Friday, May 9, 2008

B-A-NA-NA-S

I think if I were an animal, I would pick gorilla. As a gorilla, you are king/queen of the jungle. One tap of the chest with your fist sends even the fiercest predator running. Who could resist the temptation to glide along on your knuckles?
Jenny of the Dallas Zoo is the oldest gorilla in captivity. She turned 55 this week and celebrated with a 4-layer frozen fruit cake and banana leaf treats. Obviously, life in captivity would not be terrible either. I would demand a gorgeous habitat and little else. There would be no need for entertainment, because the best way to occupy my time would be to play hide and seek with the kids behind the glass...or picking bugs off my neighbor.
Lions, tigers, and bears may get all the attention, but the real beauties of the wilderness are the gorilla.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Next Jackie

So many little girls stand up in elementary school and say they want to be the first woman president. The idea of making the executive decisions for a country like America is thrilling to me, or maybe it is just the power that comes with it. However, I must say this is not the choice I would make. When I stood up with my face-engrossing sunglasses and hairspray-curled dark bob hairdo, my claim was to a different White House position. First lady would be the best job there.
This is not a decision based on roles each sex typically plays, but a matter of the potential fulfillment being first lady could provide me with. Unfortunately, stress always gets the better of me, so supporting the weight of the entire nation's well being on my shoulders would probably crush me. I prefer to work in the background. However, I would still be able to exert my influence.
I think being first lady enables one to choose a cause and really make a difference outside of that cubicle called the Oval Office. The position and its fame grants you the ability to better your world from the time you enter the White House until your death if you so choose. Not to mention you can do it with style. As my goal is to leave my mark on the world in a good way this is a perfect choice for me.
Look out Laura, I'm leaving your "legacy" in the dust.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

When You Wish Upon a Star...

I may have been able to resist the evils of Walmart's huge sphere of control, but in Disney's I can not. Wilfully submitting to the idea of fairy tales and theme parks for good may have been given a bad rap, but the songs and perfect hair can't help but draw me into a cloud of bliss.
Perhaps an exposure during early childhood is the reason I know every song and can proudly belt them at the top of my lungs. When I am sick there is nothing I would rather watch to comfort me. I am even willing to brave the hordes of screaming children and sweating parents in the fine city of Orlando for an experience catered to four-year-olds.
Something inside everyone causes the inevitable attraction to the billion dollar industry. This may be a subconscious impulse which is carefully beaten into submission, but sooner or later it can't help but shine through. I only hope it's not Hannah Montana.