It would seem that we have passed the tipping point where anything can be done about climate change and global warming.
It is unfortunate that so many people have been in denial about this very real, and life-destroying phenomena for so long. I have heard the rationalizations - sun spot activity, natural planet cyclical processes, blah blah blah. I've heard it all, from supposedly well-educated people whom I considered smart. I don't think these people are smart anymore. The science is well documented and you'd have to be pretty ignorant to deny the basic facts.
The truth is, the extreme weather we are seeing (and have been seeing for years in increased hurricane force, F5 tornados, blizzards, typhoons, etc.) is caused by global warming. We're in deep and pretending we don't have a problem really won't make a difference now. We're past the point where anything we do now will help us.
California is on fire. So is Australia. The polar ice caps are melting, creating the horrible polar weather being experienced in much of America this winter. And the people who think global warming isn't happening because its so dang cold outside are just amazing in their lack of intelligence.
Our wildlife is dying. Out planet is gasping. And we're well on the way to extinction. But people still don't believe.
How stupid we are. Dumb has gone viral.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
What Do I Need?
Having a riotous good time watching the former governor of Virginia being exposed for collecting goodies from people seeking political favors.
Really, who doesn't need an inaugural ball gown free of charge? I certainly could use one. I'm bound to be inaugurated into something sooner or later. I would really relish a free whopper of a shopping trip in NYC. Also could use some new furniture and appliances, not to mention designer shoes. Wait. No. I don't want any of those things. I'm prepping for death and trying to divest myself of the impediments of life. It's almost harder than amassing the crap in the first place. Note to Americans: All that crap you've got......in the end, no one wants it!
Politics in America; what a shakedown.
America is a shakedown artist and it is very sad that people still have any faith at all in our leaders, in our system and most importantly, in that whole crazy concept of America, which couldn't be further from the reality of America. The rest of the world certainly views us as a sham; but Americans are pretty slow on the uptake. We love being spoon fed bull$hit; we were raised on it, we like the taste and we're addicted.
Now don't f*cking forget to vote because your vote can make a difference.
Someone kill me.
Really, who doesn't need an inaugural ball gown free of charge? I certainly could use one. I'm bound to be inaugurated into something sooner or later. I would really relish a free whopper of a shopping trip in NYC. Also could use some new furniture and appliances, not to mention designer shoes. Wait. No. I don't want any of those things. I'm prepping for death and trying to divest myself of the impediments of life. It's almost harder than amassing the crap in the first place. Note to Americans: All that crap you've got......in the end, no one wants it!
Politics in America; what a shakedown.
America is a shakedown artist and it is very sad that people still have any faith at all in our leaders, in our system and most importantly, in that whole crazy concept of America, which couldn't be further from the reality of America. The rest of the world certainly views us as a sham; but Americans are pretty slow on the uptake. We love being spoon fed bull$hit; we were raised on it, we like the taste and we're addicted.
Now don't f*cking forget to vote because your vote can make a difference.
Someone kill me.
Monday, January 20, 2014
WTF Cracker Heads?
If there is one very unsightly, ugly and unbelievable problem in Louisiana, it is the fact that some people here are so stupid, the world has become their garbage dump. I just took a ride though the backwoods, and couldn't believe the huge bags of trash thrown on the side of the road by ignorant, no - skip that - idiot Louisianans. I even saw a dead dog thrown out with the trash. This was disgusting. In every ditch, there are beer cans, trash bags, Styrofoam trays, water bottles, clothes, shoes, anything you can think of to be discarded lives on the side of the road in Louisiana.
Are these people just backwoods, uneducated swamp critters with the brains of gnats? I don't think so, because I just took a walk around LSU lakes, and the same can be said for that area. It's inhabited by disgusting pigs who obviously don't know they are disgusting pigs. LSU doesn't seem to be educating them, either. SO why isn't anyone organizing a clean up of this mess? I don't get it. What I do get is that in the south, an awful lot of people are lazy, stupid, uneducated pigs. By choice.
