Every year people make empty resolutions that they’ll never keep. Here are some lofty goals that I plan on never reaching in 2008:
Stop watching American Idol – it just rots my mind and I get really excited about the futures of these teenagers that mean absolutely nothing to me. And what’s with the idols not being very idol-like? I can’t even remember who won last season.
Leave my BlackBerry at home – I don’t need to have this electronic leash around my neck all the time. I know that I bought the BB (that’s what BlackBerry users call it) because I wanted to have instant access to my online world, but yesterday my mother was speaking at me and I looked up from my BB and had to say, “I’m sorry I didn’t hear anything you just said. How gross is that?
Give up Diet Coke – Aspartame is poison. And the strong addiction that I have to this drink it bad. Really bad. I shouldn’t have to walk around craving a can of chemicals like this. Give it up!
Don’t work so hard – You are only going to be 26 once. And sooner-than-later you’ll be 30. Then 50. Then dead. Don’t get all consumed with work like you usually do. Tell the boss once-in-awhile that you can’t do something because you’ve got social plans. Call in sick and go to the beach pool.
So what are your New Years resolutions that you don’t plan on keeping?
Both the canned “meat” product and the unsolicited electronic mail messages. And I get a lot of the second kind. Look:
Did you know that the name of the later actually comes from the first? The origin of the term for unwanted emails comes from the following Monty Python sketch where you’ll notice an undesirable repetition of the word SPAM.
I’ve mentioned it here before, but life in Queen Creek is so different than life was in Orange County. And don’t misinterpret–I’m not hating it.
It’s just different. One big difference is that you feel significantly less obligated to run little errands. Yes, I need to go get stamps and mail out that letter to Julie, but it can wait until the next time I am in town.
When I drive toward civilization I pass two things that really give me the hebegeebees:
A dairy farm
The tractor crossing sign (above)
Slowly I’ll get used to living here. I don’t plan on staying too long, anyway.
Over our Christmas dinner we got on the topic of my mom’s less-than-perfect memory, and my mom tried to tell us that it has diminished greatly in the past year or two.
“It hasn’t always been this bad,” my Mom said.
“Really?” asked Sister Julie. “Do you remember the time when you walked me to school on a Saturday?”
I guess when Julie was in kindergarten my mom forgot that it was Saturday and got Julie ready for school. So her memory has been bad for at least 25 or 26 years.
Diabetes Mine is one of my daily reads. It’s a diabetes-blog written by Amy Tendrich. Today she posted about a little diabetes etiquette card that can be given to the “others” and helps them interact with people living with diabetes.
1) DON’T offer unsolicited advice about my eating or other aspects of diabetes.
2) DO realize and appreciate that diabetes is hard work.
3) DON’T tell me horror stories about your grandmother or other people with diabetes you have heard about.
4) DO offer to join me in making healthy lifestyle changes.
5) DON’T look so horrified when I check my blood sugars or give myself and injection.
6) DO ask how you might be helpful.
7) DON’T offer thoughtless reassurances {i.e. “it could be worse, you could have cancer!} DO be supportive of my efforts for self-care.
9) DON’T peek at or comment on my blood glucose numbers without asking me first.
10) DO offer your love and encouragement.
Amy is guessing that the cards will come out in February. I should order a few dozen to distribute.
The Arizona sky is so much prettier than anything I saw in Orange County. Occasionally in So. California we would have a pretty sunset, but here in Arizona it seems that all of them are something to look at.
My parents (and me for now) live about 50 miles from civilization, and the number of stars that are visible here is astonishing.
On Tuesday I went on a walk with my Mom after dinner (brrrrrrrrr) and the moon was huge and yellow and freaking beautiful. I just had to share.
I come across websites all the time that I’m going to start posting here in a weekly post called “World-wide Wednesday.”
The Wish Jar - I own two of Keri Smith’s books, and this is a link to her blog. She’s kind of a master at inspiring people to create. Kind of like a mass-produced muse. And her hand-written style is way cute.
Merchant No. 4 - They’ve become known for their little baby-hand soaps (see below). They’ve got a few other fun things (plastic cup wine glasses?!?), and their prices are pretty reasonable.
SomeEcards.com – This isn’t exactly a new find. I’ve seen these e-cards all over in the past. Alexis had one of them as her computer background for months. My personal favorite is the “Thank you for taking one hand off your Black Berry to finger-bang me.” Enjoy!
The family went to a movie and dinner last night, and they decided that they wanted to see Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story.
I was hesitant, but there wasn’t any other movie out that we would all agree on (“There’s that new Nicholas Cage movie,” my mom suggested…ha!).
And as suspected, this movie was pretty lame. It had a few funny moments, but the stupid moments far outweighed the funny. There was full frontal male nudity, but it wasn’t even good full-frontal.
The soundtrack will be a long one, but there is only one song that is even worth your time. It’s a song called “Lets Duet Together” which is filled with “unintentional” sexual innuendos. Its sung by John C. Riley and Jenna Fischer (Pam from The Office). Instead of watching this movie for this one song, I’ve posted here for you:
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DO be supportive of my efforts for self-care.
