If you are suffering from albinism then apparently it is worth $75,000. According to an article in the Buffalo News yesterday, albinos are being hunted, persecuted and killed. Witch doctors in Tanzania have propagated the belief that the body parts of albinos provide for good fortune. So said parts are being eaten or maintained as talisman. These people who have done nothing but suffer from a disease completely out of their control are having to deal this bizarre twist to the "Most Dangerous Game". How does this happen in this day and age?
I belief it is the lack of an educated people that creates this nonsense. Many people, politicians included, complain about the money this country sends to try an educate underdeveloped countries. Well this behavior justifies the need for that investment. When you cannot read and think for yourself, witch doctor prophecies provide the perfect direction. A utter absence of science and a total belief in the mystical make this common ground for some people.
The sad b=part is you can see it in our country. Is it such a stretch to belief that people here can be easily swayed? Maybe not by witch doctors or a lack of education but by an intentional closing of one's eyes to the truth in front of you. When you start to ignore science you almost free yourself form responsibility. Take for example Global Warming. How many symposiums, books, and scientists need to confirm this risk before it is believed as fact? And what about our lovely Republican panel of presidential nominees who did not "believe" in evolution? This is closing your eyes to science.
Ignorance must truly be bliss to the ignorant but poison to the rest of us.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
The Fast and Furious (Running and Eating)
Thanksgiving here was marked by lots of laughs and tons of food. We started the day with the Turkey Trot. All that training was now to be tested. Well we didn't ace this test but we were definitely average!
I could not believe the number of people both runners and sidewalk cheerleaders. We ran into old friends and neighbors, spending the duration walking/running and mostly chitchatting. Happy to say we finished a little over an hour (official results pending) and had a blast! Max did much better with a score under an hour an no muscle pain or heavy breathing. Should mention I am feeling my age today, but totally worth it. TEAM CYWINSKI will be making this an annual event. Maybe costumes next year?
Check out the boys getting reading -->
After a pot of coffee and a 1/2 hour in the hot tub, we were ready to commence feasting. My family celebration was one of the best ever! My mom made the perfect turkey, dad poured the perfect drink, my sister did the most perfect dessert and my brother as always provided the perfect entertainment. Sixteen for dinner. We all ate like it was our last meal and I left that house feeling a little tipsy. On to the inlaws! Another table filled with great food and stimulating conversation. We should schedule monthly Thanksgivings :-).
On the topic of food, the NY Times did a great op piece on eating fast food and eating food fast. Why do we have to eat so much fast food? The Alice Waters "Edible Schoolyard" has always inspired me. We all have the ability to choose what we eat and how much of it we consume. her project to grow inner city school gardens is amazing. Why not choose healthier options... less hormones, less preservations, more naturally grown, more simply prepared? Why not teach our kids the importance of eating right by demonstrating how to do it rather than printing off a pyramid and making it a homework assignment?
As a country we are constantly rushing. Running to work, running the kids to their activities (actually more like driving because if we were really running we would probably be in better shape)! We need to slow down, at least we can start to slow down when it comes to eating it. Fast food makes you sick. Take time to rent and watch "Supersize Me". It will at least help you realize you do have the time to NOT eat fast food.
Today on this hideous "Black Friday" check out the local news and if you are insane enough to participate, look at your fellow freaks in the stores. They are fat. It is not pretty or good for anyone. Consider the words of wisdom from that cinema great ANIMAL HOUSE... (I paraphrase) "Fat and stupid is no way to go through life".
Think about the amazing food you consumed on Thanksgiving, cut it back and realize there is no reason why you couldn't eat like this regularly. Not as much in my case but definitely as fresh!
I could not believe the number of people both runners and sidewalk cheerleaders. We ran into old friends and neighbors, spending the duration walking/running and mostly chitchatting. Happy to say we finished a little over an hour (official results pending) and had a blast! Max did much better with a score under an hour an no muscle pain or heavy breathing. Should mention I am feeling my age today, but totally worth it. TEAM CYWINSKI will be making this an annual event. Maybe costumes next year?