I used to freak out completely if my kids ever threw trash down on the ground. They learned, very early, not to trash the planet. This seems like a pretty simple concept. You just wait to dump trash out of your car until you get home. Not here and it is annoying beyond belief. I guess the cops here don't have time to enforce littering laws, if there is such a thing as a littering law. Hell, they don't have time to investigate crimes, as evidenced by a recent theft at an ATM of Tim's bank account info. We went to report it; the police told us to go to the Sheriff; the Sheriff wasn't OPEN! Can you believe this.
This is republican land. This is what happens. No cops to enforce the few laws on the books.. No respect for the common good. And the rich building fences to keep out the trash.
I shudder to think how many environmental laws aren't being enforced here. It's scary in the petrochemical capital of America.
Are these people just backwoods, uneducated swamp critters with the brains of gnats? I don't think so, because I just took a walk around LSU lakes, and the same can be said for that area. It's inhabited by disgusting pigs who obviously don't know they are disgusting pigs. LSU doesn't seem to be educating them, either. SO why isn't anyone organizing a clean up of this mess? I don't get it. What I do get is that in the south, an awful lot of people are lazy, stupid, uneducated pigs. By choice.
I used to freak out completely if my kids ever threw trash down on the ground. They learned, very early, not to trash the planet. This seems like a pretty simple concept. You just wait to dump trash out of your car until you get home. Not here and it is annoying beyond belief. I guess the cops here don't have time to enforce littering laws, if there is such a thing as a littering law. Hell, they don't have time to investigate crimes, as evidenced by a recent theft at an ATM of Tim's bank account info. We went to report it; the police told us to go to the Sheriff; the Sheriff wasn't OPEN! Can you believe this.
This is republican land. This is what happens. No cops to enforce the few laws on the books.. No respect for the common good. And the rich building fences to keep out the trash.
I shudder to think how many environmental laws aren't being enforced here. It's scary in the petrochemical capital of America.
Wealth Addicts
I read a most interesting article in The NY Times, written by a former Wall Street money junkie. His insights into earning obscene amounts of money and bonuses were quite eye-opening. I think all people entertain the notion of getting a huge amount of money and living the high life. Unfortunately, that would only be for a little while, as someone unaccustomed to having a lot of money would have absolutely no clue on how to manage their finances, and would spend their fortune very quickly. I see this has happened frequently, and is called the Curse of the Lottery, when it really is just inexperience and ignorance.
But, the point this writer was making is people with money, lots more money than average people can ever imagine, have an addiction to it that is similar to heroin or methamphetamine users. There is never enough. If there is never enough, then they keep that money out of circulation by hoarding it. More sad, though, is their absolute belief that they will never have enough money and they need more; and they get more by believing what they're doing on Wall Street is somehow important and they work hard for it and deserve it. But what do the rest of the people deserve? Certainly not the toilet world that's being handed to them.
What a vicious addiction wealth must be. It changes the brain, as do the more mundane substances one can become addicted to. This article almost (almost being the key point here) made me glad I'll never have a lot of money. But then, if I did, my joy would be in making other people's lives easier; not hoarding it into extinction (my own). I know I probably wouldn't have great wealth for very long. But that would be okay. I don't want to be a slave to anything, not money, not stuff, not drugs. It took me many decades to get here, so apart from feeling very sad about not being able to help people who really struggle to make it in the world, I guess I'll just be happy being here and being (relatively) free.
I wonder what the world will look like when money is worthless. It will be interesting to find the value then.
But, the point this writer was making is people with money, lots more money than average people can ever imagine, have an addiction to it that is similar to heroin or methamphetamine users. There is never enough. If there is never enough, then they keep that money out of circulation by hoarding it. More sad, though, is their absolute belief that they will never have enough money and they need more; and they get more by believing what they're doing on Wall Street is somehow important and they work hard for it and deserve it. But what do the rest of the people deserve? Certainly not the toilet world that's being handed to them.
What a vicious addiction wealth must be. It changes the brain, as do the more mundane substances one can become addicted to. This article almost (almost being the key point here) made me glad I'll never have a lot of money. But then, if I did, my joy would be in making other people's lives easier; not hoarding it into extinction (my own). I know I probably wouldn't have great wealth for very long. But that would be okay. I don't want to be a slave to anything, not money, not stuff, not drugs. It took me many decades to get here, so apart from feeling very sad about not being able to help people who really struggle to make it in the world, I guess I'll just be happy being here and being (relatively) free.
