Come on over…the party started.
It’s been over a month since I last wholeheartedly documented anything going on in my life, let alone commented about the political quagmire we find ourselves in here in the United States or pathetic grammar usage on the part of others. So, what have I been doing then?
Well, what have I not been doing?
I have been working my little tail off selling a service we all use. I have been trying to make that little tail of mine even smaller though step classes. I have been throwing myself into novels written for teenage girls, or “ten year olds,” as Dave puts it. I have been avoiding wedding planning because I cannot stand to think about how much a wedding costs. I have been sleeping in on Saturday mornings. I have been cooking dinner. I have been dining out with Dave. I have been taking Aries to the vet because she refuses to cease butt licking.
Even now, I am writing this at a Panera location in Norman, Oklahoma. I am avoiding the misty, horrible-for-my hair rain that is falling outside. I am tired and even a little caffination in the form of my favorite tea – Earl Grey - serves little as a pick me up. I just want to go home and curl up under the covers and read Eclipse. Oh yes, even I have fallen victim to the Twilight, but the mailman who delivered my box set yesterday set me off on the chain reaction from hell.
I am aggravated by the misuse of certain words, so I want to clarify them with the audience.
1. Hence means “for this reason.”
2. Therefore means “for this reason.” It is usually used in Mathematics.
3. Thus means “in this way.”
SO (most commonly used), thus is NEITHER interchangeable with hence NOR therefore.
Stop acting like they are!
My fitness goals are not where I want them to be, and not for lack of effort. Except for last week, which was a wash, because Dave was sick, and, really, I had no excuse, but I stayed home with him anyway. Motivation central right here, dontcha know. This week Dave and I plan to get back on the treadmills. I am sort of disappointed with myself over last week, too; I was really starting to see improvements in my speed and pacing.
However, I don’t feel that it is enough to just join a gym, work out on a regular schedule, and eat healthier (which I already do – we’re whole grain and low-fat HQ in this apartment). Hence, I’m considering joining Team in Training (TNT). It is an organization that benefits the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. They offer coaches for marathons, half marathons, walks, triathalons, and road racing. In turn, you raise money for the society in order to participate in an event, and then you also Patient Honoree, a person whose life has been affected by blood cancer.
Because I love philanthropic events ranging from the MS road races to Habitat for Humanity, I think the opportunity to train and run with Team in Training is my kind of way to both get in shape physically, but also benefit another person. It’s like Abraham Lincoln said, “It’s not the years in your life. It’s the life in your years.”
I am excited to hear from TNT, and I am hoping to train for a half marathon (16 miles!) to start.
I am still baffled by the media circus that surrounds the baby factory named Nadya Suleman. This also applies to Jon, Kate, and the crazies in Arkansas with the last name Duggars. Regardless of what kind of power or being you answer to, your output to society does not equal your input. Not one deserves the attention spectacle that has followed the aforementioned families, and they certainly do not deserve the handouts, promotions, and huge paychecks that followed their exploitation of their children.
Dave and I constantly discuss our future plans for children. Dave wants only one, but I want two. It will be a contentious issue until Baby #1 is born into this world, and then we’ll see who really wins the bid. But my point is this: our argument on the number of children to bear is born out of the fear of how to provide for those children. Dave fears we will not be able to provide enough attention or resources to more than one child, and I disagree. For two 26 year-old adults, we live a rather nice life. Nicer than any other person my age (that I can recall).
This is not to brag, but to prove a point. If one of the struggles we tackle everyday is the future speculation of our resources and provisions to ensure a good life to at most two children, I cannot imagine how a woman with 14 children intends to provide for them without government assistance, as she claims she will not need to accept. In one year I alone make more than the average American household, and Dave makes at least twice what I do, and we worry about whether or not we can afford these children with our own money. This woman has got to be fucking kidding me if she thinks I have one ounce of sympathy for her.
And you know what? I do not. I also believe that children services should be knocking on her mother’s door and removing the children from her household. I also believe that the doctor responsible for this blasphemy should be required to front the funds for their birth and subsequent raising. By his hands and her craziness, there are fourteen children who cannot be cared for by one person.
I hope she finds this blog, or any like it, and experiences a moment of reflection. I hope she reaches deep inside herself to find out why she lied to her mother about her disability checks, the plastic surgery, the well-manicured nails, and the insatiable appetite for bringing children into this world, children for whom she will not be able to solely provide. I hope she understands the widespread pain and anger many people will experience due to her poor, unethical choices. I hope the doctor that performed these IVFs is shamed out of his profession. I hope the media is ashamed of the foam at their mouths as they outstretched millions for interviews, photos, and ghost-written novels about the trials and tribulations of a clown car vagina, whose owner I am no longer sure knows how to drive the car.
And I am ashamed that every one of us, even me, is giving this situation another punce of spotlight. It is time to dethrone the baby-crazed families, God speaking to them or not, and regain some sense of morality and ethics when it comes to the responsibility of another human’s life. It is not right or fair to showcase the innocent life of a child born to a greedy parent, and it is certainly shameful to shower the greedy with exactly what they want: money, money, money.
I am a Republican, and I most definitely do not support any economic “recovery” bill that, in the words of our great Senator Jim Inhofe, ” is 97% spending, and 7% stimulation.”
The current government leads you to believe that all this pork-laden, interest-group-fed spending will become the next New Deal. If government officials had an actual education in economics, they would understand that the reverse of this bill would be a better process. Money should be flooded to banks, where it should be strictly used as loans, gauranteed by the Federal Government, and given to people, who in turn will do what ought to be done with it: build homes and buy cars. And that’s just the layman’s version of what should be done. Milton Friedman could write novels on how this is the most terrible idea in the world. If you want financial confidence to return to America, spending all of our taxes on pet projects is not the way to gain my faith. Some examples?
