Stuck

You'd think S would be an easy enough letter, huh?  Seems my brain thinks differently.  If I think too Strenously, my brain will explode out of my ears.   So, I Sincerely apologize.   There will be no S today.   Sadly to Say, this may be my Swan Song.

Reminder

This is a Reminder to all those within the sound (or sight) of my words - YOU MATTER!   You are somebody's daughter, somebody's son.   You are quite possibly somebody's mother, father, wife, husband, sister, brother, cousin, aunt, uncle, grandmother, grandfather.   You are somebody's friend, somebody's neighbor, somebody's co-worker.   You are MY blogging buddy!

In this world of crazy, YOU MATTER!   The small (or big) kindnesses that you show every single day MATTER.   Help an old lady across the street.   Open that door for that person behind you.   Give that stranger a smile as you pass him by.    And Remember, to that old lady, or person, or stranger, at that moment, YOU MATTER!     And you Remind them that THEY MATTER.

So, Reminder to all - - WE ALL MATTER!

Quit

Have you ever felt like Quitting?  Me too.   (As I'm sure you could tell from my lame-O post the other day!)   I don't know if we just run out of juice, run out of motivation, run out of time, run out of heart, run out of courage.   I don't know.   I DO know, though, that some times it's okay to Quit.   Take Man vs. Food, for instance.   I think it would be A-okay for Adam Richman to Quit eating that 10 pound hamburger and 5 pounds of chili cheese fries in 30 minutes or less.   Better to Quit than to explode.    And it's probably okay to Quit your job if your family happens to be moving out of state.   Better to Quit than be abandoned.

There are times, though, when it is NOT okay to Quit.

It is NOT okay to Quit being a parent.   It is NOT okay to Quit obeying the law.  (It is okay, however, to try to CHANGE the law through proper channels.)    It is NOT okay to Quit on your beliefs just because the world says you're wrong.   It is NOT okay to Quit loving.  And it is NOT okay to Quit living just because it's hard sometimes.

Quit.  According to me.

Potato

As in couch Potato.   And I'm not just a single Potato, I'm a whole bag full of Potatoes.   A 10 pound bag.    You know, watching Archie Bunker sit in his chair and just vegetate . . . well, I used to think he was just a big fat lazy slob.  But, I get it now.  I totally get it.   Maybe I'M just a big fat lazy slob.   But I understand the whole attraction to that chair . . . or, in my case, my corner of the couch.   Yes, I have my own corner.   And if you dare to sit in it, you will get the eye.  The evil eye.   

But, lately I've been thinking that I should get up off my little corner of the couch every once in a while.  Move.  I'm not a big fat lazy slob.   Well, lazy sometimes . . . a little.   But after working all day long, my favorite thing to do when I get home is . . . nothing.   

There really is nothing redeemable about being a couch bag of Potatoes.  

So, I will try to change my mindset. I will sit less. Move more.   Little steps.   I will first become a 5 pound bag, instead of a 10 pound bag.   Then I will not be a bag at all.   Just a Potato.    Then a single french fry.   Maybe that will lead me to become an asparagus.     

Oh My Goodness!

Where did my "O" go?!   
Oh my! 

My "O" has fallen through a hOle! 
After it I gO!

Uh Oh!
The Oliens got it!

Nope. No Way. Never.

Nuh uh.  Niet.   Nunca.   No matter how you say it,  there are some things that I will NEVER eat, say, or be.   

I will Never eat liver.   I have seen Hannibal.   No, I will Never eat liver.  (Or fava beans, for  that matter.)

I will Never say the "F" word.   I think it is a very ugly word.   No, I will Never say fart.   (Or the other "F" word, for that matter.)

I will Never be "PC."   I think "PC" is a copout for doing what you really think is right but are afraid.    No, I will Never be "PC."   (I will Never be "Pretty Cool" either, for that matter.)

AND, I will Never lose my faith.   Nunca.   No way.   Nuh uh.  Never.

Movement

I decided this morning that I am going to start a Movement.    I just haven't decided about what.   What am I going to Move people to do?   

I definitely don't want to burn my bra.   As wonderful as that might feel (not the burning part but the not wearing one part), that's already been done.   I could start a Movement to . . . Move . . . but that's already been done as well.   And how boring is that anyway?   We really never stop Moving . . . until we die, that is.   True, the Movement may not be that noticeable.   But, in fact, we are moving constantly.    So a Movement to Move would be redundant (and boring).

I've got it!!  It could be a MOOvement . . . yes!  That's it!   Now, come on, people!  Rally round!  Who will join me in drinking chocolate milk??!!