I wonder what the world will look like when money is worthless. It will be interesting to find the value then.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Failing My Self Improvement Class
My assignment was to write down three people I'd like to invite to my house for cocktails.
I think you all pretty much know my attitude, so it should surprise no one that it took me quite some deliberation to even think of three people (living or dead) I'd like to have cocktails with. My answer would depend on my (usually black) mood --- from everyone I've ever known, loved or despised to absolutely not a single person on the planet. Me and my good buddy Johnny Walker, so to speak.
Anyhow. These three eventually came to mind. They're all dead. But this is an assignment not a reality show (thank Freakin' God).
1. John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck so totally understood the depth and breadth of the human condition, he could translate it to a written word, and make YOU, the reader, not just understand the depth and breadth of it but experience the pain and the joy of it. That's a writer. On a more personal level, John Steinbeck novels leave you with the very fortunate condition of never feeling comfortable making a judgment about another human being for the rest of your born days.
2. Vincent Van Gogh.
Vincent Van Gogh liked to drink wine and I like to drink wine. And whiskey. An occasional margarita or vodka martini. Definitely hurricanes. Rum. Absinthe. I digress. Vincent Van Gogh taught me that genius is almost never going to be found in convention, and rarely going to be recognized in its possessor's lifetime. In fact, genius is going to be mostly derided and dismissed, due to the overwhelming insecurity of very smart and fabulously educated non-geniuses.
3. Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut taught me the importance of having an alter-ego (hence this blog). Having an alter-ego will maintain your sanity. Having a place to express all the things you'd like to say and do, but can't say and do for fear of recrimination, excommunication, or the dreaded black ball of disinterest denial and dismissal.
Kurt Vonnegut's alter ego was a science fiction writer named Kilgore Trout. (Who lived and died a life not unlike Vincent Van Gogh's.) One of Kilgore Trout's stories, (one that was derided and dismissed) had to do with an alien space craft landing in a farmer's field. The farmer's barn started on fire, so the aliens rushed to the farm house to tell the farmer that his barn was on fire. The aliens only means of communication, however, was farting and tap dancing. As the aliens tried to communicate to the farmer that his barn was on fire by farting and tap dancing, the barn, alas, burned to the ground.
We're all farting and tap dancing here folks. Nobody knows what we're saying. Especially this bitch on a bus.
I think you all pretty much know my attitude, so it should surprise no one that it took me quite some deliberation to even think of three people (living or dead) I'd like to have cocktails with. My answer would depend on my (usually black) mood --- from everyone I've ever known, loved or despised to absolutely not a single person on the planet. Me and my good buddy Johnny Walker, so to speak.
Anyhow. These three eventually came to mind. They're all dead. But this is an assignment not a reality show (thank Freakin' God).
1. John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck so totally understood the depth and breadth of the human condition, he could translate it to a written word, and make YOU, the reader, not just understand the depth and breadth of it but experience the pain and the joy of it. That's a writer. On a more personal level, John Steinbeck novels leave you with the very fortunate condition of never feeling comfortable making a judgment about another human being for the rest of your born days.
2. Vincent Van Gogh.
Vincent Van Gogh liked to drink wine and I like to drink wine. And whiskey. An occasional margarita or vodka martini. Definitely hurricanes. Rum. Absinthe. I digress. Vincent Van Gogh taught me that genius is almost never going to be found in convention, and rarely going to be recognized in its possessor's lifetime. In fact, genius is going to be mostly derided and dismissed, due to the overwhelming insecurity of very smart and fabulously educated non-geniuses.
3. Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut taught me the importance of having an alter-ego (hence this blog). Having an alter-ego will maintain your sanity. Having a place to express all the things you'd like to say and do, but can't say and do for fear of recrimination, excommunication, or the dreaded black ball of disinterest denial and dismissal.
