In life there are things we all like or dislike, agree with or disagree with...well in my world it is approve or disapprove. The concept of disapproval has even resulted in its own emoticon :-/
It isn't about being negative and usually the emoticon (and similar gesture in real life...oh yes, there is a real life gesture) is reserved for somewhat silly things and comes along with a good laugh...usually.
In that vein, I hope to share some things that over the week get my (and my friend's) approval or disapproval. They are best enjoyed with laughter and some self awareness that you feel the same way about a lot of them.
- Bryan Stinespring (VT offensive coordinator) getting play calling duties rescinded as part of his job ~ basically a great demotion that should have happened years ago. (Don't let the flowers fool you, I'll talk about football here)
- Denver, CO and my sister having great friends and being really happy after moving there just 6 months ago.
- Southwest Flight 106 pilot. He rocked a landing in several inches of snow, late at night. My mom says “thanks for taking such good care of my baby.”
- My great dermatologist who is getting my skin back in shape and while it is greatly improved she says “we can do better than that” ~ approve of that attitude.
- Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. No further words are needed.
- My younger sister, Lily, has recently acquired an iphone and a work ethic. As such, she isn’t on gchat all day to talk to me. Disapprove.
- Restaurants where I have a reservation that request a call back to confirm my reservation. never.going.to.happen.
- Greeting cards with lots of words. Do not confuse this with greeting cards generally...I love those, especially if they come in the mail or from a guy I like. But more than about 10 words and my eyes glaze over. This does not apply to a handwritten note enclosed...I prefer those go on for pages.
- People who park where there isn't a spot or even worse take up two spots...your car isn't that fancy.
- HOV violators. You are not more important than the rest of us. Yes, I'm talking to you 17 year old with the tinted windows on your Ford Focus...I know you are alone in there.