Friday, May 23, 2014
as well as the ones who did. Thank you for your service, and for your willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice to protect your homes and country.
Memorial Day honors our fallen dead--and celebrates our honored living--the men and women who fought for our freedom never knowing whether they would celebrate the next Veterans' Day . . . or be celebrated themselves on Memorial Day--and all of the "little soldiers" like this child who was robbed of a boy's precious memories of being Dad's Best Friend.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
and how could I say no?
Sparkers forgive me for I have sinned. It has been several months since I last tracked my nutrition and exercise--but it's nowhere nearly that long since I applied the lessons learned or visited the gym (which is the only way I managed to make it through the holidays without a great deal of self-recrimination). The good news (for me) is that even though I've leapt off the wagon once or twice--with both feet--I've climbed back on again. I even made the chicken paprikash recipe posted on Spark the other day (tweaked it a little, but just by adding fresh mushrooms and using Uncle Ben's brown rice). I enjoyed it!
(I think next time I am going to make a version of chicken a la king--which I haven't had in years--using the same basic recipe but adding some peas and carrots.) My main problem is not having enough hours in the day--and having a coworker with a preschool-age child who insists on coming to work sick, because he doesn't want to use up his vacation time (instead, he makes me use mine). I've tried to tell him that what young people get over in a day or two lasts much longer for us older folks, but as it is with many millennials, it's all about him--and he keeps doing it. I've been coughing for months, and had some sort of respiratory infection since before Christmas (I just finished the antibiotics that made it go away). I have a hard enough time dragging myself to the gym when I'm feeling well--but when I'm not . . .
I do wish this season (whatever it is) would decide what it wants to be when it grows up. I was slipping on ice in the parking lot yesterday--but I took the dogs for a nice long (and very comfortable) walk in short sleeves this afternoon (it's over 70 degrees here today, and will be in the mid-70s tomorrow!!). I just turned the A/C on. There is no global warming. There is no global warming. There is no global warming.
(I know, because Dubya told me so.)
Friday, July 20, 2012
I am sickened and saddened by today’s events in Colorado. Lord help a nation that produces affluent, intelligent young people who think it’s their God-given right to take out their disappointments and frustrations on innocent victims who have never done them any harm, and Lord help the victims, their families, and all of those who have suffered collateral damage as a result of the actions of this psychopath. Youngsters today grow up immersed in violence, from the television programs they watch to the movies they see to the video games they play—and just as doctors and nurses and rescue workers become hardened to the sight of blood and suffering, because they have to, seeing it day after day, so kids who see acts of vindictive and wanton cruelty everywhere they turn are desensitized to the horror of such events. The ten-year old girl who escaped an abductor this week did so by imitating something she’d seen on _Law & Order: Special Victims Unit_--a show I find too disturbing to watch at bedtime, though I am several times her senior. There was a 6-year old and an infant in that theatre at midnight last night—and heaven only knows how many tweens and teens. Please, parents, think twice and three and four times before you allow your impressionable youngsters to become immune to man’s cruelty to man. Haven’t we lost enough people to senseless, stupid, selfish violence in this country, and this world?
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Deck plants watered; lawn mowed; some humongous hostas trimmed back and transplanted outside my back fence (I am the only one with full garden, front and back, and now the only one with a garden beyond). Why people buy houses when they have no inclination for or intention of maintaining their property I will never know--but around here, there are more people who don't than do. (Like anything else, it's only hard work if you don't enjoy it.) Got myself filthy hauling mulch, but it will have to wait for another day . . . have to re-shower and get going for a 12:30 PM appointment. Meanwhile, I'm pleased to see that planting an abundance of what I *do* want is doing a good job of keeping out what I *don't* (my neighbors' abundant weeds!!)--and my little lawn is crabgrass free. Even the dogs love to be in the garden! Today I had Zack (the notorious runaway) out there with me, and had to have the gate open because I was transplanting hostas. He quite contentedly munched on "salad" then lay down in the sun, watching me. He never once made a move toward the wide open gate--which made me very happy, indeed! Hope all of you get a chance to go out and play in the sunshine!
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
No, not my weight--not even my commitment . . . just my life. Deja vu all over again, the children finally kicked me out of Romper Room on 15 May. I have the distinction of being the last of eleven over-50s to go, in rapid succession. Guess they were trying to maximize their final "take," having just merged with (and relinquished all decision-making power to) another little company. I was a mess for a couple of days (I'd *just* managed to get a refinance application in process, and was halfway through the cycle when this happened), but God closes a door and opens a window. I've been working out midday, M-W-F, sticking to my food plan, and have lost about 5 lbs. I also have another job, as soon as my security clearance is transferred. Meanwhile, I am studying for a big certification exam I am going to be taking at the end of the month . . . like the Activia commercial says, "So--I'm over 50. So, what am I--done????!!!" Not this girl. I admit that sometimes I feel like one of those roly-poly punching bags we played with as kids--only without the ability to bounce back up again the way I used to--but I'm far from "done"! This job will mean a worse commute, and an earlier train, but my boss is my age, they're a much more stable and people-focused company, I can still go through with the refi, and I even get a small raise. Put that in your Huggies, rugrats! You'll have to get someone else to be the grown-up in your sandbox! I'm moving on, and have no need to look back!
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