Kurt Vonnegut's alter ego was a science fiction writer named Kilgore Trout. (Who lived and died a life not unlike Vincent Van Gogh's.) One of Kilgore Trout's stories, (one that was derided and dismissed) had to do with an alien space craft landing in a farmer's field. The farmer's barn started on fire, so the aliens rushed to the farm house to tell the farmer that his barn was on fire. The aliens only means of communication, however, was farting and tap dancing. As the aliens tried to communicate to the farmer that his barn was on fire by farting and tap dancing, the barn, alas, burned to the ground.
We're all farting and tap dancing here folks. Nobody knows what we're saying. Especially this bitch on a bus.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Red White and Blue really Black, Blacker and Blackest
This country is so full of crap I can't stand living here.
There are a few things on which I can rely:
#1. Any political statement sponsored by Americans for Prosperity is an outrageous lie.
#2. Americans are too stupid to understand the hoax being perpetrated on them by #1.
#3. Chris Christie is a pain in the a$$, fat cat whose penchant for power is only overshadowed by his penchant for (obviously) all the wrong foods.
#4. Anything Bobby Jindal does Scott Walker will mimic. Two half wits if there ever was a whole.
#5. Scott Walker being paid a governor's salary is sadder, more ironic, and just plain unfair than his opinions on who earns a minimum wage. Scott Walker would be overpaid at minimum wage. Period.
#6. The fact that a whole city was unable to drink or bathe in water because it's been contaminated by a business is reflective of how all of America is being sold out for a corporate bottom line.
#7. The fact that a whole state's coastline has been destroyed by oil and gas exploration companies is a crime even more hideous than the crime of the local fisherman's ignorant opinion that to fix this would cause fishing problems. Huh? Fishing problems? Louisiana is a classic example on how it benefits corporations to keep the populace uneducated by spoon feeding them fish tales.
#8. I live in the south. It's conservative. I get that. But I can't stand the news programs and how freaking biased all information broadcast here actually is. Can someone please start up a television station that doesn't reek of stagnant cultural biases.
#9. Justin Bieber does coke. Jesus - we haven't had a decent new drug in decades. Coke is so passé. As unhappy as Americans are, you'd think someone would have come up with a fun drug that's actually good for you. I mean, besides Viagra.
#10. American's are as f*cking boring as their ridiculous opinions, hobbies and fetishes. As a culture, we're so NOTHING. Why would anyone covet anything here? I'm just so over this super power, because it's SO NOT. We're dull, depressed, dissatisfied, demented, delusional and drugged up. Someone kill us.
Obviously, I'm having a particularly unpatriotic day today. These moods descend on me on a regular basis. Sure wish I didn't live in America. It's killing me.
There are a few things on which I can rely:
#1. Any political statement sponsored by Americans for Prosperity is an outrageous lie.
#2. Americans are too stupid to understand the hoax being perpetrated on them by #1.
#3. Chris Christie is a pain in the a$$, fat cat whose penchant for power is only overshadowed by his penchant for (obviously) all the wrong foods.
#4. Anything Bobby Jindal does Scott Walker will mimic. Two half wits if there ever was a whole.
#5. Scott Walker being paid a governor's salary is sadder, more ironic, and just plain unfair than his opinions on who earns a minimum wage. Scott Walker would be overpaid at minimum wage. Period.
#6. The fact that a whole city was unable to drink or bathe in water because it's been contaminated by a business is reflective of how all of America is being sold out for a corporate bottom line.
#7. The fact that a whole state's coastline has been destroyed by oil and gas exploration companies is a crime even more hideous than the crime of the local fisherman's ignorant opinion that to fix this would cause fishing problems. Huh? Fishing problems? Louisiana is a classic example on how it benefits corporations to keep the populace uneducated by spoon feeding them fish tales.
#8. I live in the south. It's conservative. I get that. But I can't stand the news programs and how freaking biased all information broadcast here actually is. Can someone please start up a television station that doesn't reek of stagnant cultural biases.
#9. Justin Bieber does coke. Jesus - we haven't had a decent new drug in decades. Coke is so passé. As unhappy as Americans are, you'd think someone would have come up with a fun drug that's actually good for you. I mean, besides Viagra.
