Happy 4th Birthday Blog!

11/28 marks Mason Against the World's fourth birthday.
In lieu of gifts, please make a donation to the Mason Against the World fund (which benefits Mason - it's a good cause).

I started blogging 4 years ago when I was home for Thanksgiving and here I sit.. home for thanksgiving posting a blog.

I'm thankful for so many things, including the blog of course. I'm working hard at being thankful for my extended family who, currently, is attempting to drive me FUCKING CRAZY.


No one said it was easy when there was more than just your immediate family around- chaos ensues. If it was just myself, mom and dad it would be pretty chill. Add 6 others and it becomes a constant "Mas, would you get me the..." and "Hey Mas, would you mind .." "Mas, have you seen the dog.." SHUT. UP. I. JUST. SAT. DOWN.
Jk. I love them. They are indeed trying drive me to drinking, but that's not a problem scenario I'd complain about so God bless 'em.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. In 100% all honesty, I have so much to be thankful for that I'd never be able to even embark on a reasonable sized list and therefore I'll keep it between me and God when I say the "thank you for.." section of my prayers at night.

May we all be mindful of how blessed we are on this day and as often as possible throughout the year.

Enjoy the day, Happy Thanksgiving (and happy birthday blog),
M.db

Drink Up!

This business of the sun setting at 4:30pm catches me off gaurd EVERY year. It's not a new concept- happens each time we set our clocks back in the fall, yet it never ceases to confuse me. I find myself shuttin' the day's activities down at around 3:45 when it looks dusk. My body tells me to eat (well it always tells me to eat, who am I kidding)dinner at about 5:15pm like I'm 68 years old. Some evenings I settle into the couch with PJs on at about 6:30pm as if it was about to be bed time. I'll glance up at the clock and think "what the HELL is going on here?" It ammuses me that it still catches me off gaurd like it's a new phenomena.

A highlight of my day: Reading an article Kevin sent me that discussed the benefits of red wine on your health. We've all heard that a glass of wine is apparently good for you, but this was a detailed account of what wine can protect against, prevent and the amount of wine per day that studies have shown a person should drink in order to reap these rewards. TWO glasses a day for a man and one a day for a woman. TWO GLASSES A DAY!

Here I was thinking that it might be shameful to drink a couple glasses of wine during the week while I watch TV at home... by myself. Who knew it was warding off more than my seasonal affective disorder! Just kidding, but rock-on that red wine is good for me and not just in half-a-glass doses.

I'm waiting for a study to come out that proves the benefits of combining and subsequently consuming a mixture of vodka and tonic water (with a lime wedge). Then I'll be SET!

Cheers (to your health)
M.db

Build-A-Bear

"Build-A-Bear"
I love this store's concept.

Your kid gets to come in, pick out all the stuffings and fixins for their ideal teddy bear.. and then MAKE it themselves.

So let me get this straight. Children... do all the labor involved in a specific textile-like product.
Yeah that's called a "sweatshop" using "child labor."

More power to the creators of the Build-A-Bear stores. They get cheap (free actually) sweatshop labor.. and then we pay THEM to allow us that priveledge.

There are some kids in a third world country saying: "suckers, at least over here WE are the ones that get paid 10 cents a week making your toys."

Oh it's funny to me.
M.db

Rock me Gently

So I say it all too often- I personify everything. Especially animals.

It is, therefore, no surprise that the following commercial cracked my shit up. Watch for two things in it.

Thing 1: The fact that the squirrel continues to use his hands as he sings.
Thing 2: The driver's face when the wolf eats the bird.. giving him a "WTF was that for?!" look.

Oh, this commercial makes me happy.



M.db

Advice

Don't ever put your contacts in when there's accidentally chap stick on your finger somehow.

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Proud Sponsor of Cheesewadness

You know those times when you make the HORRIBLE pun or the rediculous joke and you know it's too cheese but the opportunity is good so you have to? Sort of the way Michael on The Office always says "that's what she said.." after a remark that could be turned sexual in nature. It's funny cause it's terrible.

I was folding my laundry and half-listening to the TV that was on in the background in the laundry room. This commercial came on for TransAmerica Mutual (I think, but don't quote me on that) and the subject of the ad was a pro golfer. Don't remember who, was busy folding my un-mentionables. We'll call the golfer "John Johnson." Anyway, I only caught the last line of the heart-string-tugging cheesewad commercial.

And I quote: "TransAmerica.. proud supporter of John Johnson... and DREAMS."

Proud supporter of DREAMS!? Really? Oh that is rich. Rich and awful. I busted out laughing. You can think tag-lines like that in your head but you should never say them or let them leave the confrence room at the agency.

I'm so glad that TransAmerica sponsors dreams.
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