Check out the boys getting reading -->
After a pot of coffee and a 1/2 hour in the hot tub, we were ready to commence feasting. My family celebration was one of the best ever! My mom made the perfect turkey, dad poured the perfect drink, my sister did the most perfect dessert and my brother as always provided the perfect entertainment. Sixteen for dinner. We all ate like it was our last meal and I left that house feeling a little tipsy. On to the inlaws! Another table filled with great food and stimulating conversation. We should schedule monthly Thanksgivings :-).
On the topic of food, the NY Times did a great op piece on eating fast food and eating food fast. Why do we have to eat so much fast food? The Alice Waters "Edible Schoolyard" has always inspired me. We all have the ability to choose what we eat and how much of it we consume. her project to grow inner city school gardens is amazing. Why not choose healthier options... less hormones, less preservations, more naturally grown, more simply prepared? Why not teach our kids the importance of eating right by demonstrating how to do it rather than printing off a pyramid and making it a homework assignment?
As a country we are constantly rushing. Running to work, running the kids to their activities (actually more like driving because if we were really running we would probably be in better shape)! We need to slow down, at least we can start to slow down when it comes to eating it. Fast food makes you sick. Take time to rent and watch "Supersize Me". It will at least help you realize you do have the time to NOT eat fast food.
Today on this hideous "Black Friday" check out the local news and if you are insane enough to participate, look at your fellow freaks in the stores. They are fat. It is not pretty or good for anyone. Consider the words of wisdom from that cinema great ANIMAL HOUSE... (I paraphrase) "Fat and stupid is no way to go through life".
Think about the amazing food you consumed on Thanksgiving, cut it back and realize there is no reason why you couldn't eat like this regularly. Not as much in my case but definitely as fresh!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Embrace Yourself by Corinne Demerau-Best
A good friend of mine recently dropped her latest CD and I wanted to tell everyone to about it. Corinne is an extremely talented song writer and gifted singer who has devoted the proceeds of this latest CD to benefit Roswell Park.
Although I am not much of a music critic, this is a blues CD with some amazing ballads. I was really impressed her and her talent. My top favorite songs are "Embrace Yourself" (lyrics are inspiring), "Crazy (this song really highlights her range), "I Don't Want Our Love to End" (so emotional) and "Lullabye" (loved the music on this one especially the violin). Isn't it incredible when can experience the real talent of a friend?
You can get the CD "Embrace Yourself" by Corinne Demerau- Best at local Buffalo Barnes and Noble stores ($14.99). If you cannot find it, let me know and I will send you a copy. Remember all the proceeds are going to Roswell Park. A great sound for a worthy cause. Spread the word.
Although I am not much of a music critic, this is a blues CD with some amazing ballads. I was really impressed her and her talent. My top favorite songs are "Embrace Yourself" (lyrics are inspiring), "Crazy (this song really highlights her range), "I Don't Want Our Love to End" (so emotional) and "Lullabye" (loved the music on this one especially the violin). Isn't it incredible when can experience the real talent of a friend?
You can get the CD "Embrace Yourself" by Corinne Demerau- Best at local Buffalo Barnes and Noble stores ($14.99). If you cannot find it, let me know and I will send you a copy. Remember all the proceeds are going to Roswell Park. A great sound for a worthy cause. Spread the word.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Task Completed - Skill Level Mastered?
As I continue my quest to try new things and maybe master some, I found myself at Joanne's feeling creative. A beautiful soft plaid caught my eye and i decided I would now take on the role of seamstress. To be fair it is not that outlandish of an idea. I have a sewing machine downstairs on the boulevard of broken dreams and have made curtains or the occasional pillow in the past. How hard can it be to make a skirt? Additionally my mother is a seamstress, with numerous gowns, suits and clothing successes to her name. Maybe the DNA transferred well. Or maybe not.
So I laid out the material, cut it and then decided the pattern instructions were apparently written in Greek because I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Checking sewing jargon on line is not a fun task and really does not help in the actual understanding of the directions. So I called mom but she was too busy to help so it looks like I was on my own. Now I have talked myself into believing that I can do anything and it is ridiculous to think this is beyond me. I pitched the pattern and decided I could figure it out myself.
