Some Thoughts on 2014

OK, what are you looking at?  Yes, I've been on a diet for almost five weeks now.  I was trying to get a head start.  Yesterday I received a pedometer in the mail from my diet coach.  It came with instructions on how to use it.  One of the first things in the instructional pamphlet was "Do not ingest the battery, battery cover, or security strap."  They must have contacts inside the NSA.  I was just thinking how I'd kill for a nice tasty Lithium Coin Battery.  Sorry about not getting out the Christmas Letter this year.  I was trying to delete spam e-mails and "Like" all of your Facebook posts.  My life is a blur of excitement.  When I am not reading dieting instructions, measuring food amounts, and recording my daily activity in my diet journal, I am watching football. I'll bet you didn't know this;

No wonder I can sleep for three hours and still get the most important parts of the game.  The rest of the time is spent on time outs, commercials, booth reviews, penalty explanations, sports babe blathering, ex-player/ex-coach analysis, aligning the ball, equipment adjustment, regaining consciousness, waiting for temper tantrums to subside, and finally more sports babe interviews. What a rush.  I rarely go to games at the stadium because you end up watching it on T.V. anyway, and the ticket costs are about the same as my yearly Medi-Care premiums.

It looks like there is a lot of money in professional football.  Next year, the lowest paid rookie will make $420,000 a year.  Knowing that, I was surprised to find that;

My meager interest earnings are taxed along with just about everything else in my life.  Thank you IRS.  You may need those billions of 9 mm bullets when I let this cat out of the bag.  No wonder Jerry Jones does so well.  He's found the perfect racket.  I'll bet you didn't know that;

I'll bet if he saw basketball today, he would recommend helmets for it too.  I don't even recognize the game anymore.  Players maul each other the entire length of the court, they travel, double dribble, palm the ball, and hang from the basket rim.  I don't know how the refs even recognize a foul in all of the mayhem.  Well, I digress.  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that you will have a blessed 2014.

I must go now and update all of my electronic devices.  The daily update ritual is about to begin.  Just when I get comfortable with one site, they change it entirely.

The last day of 2010

My pearl snap buttons are still snapped and I think I've finally licked my bout with anorexia.  However, I've had a lot of sleeping sickness this year.  Thinking about how much longer we have to go before we are able to elect some more competent leadership tires me.  Incompetence seems to be epidemic.  Standing in line at the U. S. Post Office wondering which one of the three clerks will go on break before I get there wears me out.

I watched one of our local garbage collection units yesterday as he came through the neighborhood.  The wind was gusty, as it is much of the year, and it was the first collection since Christmas.  These new trucks are automated and have only a driver.  You remember the old ones with two guys hanging on at the rear picking up the cans and dumping them into the hopper.  When they dropped something, they could pick it up.  The new ones have an automated gripper on the side that traps the can and lifts it high above the truck dumping it into a port at the top.  When there is a sustained wind and lots of garbage, these units are less than successful in their task.  Our driver seemed to be oblivious to the trash he was scattering all over the neighborhood.  I tried to help in our cul-de-sac, but the wind was ahead of me most of the time.  Getting back to the post office, our mailman was standing at one of the multiple box stands they use to keep from having to deliver door to door and he was letting the advertising mail blow in the wind too.

It is getting harder and harder to find folks who take pride in their work.  For one thing, it is almost impossible to get rid of those who don't.  Fire someone and you'll have a bevy of  lawyers on your doorstep along with enough government bureaucrats to fill Jerry Jones new stadium.  If you happen to succeed in your efforts, the dolt you fired can stay on the government teat for two years.  More if the U. S. Senate has a say.

I'm trying to stay awake long enough to take part in the solution, but I'm unwilling to take anti-depressants for my symptoms, so I just take a nap.  I keep attempting to write resolutions but they all seem out of reach.  I have managed to clean out the refrigerator.  The only desert left is the coconut cake and maybe it will be gone by tonight.  We are invited to a New Year's Eve party tonight.  Most of the guests are our age and older.  The invitation read; "From 6:30 P.M. until...."  With our age bracket you could add, "until 9:30 P.M." and be safe.

If you find any T.V. shows fit to watch next year please send me an e-mail with your recommendations.  I don't know about you, but I don't intend to watch the Oprah Winfrey Network regardless of what she gives away.  Have a wonderful New Year's Eve.  Remember to eat some greens for money, black eyed peas for luck, and cornbread just because you like it.  We have a lot to do in the next two years.  I'll talk with you next year.

"Always be full of joy in the Lord; I say it again, rejoice!  Let everyone see that your unselfish and considerate in all you do.  Remember that the Lord is coming soon.  Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything; tell God your needs and don't forget to thank him for his answers.  If you do this you will experience God's peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will keep your thoughts and your hearts quiet and at rest as you trust in Christ Jesus."  Philippians 4: 4 -7