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??!!  

Sssh. Listen.

Sometimes we need to shut everything else out and just Listen.   Listen to the still small voice whispering in your ear.   Whispering encouragement, whispering love, whispering hope.  Sssh.   Just Listen.  You'll be amazed how much you can hear.

I Konfess

I know.   You don't have to tell me.   I was fifth grade spelling bee champion.  I know that Konfess doesn't start with a K.   I'm being kute and kreative.    But back to my konfession.

I'm addicted.  Yes, I said it.  I have an addiction.  My drug of choice?   Reality TV.  I can't get enough.   I don't have needle marks, but I DO have calluses on my thumbs.   And they hurt.   I know.  It's pathetic.  And I am so ashamed.   But there's nothing I can do to stop it.  Well, I guess that's not true, is it?   I could simply turn the TV off.   I could read a book.   I could take a walk.  I could do lots of things.    But I don't WANT to do other things.  I'd rather watch the ghostly antics of Zac and the GAC, or watch Teresa beat down the other New Jersey Housewives.    Or see what's in those storage units, and how much the Pawn Stars will pay for that 'ancient' ninja sword.

I just don't have the motivation to turn the TV off.   I don't have the power to QUIT.   I think I need a methadone program, but for reality TV.   Or maybe an intervention.   But I'm still able to function and my teeth still look nice, so maybe the intervention is a little premature.  

Oh my!  Look at the time!   I've got to go see who gets voted off the island!  

S.O.S.

Ok, I know that it's not time for the letter "S" or even the letter "O" - - this isn't about the A to Z.    I have a question for all of you who are WAY smarter than I am.   I have a blogger friend who would like to put a 'followers' gadget on her side bar.   However, all she (we) can find is the Google+ followers gadget.    Is the one that I have (and most of you have) extinct/ obsolete now??!   

HELP!!