#10. American's are as f*cking boring as their ridiculous opinions, hobbies and fetishes. As a culture, we're so NOTHING. Why would anyone covet anything here? I'm just so over this super power, because it's SO NOT. We're dull, depressed, dissatisfied, demented, delusional and drugged up. Someone kill us.
Obviously, I'm having a particularly unpatriotic day today. These moods descend on me on a regular basis. Sure wish I didn't live in America. It's killing me.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Let's Have a Traffic Jam
New Jersey governor Chris Christie is under scrutiny and fire for possibly causing major traffic problems on the George Washington Bridge, which connects Manhattan to Ft. Lee, New Jersey because a politician in Ft. Lee refused to back him.
Okay, that's a classic example of government gone rogue. When any politician puts his political aspirations ahead of the good of his constituency, and in this case, to the detriment of his constituency, that person needs to be removed from office. People enter politics supposedly to "serve", not to cause problems for the common man.
In the overall scheme of things, all of our politicians are exactly like Chris Christie, which is why democracy no longer works. Even recalling every politician in office today wouldn't fix it, because the system is irreparably broken.
But back to Christie. He claims he didn't know; which means he doesn't have a clue what his top administrators are doing. Not exactly leadership material. And if he did know, and conspired to create problems for Ft. Lee, New Jersey, than what kind of person is he? One almost wishes for a Tony Soprano-like figure to rise from the shadows and put an end to Chris Christie's nonsense. But since we can't kill all of our leaders, and all of our leaders can't lead --- what do we do?
If only someone had an answer. There certainly seems to be no political solution. I feel like an ancient Roman, watching the decline of this empire. I do so with mixed emotions. Good riddance and Holy Crap --- what's coming next?
Okay, that's a classic example of government gone rogue. When any politician puts his political aspirations ahead of the good of his constituency, and in this case, to the detriment of his constituency, that person needs to be removed from office. People enter politics supposedly to "serve", not to cause problems for the common man.
In the overall scheme of things, all of our politicians are exactly like Chris Christie, which is why democracy no longer works. Even recalling every politician in office today wouldn't fix it, because the system is irreparably broken.
But back to Christie. He claims he didn't know; which means he doesn't have a clue what his top administrators are doing. Not exactly leadership material. And if he did know, and conspired to create problems for Ft. Lee, New Jersey, than what kind of person is he? One almost wishes for a Tony Soprano-like figure to rise from the shadows and put an end to Chris Christie's nonsense. But since we can't kill all of our leaders, and all of our leaders can't lead --- what do we do?
If only someone had an answer. There certainly seems to be no political solution. I feel like an ancient Roman, watching the decline of this empire. I do so with mixed emotions. Good riddance and Holy Crap --- what's coming next?
Monday, January 6, 2014
How to Love the Unloveable
I find it very difficult to find love or forgiveness inside myself when I see starving children suffering in Syria, Afghanistan and Lebanon, brought to you by ridiculous Muslim men who think themselves religious.
I can't stand right wing politicians who continually flap their rhetoric while evidence of their misguided philosophy lies all around them.
The haters who spray their delusional venom over anything or anyone who doesn't fit a rigid set of standards only a hater could understand, cause me great anxiety and an empty heart.
So how do you love these people, because, it is true, love cures everything. The problem is, how do you do it?
Selective love doesn't cure the problems of the world. So even if you're a loving person, limiting your love to your friends and family isn't enough.
I guess we all need to fake it until we can make it. For someone who can smell fakery from ten miles, and is appalled by disingenuous people, this sounds like a pretty big lump of a bitter pill to swallow. But so it is.......pretend you love these people until you can actually love them. There are people in my own family I find difficult to stomach, much less love; but I guess it is my job to pretend I love them until I actually can love them. I am working on this.
People who are loved, who feel loved, and are able to respond to love will behave better than those who are completely unloved. All you need is love. But the state of the world says we need a whole lotta love right now - even if we're just fakin' it till we can make it.
I can't stand right wing politicians who continually flap their rhetoric while evidence of their misguided philosophy lies all around them.
