Random Outbursts with Amanda

Music: Cold As Ice- Foreigner
           Heart Beats- Johnnyswim



Okay, so I have a quirky sense of humor, a mildly snarky view of life in general (shocker!), and I looooove people watching. When all these combine, I can't help sharing my observations. Usually it's my nearest and dearest that bear the brunt of these observations...poor souls... Now that I have a blog, I get to share them with my lucky readers. All two of you...Hi, Mom! Hi, roomie!

1. What is with all the Amish themed romance novels in the market?! I was looking through a book catalog recently, and there was page after page after page of Amish novels. I get the whole appeal of being self sufficient and living a simpler life, but really... Amish romance novels?! Didn't realize that they had the market cornered on being romantic. "Oh Rebecka, that white mesh strainer bonnet of yours really lights my propane powered generator. Mmmm, and this hand strained cottage cheese is absolutely wonderful." "Why thank you, Jedediah. I can't wait until we're married so you can start growing your beard. Sigh, those no mustache beards are just so manly. Oh, and the way you handle that horse drawn plow just makes my homemade butter melt." I don't even know...

2. People calling their significant other "babe". If this is your preferred term of endearment, good on ya, mate. It's not for me. To me, it just sounds, blah, and unoriginal. Even the popular "honey, sweetie, and sweetheart" are better options. When I hear someone call their loved one "babe" I immediately think of some washed up, bleached blonde, wanna be 80's surfer dude. "Hey, babe. Babe, can you get me a beer, babe? Those spandex jeans look hot, babe. Babe, can I use your Aqua Net? Babe, I'm going to get my board waxed..." Seriously! The English language is so original! How about we use it?

3. On the topic of using terms of endearments, if I've just met you, or only interact with you on a professional basis (and you're under the age of 70), please do not, I repeat, do not call me "sweetie, honey, or the dreaded babe (shudder)". I don't know you. You don't know me. We're not related, or friends. No need for the sweet talking.

Okay, better stop before I offend more people. I know I've already ticked off some.

Talk to you again soon,
Manda