American idle (national pastime)

After surviving another grueling trek through wal-mart last night, we stood in line, wondering how we were going to be financially responsible for our impulses. I was trying to practice my ritual of not looking at the magazines on display. I apparently lost control because I realized I was reading "Jen Turns To Brad..." and others that I refuse to mention. What is wrong with us? Why do we care about the personal lives of people we will never know? It absolutely consumes us. I fell to the tactic because I've spent the last twelve hours fuming about this instead of being grateful for the blessings in my life(curses, foiled again!). It infuriates me to think that someone really cares if Britney got her bod back! Now, I know they are just fleshly shells with a soul. I should be praying for them but, honestly, I get aggravated when I see such madness. I really get upset when I see either one of my kids taking it in. I know I can't shelter them forever. I just don't want them to care about garbage like that. Eventually, we somehow managed to pay for two buggies of groceries (which I felt like I should repent for) and headed out. It was a little after eight in the evening and on display in the sky was a stunning canvas of orange with some purple pink highlights in the foreground, all framed by a tranquil blue backdrop. AWESOME! I know I say it all the time, but there really is something special to witnessing such an event. What a gift. I almost forgot about the Jolie-Pitt baby photos...