The haters who spray their delusional venom over anything or anyone who doesn't fit a rigid set of standards only a hater could understand, cause me great anxiety and an empty heart.
So how do you love these people, because, it is true, love cures everything. The problem is, how do you do it?
Selective love doesn't cure the problems of the world. So even if you're a loving person, limiting your love to your friends and family isn't enough.
I guess we all need to fake it until we can make it. For someone who can smell fakery from ten miles, and is appalled by disingenuous people, this sounds like a pretty big lump of a bitter pill to swallow. But so it is.......pretend you love these people until you can actually love them. There are people in my own family I find difficult to stomach, much less love; but I guess it is my job to pretend I love them until I actually can love them. I am working on this.
People who are loved, who feel loved, and are able to respond to love will behave better than those who are completely unloved. All you need is love. But the state of the world says we need a whole lotta love right now - even if we're just fakin' it till we can make it.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Bobby Jindal and his Idiot Government
Billions of dollars given to Louisiana to rebuild after several major hurricanes is still sitting idle on the coffers.
One has to wonder about the reasons for this. Obviously, Jindal and his tea party protagonists can't figure out a way to distribute this wealth to the wealthy in any kind of legitimate way.
A lot of that money was to be for rebuilding affordable housing, but that means housing for people who can't afford McMansions and Starter Castles; in other words, undesirables. Until the Jindal administration can figure out how to funnel that money into the upper middle class, it will just sit on the books.
I understand that the republicans are all about not spending money that doesn't directly benefit the 1% of the population who write public policy and own the republicans. Still, it seems like the federal government should take back this money if Louisiana can't figure out what to do with it. Give it to Mexico - they'd know what to do with it.
Here in Baton Rouge, the roads are disgustingly unsafe; the traffic patterns create gridlock, the cops don't pay any attention to the idiot drivers and the idiot drivers are busy killing pedestrians, whom don't have any sidewalks to transport them anywhere safely.
Is it REALLY that freakin' hard to figure out where to spend some money in this state? Apparently, if you're as lame as Bobby Jindal, it most certainly is. Demand the dorks who run this state start disbursing these funds to public projects that would benefit the citizens of this state. What are they waiting for. I tell you what they're waiting for. YOU to turn your back.
One has to wonder about the reasons for this. Obviously, Jindal and his tea party protagonists can't figure out a way to distribute this wealth to the wealthy in any kind of legitimate way.
A lot of that money was to be for rebuilding affordable housing, but that means housing for people who can't afford McMansions and Starter Castles; in other words, undesirables. Until the Jindal administration can figure out how to funnel that money into the upper middle class, it will just sit on the books.
I understand that the republicans are all about not spending money that doesn't directly benefit the 1% of the population who write public policy and own the republicans. Still, it seems like the federal government should take back this money if Louisiana can't figure out what to do with it. Give it to Mexico - they'd know what to do with it.
Here in Baton Rouge, the roads are disgustingly unsafe; the traffic patterns create gridlock, the cops don't pay any attention to the idiot drivers and the idiot drivers are busy killing pedestrians, whom don't have any sidewalks to transport them anywhere safely.
Is it REALLY that freakin' hard to figure out where to spend some money in this state? Apparently, if you're as lame as Bobby Jindal, it most certainly is. Demand the dorks who run this state start disbursing these funds to public projects that would benefit the citizens of this state. What are they waiting for. I tell you what they're waiting for. YOU to turn your back.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Barbara Bush Hospitalized
In terms of sensitivity and compassion, let me just say that when I heard the news that Barbara Bush was hospitalized with a respiratory ailment, I felt absolutely nothing except disgust she'd get as much as five minutes of national news coverage.
Sorry. It's how I feel about the matriarch of one of the more intensely stupid political families of which our nation has been uniquely burdened.
If Barbara Bush can't breathe, well, that's karma baby, for telling all the people in the Houston Astrodome after Hurricane Katrina that they were living large and had things better than they'd ever had them before.
Choke on the air, sweetie. This particular person absolutely doesn't give a $hit how purple you turn, how miserably you suffer, or when you take your dying breath --- as long as you take it and never pollute the airwaves again with your twisted values diatribe.
