Wednesday, December 15, 2010
An Obituary printed in the London Times:
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser who responded, " Rome!? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to
Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're
going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman. "Not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful and I had a handsome 28-year-old
steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked; so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked
through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say ?"
He said: "Who the h**l did your hair?"
Monday, December 13, 2010
I went to see my GP this afternoon for a referral to a physiotherapist for the problem I have with heel spurs. I'm not getting better on my own and it's time to take care of this problem then mix my cardio workouts a little. I'm learning that if you do the same routine all the time, your body takes it for granted, i.e. the exercises become the norm for your body and soon it won't burn as many calories as before. So remember this: mix it up!
Anyways, my GP was quite impressed with my weight loss since I last seen her six months ago. I told her about you, SparkPeople, and suggested that she check it out for herself then that she pass it on to other overweight patients. I hope she follows through but I fear it went in one ear then out the other. I just wish I had more time with her to be a little more persuasive. But she'll see at my next visit and that will convince her for sure.
I was a bit, no that's not correct, I was very disappointed that there was such a difference between the numbers on her scale and those on mine (4.7 lbs in her favor). However, I weigh myself in my underwear at approx 9:30 a.m. on Mondays; she didn't! All the same... 4.7 lbs! Ffff.... That's a lot when you are trying to lose it. Still, I'll stick to the way I been measuring and reporting because I've been consistent since day one.
The snow is still blowing outside today; roads are closed due to poor visibility. My three poor little reindeer on the lawn are just about buried. Can't even switch their lights off. Will have to figure out a plan B for next year!
That's all I got today. Spark on!
Thursday, December 09, 2010
It's time to get serious again. Lately, I've been slacking a bit on SP. We've had to make a few shopping trips in the big city. Each time, it's been 'eating' at my momentum. I've brought my lunch a few times but it has not been possible at other times - mostly my fault for poor planning : ( DH is a junkie when it comes to food and so the pit stops were mostly at fast food joints and a few arguments would start because eating healthy at these places is more expensive. I gave in a few time, compensating those calories for good ones for the rest of the day. My exercises also have suffered; they haven't been as vigorous as I'd like them to be because I'm tired after a day shopping (which, by the way, I hate to do) and the long drive home afterward. Happily, most of it is behind us now and I have to get back on the saddle. No more excuses. I'm going to print in large letters my favorite quote by Art Turock:
“There's a difference between interest and commitment. When you're interested in doing something, you do it only when it's convenient. When you're committed to something, you accept no excuses; only results.”
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Boy! What a splurge! I had postponed having one a few times since I started SP but today was the day, you know, Christmas shopping and fast food. At 780 calories a shot, I can't afford to do it too often. But it is so yummy, even if around here they use mozzarella instead cheese curds : ( For those of you who don't know poutine, keep it this way - it will ruin you. All the same, I made sure that I did a little extra exercises today to make up for it and I've accounted for those 780 calories in my food journal. Spark on!
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