Why was the neighbor hating on the little girl's lemonade stand?
Here are my theories:
1) Neighbor planned to have a lemonade stand herself
2) Neighbor has bad memories of no one buying her lemonade as a child
3) Neighbor thinks lemonade stand brings a bad element to the neighborhood
4) Neighbor works for the I.R.S. and wants these monies reported
5) Neighbor is protecting the unaware buyer because the lemons aren't fresh and could cause serious problems after drinking
6) Neighbor is unstable and full or hater-ade
7) Neighbor didn't have 50 cent to buy a cup and she was really thristy
8) Neighbor thinks the little girl is really in some secret cult
9) Neighbor is part of a secret organization that monitors neighborhood lemonade stands
10) Neighbor needs a damn life...leave the kid alone!

Hope you read this....

[ Tue Jun 10, 09:03:00 PM | Wendy S | edit ]
Okay...I'm singing the Welcome Back Kotter theme to myself. So what if some of you don't remember the words! What a week! I went back to NY to finalize my grandmother's affairs. It's strange talking to her and seeing her this way.I might as well be a stranger. She still has the fire though. The very spirit I always admired in her. I keep thinking I will go over my parents house and everything will be as it was and she will say" Wendy come here, remember when".... But it's not going to happen. I guess I will have to accept that... In time. Going back to the Bronx was a trip. I haven't been to the old hood in many moons. It's funny everything in that world looked so big to me as a child. Now it's- I wish I could explain it ( I should be able to being I call myself a writer)...but the old saying as much as things change they remain the same is true.

Okay...I'm singing the Welcome Back Kotter theme to myself. So what if some of you don't remember the words! What a week! I went back to NY to finalize my grandmother's affairs. It's strange talking to her and seeing her this way.I might as well be a stranger. She still has the fire though. The very spirit I always admired in her. I keep thinking I will go over my parents house and everything will be as it was and she will say" Wendy come here, remember when".... But it's not going to happen. I guess I will have to accept that... In time. Going back to the Bronx was a trip. I haven't been to the old hood in many moons. It's funny everything in that world looked so big to me as a child. Now it's- I wish I could explain it ( I should be able to being I call myself a writer)...but the old saying as much as things change they remain the same is true.

RuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! Thank you , thank you, thank you! Finally! I'm so glad he won. Congrats man.

I have a friend whose heart I know is good, but he is so full of pain and hurt that he has become unbearable to be around. I see it. It consumes him and when I am around him , it consumes me. And I do care about him and I don't want anything but good things for him, but he is toxic. This is a toxic friendship and I have to end it; I feel terriblle when I am around him. All of my other friends don't want him anywhere near them, they all say " I don't know how you could stand his ass!" But, when I met him I decided to make him my friend knowing he had " funny" ways. But he was never " funny" acting to me personally. So, being the optimist I thought maybe...Hell... I don't know what I thought. I do know I cannot be around his negativity anymore. How is it possible to never see any good in anything? It's sad. I can't find it in my heart to tell him the truth. I think I may be the only friend he has left. Sometimes you just want to burn a bridge. Blow it up. Never look back. But you don't because at some crucial moment in your life you may have to cross that bridge again. So instead I am avoiding this particular bridge. Going all the way around Robin's Nest to do so. I hate that.

In other news...I'm off to New York for a few days. Bright Lights, Real City here I come. I miss my peeps, I miss real food. I need this... Ruben sang his behind off tonight. Do the damn thing boy!

Okay...Even if you absolutely hate R&B you have to admit that Ruben is the very best singer in the competition. This iss not just an opinion, it is a fact. The man has sang the hell out of every genre that has been presented. So why was he in the bottom two tonight? I will tell you why, because America is full of haters. They hate the fact that a overweight, Black man could be an "American Idol". Actually I don't really believe Ruben cares whether he wins or not because he knows he has skills. But if this competition is based on being the best singer then it shouldn't let America vote. Americans are caught up on appearance. They can not fathom this obese man as an idol. That is a slap in the face of the very fabric of this great nation. Did anyone happen to see the Marines face It said.... "Yeah thanks america, but I don't deserve it". HE was crying....Arrrgh.

What exactly is crazy? I find myself asking that question after having a long and interesting conversation with friends and family. Personal expectations are just that...personal, so if my belief leads me to think that you are cuckoo for cocoa puffs, are you?. What you may find over the top or offensive, I think is just fine and vice-versa. So who decides what's crazy,deraanged? Perhaps we have become a society that uses the term so loosely that we really don't know anymore? Perhaps we have lost sight of what crazy is because Martin (haha) is crazy. But...So is cutting off the heads of your babies and then going to have sex. Or at least it is to me. Now I say that these people are not fit to live. For some, that statement is crazy.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Carmen is gone! Now we can get on with the real singers! Wiz moment...Brand new day!

I haven't been home this week. I've been spreading myself thin between friends. One thing they will never be able to say is I wasn't there for them.I love my girls all of them. Some can't understand why I love the others ... but I do. I long for my own bed, kinda... In other news I chatted with a seemingly very nice man yesterday. Even flirted a little. Finally someone interesting. Usually when I find this they are either married, gay or somehow otherwise (TAKEN). I look at most of the cats I chat with online like prison inmates. You know always saying what you want to hear. I don't let their words phase me. But... I'm being optimistic.

Wiz moment...Don't you ever bring me..no bad news..American Idol..Carmen gets to stay...Kim has to go. I don't know what America is listening to. I say if someone is consistently in the bottom three. They need to go. Carmen was lucky tonight. She knows in her heart of hearts that she should not be there. Not as a singer. Yes she is a pretty girl. But come on people, did you hear her last night? Or the week before? Or the week before? Hell Simon picked her and he knows it was a mistake...Arrgh!
In other news MJ is gone...again. This time I think it's for good. I will really miss his moves . Oh boy raised the bar and changed the game forever. Thanks for the memories again Mike. You're still a bad man!