Am I getting old or lazy or what?
I walk every morning. Except when there is lightning. Or a tornado warning. Or a quarter inch sheet of glare ice covering everything and tree branches and power lines falling down. Or when it’s below about zero. Or above about 95.
Driving rain? As long as there isn’t any lightning within 100 miles or so, I am out there. Except for this morning. It was raining cats and dogs, 35 degrees, and there was enough wind that when I got to work [a couple hours later], I almost couldn’t get the Ninja’s door open and there was a small river running underneath the car. Aw, what the heck? I gave myself a pass this morning. I may have to give myself a pass tomorrow morning too but it won’t be because of rain (I don’t think) or laziness. It’ll be because I am shoveling snow. Which isn’t really a pass, it’s just an alternate means of exercise and that could be a good thing because I will be using muscles I haven’t used in a while.
And I am grumpy. I am grumpy about political stuff. Local, state, national, you name it. Fer kee-reist. I don’t like to talk politics too often. First, I am not a Repug (yes, I wrote that, the Republican party has moved way way way to the right of me) or a Dem or a Libertarian or whatever. I am a little bit of all of those things. I am an independent. I see issues (and people) in RGB [google it] rather than B/W. Also, I do not always understand the issues all that well. But I am trying!
I am grumpy about a lot of local politics but I’ll spare you the gory details. I am grumpy about a lot of state stuff but one issue that particularly comes to mind is the state Repugs recent attempt to pass an anti-bullying law that would EXEMPT people who bully because of religious or moral convictions! SAY WHAT??? Now, the bit of libertarian in me wonders why the heck we NEED a blasted bullying law. You know, “shouldn’t the parents be taking care of this?” As The Commander used to tell me and my fearless friend Laurie P., “fight your own battles.” Free-range kid? Well, sometimes… I was rarely bullied or even teased. In grade school, I was even picked first for sports stuff a lot of times. Still, my self-esteem nose-dived upon entering junior high and, although I was not teased, I was very very very low in the pecking order. Or at least I thought I was. I think that feeling of being at the bottom of the totem pole, whether true or not, has affected my adult life. I have a wonderful life and a good job but I often wonder what my life would be like if I had had more support for the emotional issues I endured during those very difficult years. Support that cannot always come from parents. Most of our junior high / middle schools do a horrible job of creating a community where kids are valued for themselves rather than their clothes or sports achievements [or discipline referrals] or whatever. Students who brown-nose teachers get the best perks, whether or not they are the best students. If we truly need an anti-bullying law, it needs to make clear that there are NO EXCEPTIONS!!!! I think I have run out of steam on that issue and maybe have not made my point.
National? Herman Cain will you please drop out? Of course, if you do, who knows which one of the non-Romney idiots (yes, I said that) will be the next flavor of the week. Yes, I know that Newt is currently that flavor. For the record, I am not crazy about Romney either. You guys, if you want the independent vote, you will have to do better and stop pandering to the tea-baggers.
It’s not snowing yet (that I know of (and maybe it won’t)) but it was an ugly commute home in the driving rain and the GG was almost hit in his own parking lot by some f-wad (again, sorry for the language).
I am feeling an almost overwhelming need to visit Briarwood Mall [or maybe Twelve Oaks or Somerset…] in the not-too-distant future. What is up with that?
Garumph and good night! –KW
P. S. Love y’all no matter what yer polly-ticks are.
November 29th, 2011 at 8:52 pm
Nice Post!
November 29th, 2011 at 9:31 pm
Great points and I AGREE with you! I run in the rain but geared up in my bumble bee coat, a cap and water proof(sort of) pants. It’s miserable. Politics are crazy these days; I could tear my hair out in frustration or have a beer or two. Hmmm.