Bach Wedding... Icck.

So I am kind of embarrassed to admit this but I was one of the millions of viewers who watched Jason marry Melissa on Monday night. Wait- that wasn't her name was it? Valerie? Janessa? I really am drawing a blank as to who Jason married. Oh well, doesn't matter. What matters is that all of her bridesmaids received Manolo Blahniks to walk down the aisle in. Ya, each one of her ugly bridesmaids walked down the aisle in $300 shoes, pretty crazy. Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that ABC had something to do with footing the bill of her wedding? Hmmm, might have had something to do with the fact famous dress designer Monique Lhuillier also personally helped the bride -to- be pick out her dress. Well good for Molly. MOLLY! That's her name, I knew it would come to me. Go right ahead and milk it, I mean who wouldn't want to air their wedding ceremony on public television? Sacred schmacred, you can put a price on anyting these days. I just hope they televise their divorce, as well.
So on another note, I can't quit thinking about that whale trainer who was killed a couple of weeks ago by a killer whale. The news just continues to talk about this story and how shocking it was for someone to be killed by a killer whale. I mean it is alarming, why would a killer whale kill? I personally was appalled to hear that a show had gone bad at Sea World due to the violent turn a KILLER whale took. Hmmm. Are we really still talking about this? But even more so, are people still suprised by it? Does no one recall the story of Jonah?!? He didn't choose to live in the whale, he simply chose to make the best of a bad situation. So my heart really does go out to Dawn's family. But I am going to assume that if Dawn had a choice of how she wanted to die, this option might have been in her top five. Don't quote me on that, I'm just saying as a fellow whale trainer, it's something we think about. Okay, I've never trained whales per say, but even so, the profession has crossed my mind a time or two. Speaking of jobs... Whenever I'm feeling down in the dumps because ratty old teens have been rude to me for the day, I only have to think of one thing to make me feel better about myself. And what I think of are the people you see standing on the corners of busy intersections dressed at either Uncle Sam, or The Statue of Liberty, or just a weird giant animal, waving their arms and dancing, looking like a fool trying to get you to come into their store to get a loan, or a forward on your paycheck or whatever it is. To be quite honest, I don't know what these people are doing or who they work for, heck, maybe they work for God. Because they sure do lift my spirits.