Another year down the drain. The older I get, the faster they go. I wish there were some kind of potion we could take to slow things down a bit. But there isn't, so I just have to go with the flow as they say.
This past year didn't hold any great surprises for a change. Other than me falling, stumbling, tripping, well you get the picture...but that is nothing new. I have been doing that all my life so why change now?
I can only hope that 2011 will not hold any major surprises either. I like when things go along nice and smoothly, one day melting into another. No major stress, nice and easy. Keeping my fingers crossed.
See you all next year!
Unless something comes up between now and then.
This is exactly how I felt after the Giants got whooped badly by the bullies of Philadelphia...the Eagles. The Giants were 21 points ahead with 8 minutes and change to go in the fourth quarter and they still lost.
Just one more reason for me to not like the Eagles. The main reason? Michael Vick. The next reason? Andy Reid and his naughty sons. It seems as if the teams with the bad boys get the biggest piece of the pie these days. When will justice ever be served? When will the good guys start to get the accolades they so richly deserve?
And I'm not saying that because I'm a Giants fan. I really do feel that the Eagles are getting away with a lot more than they should be. These days, they make my stomach churn. And I won't even go into detail my reaction when the final touchdown was made by that Jackson kid. It may have been Sunday but you would never have known that if you were in my house at that moment.
The Giants will be playing the Green Bay Packers this weekend and if they win their game they will get a playoff berth. I am keeping my fingers (and toes) crossed for that to happen.
Why is it that there are so many people complaining about things that don't concern them? Just because they want to be heard? Or are they chronic complainers? Or do they just want to hear themselves talk? Or are they that lonely with nothing better to do?
These types of people are growing in number at an alarming rate in my estimation. When I hear these things they complain about, I just want to walk up to them, get in their face, grab them by the ears (maybe) and say, ever so softly, What is wrong with you? And then I just want to tell them to get a life and slap them into next year.
OK, I feel a lot better now. Oops, I just became one of them, didn't I? Seriously, you would be surprised some of the things my husband tells me that people complain about when he comes back from a township meeting. Unbelievable. I don't go to those meetings for one simple reason. I'd probably harm someone by ripping their ears off.
OK, I have about had enough of this cold weather now and am going into hibernation. What? Oh, sorry, I can't do that. Well, I could if I wanted to but it's not very feasible for a human to do it. But still, if we could I would be the first to do so. I really, really, really hate this cold weather. When I was a kid it didn't bother me. I used to run outside barefoot in the snow and think nothing of it. My mother didn't like the idea, so I would do it when she wasn't looking. Because I did that as a child, I have built up a great immune system. At least something worked out well.
This is only mid December. It is not supposed to get this cold in these parts until January. Who is monkeying with our weather? Whoever it is, please go the hell away...and stay away. I can't afford to move to a warmer climate. I have too much invested in this house and property. What would I do with my cat colony outside? No, it just wouldn't work. So I am stuck year after year in Siberia-like crap.
I always used to wonder what my parents were thinking when they decided to have me in this part of the country. Or even this country. I would have much preferred to have been born where it is warm most of the time. I don't think I would be as crabby or cranky or any of those other words describing a person who is malcontent with what life has thrown at her in the way of nasty frigid weather. Know what I mean? It just ain't fair. I didn't ask to be born here.
Oh yeah, I guess I could have done something about it at an earlier age, but nothing was thrown my way so I stuck it out here in friggin' cold Pennsylvania, land of the popsicles. And just think...at least three and a half months till warmer weather arrives. At least by then the racing season will have started, and that will be enough to keep my mouth shut from all this complaining.
I am spending most of today baking. That will keep me warm.
It turned out to be a good day for me in that I accomplished more than I thought I would as far as decorating for Christmas was concerned. I was busy most of the day. I will finish it on Sunday.
I thought I was going to really have to hustle to get it all done before the football game at 1:00, but the Giants-Vikings game has been postponed until Monday evening at 8:00 due to a blizzard in Minnesota. That's OK because now I don't have to rush to get done what needs to be done.
What would a day like Saturday be if I didn't have one of my famous accidents? All my Christmas stuff is in the basement, in totes. Needless to say I was up and down those steps all day. I was also doing some vacuuming and other things in between decorating. At one point I made a stupid decision to take my socks off. I went downstairs and when I got to the bottom landing (there are two more steps after that) my foot slipped off the landing and down I went. Right on my butt and then forward so that my hands were on the basement and I was kind of like in a kneeling position. At the time all I could think of was I probably put another crack in my ass.
Everything is still kind of sore but I hope it's not too bad in the morning. If it is I will sit in a corner with one of my wine bottles. Yeah, like that's going to happen.
Remember my post on November 17th titled "What Went Wrong"?
While reading the newspaper a few days ago I made a remarkable discovery. Someone questioned the consumption of black licorice possibly causing certain severe side effects. Reading on, I discovered that people with high blood pressure should NOT eat black licorice because it aggravates the condition and makes it worse than what it already is. It also causes severe Migraine-like headaches. Holy crap! I have been eating at least one ounce of Australian-type black licorice daily for at least three months, ever since it was presented to me at a local candy shop. Australian black licorice is made from the actual licorice root. It's expensive to say the least. I paid $10 for half a pound that day. But like a junkie, I was desperate for it. I wish I had never bought the stuff now that I look back on it.
And I would not have bought it had I remembered to get the regular licorice I had been buying every week at my regular grocery store. But I forgot to get it that particular day. So my husband went on the hunt and the first store we stopped at (in our neighborhood) had this Australian stuff. I never heard of it. I tasted it and from then on I never went back to what I was buying before.
When I finished reading that article in the newspaper I decided I needed to do some researching and so I looked up the word glycyrrhizin which is the sweet-tasting compound from the licorice root. As I read each entry I soon became quite scared. I had been on the road to possibly killing myself had I kept up eating just one ounce a day. It has been known to cause heart attacks. Some days I ate more than an ounce. I am human, you know.
I also found that it can counteract blood pressure medication. And the one pill my doctor doubled the dosage for me was on that list. When I finished my research I went right to where my supply was and found I had only two days' worth left meaning there was two ounces in the dish. Those went right into the garbage. I was prepared to buy a new supply the following day, so I am glad I found out about it before I did that.
I don't understand why licorice does not come with a warning. Or why some doctors don't warn their patients about eating it after they have prescribed drugs for hypertension. In my case, it took almost three months for the side effects to pile up until that morning when I was wobbly once I was out of bed, and then the severe headaches that followed that. So it's a good thing I had a doctor's appointment a few days later or I could be sleeping with the fishies by now.
I would like to extend my congratulations to Dale Earnhardt, Jr., on winning his eighth consecutive award for Most Popular Driver in the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series.