- Television is a privilege, not a right, everyone: $650 Million for digital TV coupons…and another $90 Million to educate “vulnerable populations.” What – wait a second – who and what is a vulnerable population? I’m paying taxes to help someone who probably can’t afford to watch TV to get a converter box to continue to watch it? For the cost of the box you could almost purchase a new, compatible TV.
- I love the arts, but giving the National Endowment for the Arts $50 Million will not stimulate the economy. In fact, it hits such a small portion of the population it won’t have much of an effect. If we’re going in the direction of the redistribution of wealth, why don’t we try to hit on projects that effect everyone! Socialism wouldn’t play favorites.
- As a debt-ridden college graduate, I love this one: $6 Billion for University Building projects. Really? How about you first mandate a decrease in the overall cost of tuition to even make it a viable option for students who want an education and be able to afford a decent living once they are through with college. Universities have plenty of money – tell them to stop paying for cars and houses for their presidents. Cut the fat from the pork before you hand over more.
- Obama’s “Making Work Pay” tax credits come back as a REBATE CHECK. Did no one learn from last year’s rebate check, which did absolutely nothing to boost consumption? You know what I used my rebate check for? I paid bills. I didn’t use it to purchase a car or a home or something mighty-fine from the mall. Neither did the rest of America! CUT RATES, not CHECKS. Those low income folks that do not pay taxes could probably use another one of my paychecks.
- Ever ride Amtrak? No? Really? I’m surprised then that the US government finds it necessary to dump $850 Million into a project that has never, ever turned a profit once in its existence. What incentive do people have to ride a train – except for the people that live around Washington, DC as they are the only ones I have ever seen on an Amtrak – that takes forever to get to any destination. Maybe if we had the TGV or the super trains of Japan, but we do not. We are spending hundreds of million to improve a network that no one will continue to use.
It angers me that someone would insinuate that because someone doesn’t support this “recovery” bill, that I must be a Republican that hates America, and I will now need to explain that to the general public. I do not call it hate, I call it due diligence and caution. Flooding government projects with money is a typical Democratic way of fixing a problem that ultimately never gets fixed. All I hear from the left-wing is to hurry! Hurry! Hurry! If we don’t start spending all this tax payer money (that we’ll all have to pay back eventually) now, we’re on the brink of destruction. Our lives will end, and guess who you get to blame? Republicans, of course. When a government decides it wants to spend $780 billion dollars, I think it warrants a discussion that lasts a little longer than a few weeks. Do you know what happens when discussions become meaningful and intuitive? The more this package is discussed, the more disgusted people become with the rampant spending and pork.
I guess when someone makes the blanket statement that Republicans must hate America if they do not pass this bill it really means that I hate Mob Musuems and water parks in Florida. Yes, shame on me. I’m a bad person for expecting diligence and care to something that will impact us not just today and tomorrow, but for years (possibly decades) to come. I think I can live with myself for that.
P.S. Take a look at what has already been cut: http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/02/07/stimulus.cuts/index.html
I must really hate America for not wanting to $98 million on school nutrition. I bet that would have made up for the 80,000 jobs we lost the other day!
But it is so damn good for my weight loss goal. The funny thing is my legs hurt more when I run slower than when I crank up the treadmill and start to wobble all over the place. Okay, I have some control of my arms when running (unlike when burning food) because I tend to look more awkward than Forrest Gump racing across America if I do not attempt to keep them still, but geez, I cannot control the bobble head that begins when I start to bonk.
For those of you that have never, ever done anything remotely athletic or are one of those people to claim to be some sort of athlete, like a cheerleader for instance, and you never were, let me clarify “bonk.” I’m slightly worried your minds fell into the gutter. Bonk sounds dirty. However! This is a clean place of literacy, wash your foul eyes with soap (or saline solution).
Bonk: the condition when an athlete suddenly loses energy and becomes fatigued, the result of glycogen stores in the liver and muscles becoming depleted. One could also refer to this as “hitting the wall,” but the word “bonk” is so much more fun to say aloud. You know you just felt compelled to do so.
Anyway, when the bonking begins, my head suddenly feels as though there is no neck. Instead, I feel as though there is a small spring between the cranium and my spinal cord, allowing my head to freely move all over the place. You think that looks awkward? Add ear buds attached to a bright white cord slashing through the air in the same motion and I look like an 80s hair band concert reject. Especially since my hair is neither teased nor bleached to death. I am an Aveda salon snob, which I think runs in my family.
Dude, I tangent so much it is not funny. I feel like someone should hold a carrot over my face in front of the laptop in order for me to have any direction. And by carrot I mean Godiva chocolates. That is motivation for a girl on a mission to get fit! And utterly, sinfully counterproductive.
Back to running (another segue to return to topic): it sucks. But I find that every person I meet that is passionate about something actually hates him/herself or something about that sport which they claim to be diehard, hopelessly in love with…and that makes absolutely no sense to rational people that eat food when they feel emotional. How can one be passionate about something and hate it?
Easy: while you suffer through it and your inability to be exceptionally awesome at the sport is soooo embarrassing you wish you could wear a mask while attempting it, it feels so amazingly awesome to have done it at the end. When all is said and done and I am finished with dispensing too many cliches and metaphors in a paragraph, you just feel good. Sweaty, pink-faced, and good. And that is what makes it worth it for me to run. That is what makes me begrudgingly smoosh my finger on the up-tempo button to get my bobblehead going faster.
So, while I have not fallen head-over-heels in love with the rubber mat of the treadmill and stinky smell of gym rats, I have to admit that I maybe do not hate it as much as I once did. Maybe I actually like a masochism. Isn’t that what being an athlete is at the very root of the whole idea?