Ding Dong - the Witch Might Die.
Sorry. It's how I feel about the matriarch of one of the more intensely stupid political families of which our nation has been uniquely burdened.
If Barbara Bush can't breathe, well, that's karma baby, for telling all the people in the Houston Astrodome after Hurricane Katrina that they were living large and had things better than they'd ever had them before.
Choke on the air, sweetie. This particular person absolutely doesn't give a $hit how purple you turn, how miserably you suffer, or when you take your dying breath --- as long as you take it and never pollute the airwaves again with your twisted values diatribe.
Ding Dong - the Witch Might Die.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
New Year's Resolutions
I do this every year; list the things I'm going to officially try to accomplish for 2014. Doesn't usually work out, so maybe I should rename this New Year's Re- Delusions. But here goes.
1. Cigarettes. Yes. Every year. On the list. Been two days since I lit up. All I can say is I enjoy being an addict and why wouldn't I? However, I do not enjoy having a cough or hearing about people I know who have developed COPD.
2. Lose weight. This I need to take seriously since I live in the land where less clothing is definitely more optimal. I used to be able to hide those ten pounds under sweaters, boots and excellently tailored pants. No longer possible. I have 3 weeks to lose some fattage that's hanging around my mid section. This one I must accomplish.
3. Eat less sugar. Uh huh. Right. I love sugar, too. Well, alright, enough is enough. I don't want to develop diabetes. I guess I should take this somewhat more seriously than I do.
4. Stop being so generous. This has become a fault with me; wherein I'm cutting off my means to make sure other people have what they need. That is not necessarily my responsibility and I need to realize it. This will be hard for me since our society is so f*cked up right now and most people are having a very difficult time financially.
5. I will beep my horn less at all these rotten Louisiana drivers as it seems to be the ultimate expression of bad manners here. They can cut you off, rear end you, cross the center line and cause your death, and all of that is more acceptable here than beeping a horn. I just like to beep my horn. Sometimes I do it for no reason. Boy do people get mad here when you beep your horn. It's sort of like talking with your mouth full of food.
6. I will increase my lap swimming time from 20 minutes to 30 minutes, and I will go to the pool a minimum of five days per week.
7. I will write a minimum of one page per day on anything that's not a blog, an e-mail or a Facebook post.
8. I will eat more fish and I will cook more creatively.
That's it. That's a lot. That's probably far less than what I need to do, but it's a start.
1. Cigarettes. Yes. Every year. On the list. Been two days since I lit up. All I can say is I enjoy being an addict and why wouldn't I? However, I do not enjoy having a cough or hearing about people I know who have developed COPD.
2. Lose weight. This I need to take seriously since I live in the land where less clothing is definitely more optimal. I used to be able to hide those ten pounds under sweaters, boots and excellently tailored pants. No longer possible. I have 3 weeks to lose some fattage that's hanging around my mid section. This one I must accomplish.
3. Eat less sugar. Uh huh. Right. I love sugar, too. Well, alright, enough is enough. I don't want to develop diabetes. I guess I should take this somewhat more seriously than I do.
4. Stop being so generous. This has become a fault with me; wherein I'm cutting off my means to make sure other people have what they need. That is not necessarily my responsibility and I need to realize it. This will be hard for me since our society is so f*cked up right now and most people are having a very difficult time financially.
5. I will beep my horn less at all these rotten Louisiana drivers as it seems to be the ultimate expression of bad manners here. They can cut you off, rear end you, cross the center line and cause your death, and all of that is more acceptable here than beeping a horn. I just like to beep my horn. Sometimes I do it for no reason. Boy do people get mad here when you beep your horn. It's sort of like talking with your mouth full of food.
6. I will increase my lap swimming time from 20 minutes to 30 minutes, and I will go to the pool a minimum of five days per week.
7. I will write a minimum of one page per day on anything that's not a blog, an e-mail or a Facebook post.
8. I will eat more fish and I will cook more creatively.
That's it. That's a lot. That's probably far less than what I need to do, but it's a start.
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