This week, the upcoming barn crawl is front and center, while the Shopko that just replaced Pamida is on page 3.
|At least Willow likes it (4 months old)|
Nope. Not happening. Because every week a column titled "5 Minutes with Boma" happens. A recent graduate of Dwight high school, Boma is also the son of the owner of The Paper. When I learned this, the world made sense again. . Because there is no way any person in their right mind would let this guy write for the general public unless it was nepotism.
This week, he listed his favorite foods. I did that in kindergarten. Cottage cheese and apple sauce, fudge cookies dipped in chocolate frosting-- damn, I didn't even eat like this when I was whale-sized, nine months into being pregnant with Willow. Gross.
The grammar is atrocious, the editing fails consistently and it just needs someone has a semblance of what they're doing to fix it.
And with that rant, which I've been meaning to make for weeks, I move on.
Ten people who have influenced my life. (Edit, for some reason I jumped to number 9. . . Crazy mommy brain.)
1. My boyfraaaand. I can't say enough about him. He's my best friend.
2. J.R.R. Tolkein. I have read the LOTR books 9 times in one summer. I'm a fanatic. If there was a street gang, I'd be their leader.
3. Jamie Tworkowski. Jamie has a blog at Jamie Writes and it's amazing. His words make me soar.
4. Walt Whitman. I have spent countless an afternoon sitting on top of washing machines having gay sex with men and being a crazy vagabond with untamed white hair. Also, he's my husband. Bon Jovi and Whitman.
5. Mr. Nicholes. He was one of two that visited me in the psych ward. His wife brought me a teeny little photo album and he brought me the world in the form of a poem. I still have it. It still makes me cry.
6. Professor Watson. She believed I was good at my dreams which gave me the courage to be good at my dreams. I learned to speak before I thought and chart sociology on star graphs.
7. Professor Udel. Not my favorite professor but her choice in literature is fantastic. Bless Me, Ultima, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, Lies my History Teacher Told Me.
8. Joss Whedon. Buffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffy. Fan girl orgasm commence.
9. My dad. I'm so thankful I don't believe in the invisible man in the sky anymore.
10. Is a tie between Don Miller and Sierra DeMulder. He taught me that not all Christians are crazy and ridiculous. Also, Blue Like Jazz. And Sierra's poetry gives me goose bumps.
PS: Good journalism, granted video journalism, to me, would be Philly D / Phillip DeFranco. The title of this post is a nod to him.