Comments on: Blue Day

By: Kristen J

Kristen J — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 18:51:59 +0000

Sweet chronicler I’ll be right over. I like the way you said, “an air of possibility”. That sounds nice. Geoff was calling it “guarded optimism”.

Don, you say that so flippantly to those of us who have yet to try the big M&Ms. Where does one buy these behemoths of joy?

By: chronicler

chronicler — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 18:10:48 +0000

Kristen, I know how you feel. I used to be an eternal optimist. In fact, I think I still am deep own inside. However, my grandmother, the cynic always would say expect the least and you’ll never be disappointed. It is a horrible way to live a life. I think it could be the reason my mom made some of her terrible mistakes in life.

I think we have have to have an air of possibility about us. If not when we get blue, we stay blue longer. Not a “pollyanna” approach always but at least a “give ‘em the benefit of the doubt” kind of thinking.

However, commerce being what it is today, I always think of PT Barnum when i see a deal that is far from the norm. I have been on the receiving of of suckerdom and I don’t like the feeling one bit. So as others have stated, i decide who and when I’ll be suckered by. It comes after many times being to sheepish to say no. The worst was at the hairdresser’s once. Ugh! I could on and on about that one. But the less said the better…

by the way, at my blog, I do have a side by side comparison of the not so large vs the regular m&ms if you need to do some comparison judging before you buy this time. ;-)

By: Susan M

Susan M — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 14:20:31 +0000

I’m of the pleasantly-surprised pessimist persuasion.

And in my family, very few adults are actually grown ups.

By: Steve Evans

Steve Evans — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 13:53:20 +0000

You should try selling your books used on Amazon.com — it works pretty well and you can avoid the awful embarrassment of selling your birthright in a bookstore.

By: don

don — Tue, 20 Sep 2005 05:13:16 +0000

Yes, the large sized M&Ms are for real, and they are real good too.

I know how you feel, I took my collection of football cards to the shop. I’m talking boxes and boxes, big boxes! The offer was so low I thought he was joking. I didn’t take it. I put them in my wife’s garage sale and got a few bucks. At least I didn’t let the card shop owner rip me off, I let the garage sale people do it instead.

If life wasn’t such a bummer, we’d all be happy…all the time.