
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I was reading this article online: Commentary: This is not your father’s country anymore and one particular sentence, “At the end of the day, we are going to have to settle for less. Less money, smaller houses, smaller cars and smaller dreams.“, really caught my eye. In these times of going green[er], what is so bad about smaller houses and smaller cars and why does that equal smaller dreams? Must everyone aspire to a mcmansion and a hummer? If so, why? Why is that the American dream? I really don’t understand this. Why is it bad to live simply and frugally? Why is that anti-American?
Just wondering…
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February 24th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
Do you know what always surprises me as I wander this world, living and travelling in different countries …
It’s that someone can believe it ever was his father’s country. Nationalism always leaves me wondering how we can imagine we have any kind of … I don’t know … entitlement to a particular corner of this earth as ‘ours’. It’s not that it makes me mad or anything, it just surprises me when people act like God handed them a land deed and said the land was theirs or mine or anyone in particular. So much harm has been done in pursuing this belief.
Ooops, off the wee quiet soapbox now.
Moving to Europe, where nationalism and neo-nazism is on the increase, staggers me.
Worst kiss … otherwise known as kisses I would rather forget
February 24th, 2009 at 6:43 pm
“Or how about the guy that had a piece of food stuck in his teeth and it became dislodged…and landed on my tongue?”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And I read something similar about the smaller houses, etc. and wondered the EXACT same thing as you.
Why does smaller mean less successful? And why is success measured by those “things” anyway?
Would love a mindset change in this country.
February 24th, 2009 at 9:21 pm
Hey great questions and it is so similar to some of the ideas in my post today…
Conspicuous consumption is a very funny animal. Did you check out the Wikipedia page on conspicuous consumption?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conspicuous_consumption
February 24th, 2009 at 10:09 pm
Very interesting way to put it…..after moving seven times since being married, we have figured out how much space is too little and too much. Despite being able to move into something bigger each time, it isn’t always what’s best for us. I will NEVER have a house with three floors again! It is wearing me out!
February 24th, 2009 at 10:12 pm
ooh, and worst kiss: thiss guy I dated years ago would do this kiss then add a little lick! eeeewwwww…each and every time. It was like he read in his dad’s playboy that girls liked that!
February 24th, 2009 at 10:30 pm
I don’t get why we can’t just say, whatever your dream is then that’s american. Always having to pass judgment!!
February 24th, 2009 at 10:56 pm
Blech.
I went to middle school with Stephen Goetz. I totally liked him. His little brother told me that he totally liked me. Then my family moved to another city. Then in high school we moved back. Stephen Goetz took me out on a date. At the end of the date, he kissed me and then licked my face like I was a lollipop. He said, “I always wanted to do that.” And then I thought that if I’d known that all along, I wouldn’t have liked him in the first place. Because eeeeeew.
February 24th, 2009 at 10:58 pm
Oh. And.
There is no such thing as a small dream.
I just made that up.
I think.
February 24th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
Oh, those kisses sound horrible. I’m amazed at how many people are bad or mediocre kissers. Kissing is really one of my favorite things and a kiss with a good kisser is divine.
February 25th, 2009 at 1:17 am
The worst kiss for me was when we were both so out of practice, as we leaned in for the big one….we both missed!
You have inspired me to do a post about material things…I remember a woman I met years ago in Monterey, CA. that found her success in crates. Yes, in crates….she once was really rich, and very, very unhappy. After getting rid of all her stuff, she decorated with crates, orchids, and good friendships. She considered herself richer for it, and finally…in her eyes…successful!
February 25th, 2009 at 7:07 am
I totally aspire to have as small a house as I need with a wicked small carbon footprint. I would love to have enough up-front money to build an off-the-grid house.
My goodness. I must be un-American. And a public servant to boot. Damn, someone should keep me away from the kids. I’ll squash their dreams.
No comment on the kisser. I’d rather not go there, lol.
February 25th, 2009 at 11:01 am
Worst kiss–Philip. How to describe it, well, have you ever seen Dumb & Dumber? In Lloyd’s fantasy where he’s kissing her, covering the whole lower half of her face with his mouth? Yeah. Like that. But to give him credit, we were both 13.
February 25th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
I’m with you. Seems spending less money on houses and cars gives me more money to spend pursuing certain dreams — like seeing the world. That’s a pretty big dream right there.
I think smaller houses and cars equals BIGGER dreams.
February 25th, 2009 at 1:58 pm
The American Dream definitely needs reevaluating.
Those are some bad kisses!
February 25th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
I have no problems with smaller houses, smaller cars, etc. In fact I really like cozy so small instead of grand is fine with me. I just heard somewhere, though I cannot remember where, that living frugally has become the new “cool” think to talk about. Apparently talking about how much you paid down, instead of how much you bought; how much you saved, instead of how much you spent; and how you paid cash instead of used credit are the new “in” dinner party conversations.
February 25th, 2009 at 9:57 pm
Yes, I agree with living smaller. I wish everyone would go smaller so bad. The big cars on the road almost run me over every single day. And it is ridiculous how those big cars act like they are driving a little sports car. So dangerous. :-/
February 26th, 2009 at 10:08 am
Ewww, dislodged food. Here, I was saving a snack for you honey
eech. That’s just wrong.
February 28th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Goodness, who wants a big house? Then you just have to clean it!
What does it say about me that the car I am coveting most right now is the Prius? But until I graduate this old 1993 Pontiac is going to have to do :p
March 2nd, 2009 at 10:14 am
I live in one of the wealthiest counties in the country, although my dh likes to say that when we moved here, the median income slipped a few notches. There are plenty of big houses, but I wouldn’t want to live in one: who wants to clean 4 bathrooms and 5,000 square feet? Oh, wait… I suppose they have maids do that for them.
It’s a tough call with a family of 6; we each feel a need for some privacy, but how much is truly necessary?
There’s plenty of big SUV’s out here, too, but we don’t own one. Our family fits nicely into a minivan.
Smaller (and fewer) possessions is good, but I don’t think that has to translate to smaller dreams.
March 2nd, 2009 at 10:17 am
oh! And worst kiss? With an old boyfriend about 4 months after he broke up with me. I felt nothing and wondered why I had been so in love with him. He, apparently, enjoyed the kiss.