I DID IT! Oh yes, I am brilliant. Now don't look too close because the whole zipper thing is off and not all of the plaid matches perfectly but hell I made a skirt. Check that off of my things to do list.
This is going to be an amazing Thanksgiving. First running the turkey trot and then sporting my new skirt. A holiday of firsts.
Monday, November 23, 2009
"The Boss"
Last night friends of ours took us and 4 teenage boys to the Bruce Springsteen concert. Although I was never a huge fan, I have to say it was one of the best concerts we've seen. The entire bands was incredible.
Bruce is 60 and in incredible shape. The guy never stopped moving, jumping across the stage and running through the audience. Within the first 25 minutes of the show, he jumped into the audience and body surfed back to the stage. Keep in mind the "kids" in this mosh pit were middle aged or baby boomers. At one point I thought they'd collapse or drop him. What a horrible Buffalo story that would make. But he made it, jumped back on stage and never missed a beat. At one point he also did a back bend to the floor! I'm having Matty work on that move now.
The chemistry between all the band members was amazing. It was like watching old friends just hanging out and having a blast. It seemed like they really did not want to stop. Evident by the almost 4 hour concert. Needless to say the boys will be cranky today.
But the best part of the show was watching my son and his three buddies, jumping dancing and even singing all night. I have not idea what they were singing, as none of them really knew the lyrics. They were rockin' and loving every minute of it. The worst part was that my friend Tracy wasn't there and she is his biggest fan.
Thanks Bruuuuuuce!
Bruce is 60 and in incredible shape. The guy never stopped moving, jumping across the stage and running through the audience. Within the first 25 minutes of the show, he jumped into the audience and body surfed back to the stage. Keep in mind the "kids" in this mosh pit were middle aged or baby boomers. At one point I thought they'd collapse or drop him. What a horrible Buffalo story that would make. But he made it, jumped back on stage and never missed a beat. At one point he also did a back bend to the floor! I'm having Matty work on that move now.
The chemistry between all the band members was amazing. It was like watching old friends just hanging out and having a blast. It seemed like they really did not want to stop. Evident by the almost 4 hour concert. Needless to say the boys will be cranky today.
But the best part of the show was watching my son and his three buddies, jumping dancing and even singing all night. I have not idea what they were singing, as none of them really knew the lyrics. They were rockin' and loving every minute of it. The worst part was that my friend Tracy wasn't there and she is his biggest fan.
Thanks Bruuuuuuce!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Still Shaking
Yesterday I was leaving the club at about 6:30 pm with my son and a coupe of his friends in tow. I was in a fabulous mood as I had just finished speaking with a good friend, discussing her cd release. The boys were also pretty excited as they had finished a solid yet competitive squash lesson.
I was pulling out of the parking lot onto the side street. It was raining and very dark. No street lights in the middle of the street, so the only illumination came form the traffic lights at either end. I was stopped trying to make a left hand turn. There was a huge white hummer blocking my ability to make the turn. I think she was trying to get into the club parking lot but was waiting for me to pull out, which I could not do because she was in my way. Eventually she grew tired of waiting, and continued down the street. So I started to pull out and... immediately slammed on my breaks! (Always make the kids were their seat belts). Some woman in a dark suit was directly in front of my car in the street. She was apparently crossing the street in the middle of the block and was hidden by the hummer. I could not see her until my headlights were focused on her. Thank God, Allah, Buddha and the like that I was able to see her and stop in time. I was going slow and basically sliding out of the parking lot otherwise this could have been disasterous.
Needless to say my heart was in my throat and I was shaking. Feeling frightening and frankly terrified of what could have happen, I looked at her. She was screaming at me! She stood in the street in the dark making wild hand gestures like this whole incident was strictly my fault. Did I mention she was in a dark suit, in the dark and rain, crossing in the middle of the road into a parking lot?? I sincerely did not know what to do. I continued to stare until the boys nudged me to move.
This could have been a horrible accident and I am so thankful that the only thing hurt was my nerves. I am embarrassed that I could not see her and so sorry that I almost hit her. But is is wrong of me to want her to realize how dangerous her actions were? And also to realize that standing in the middle of the street yelling at me in the dark is not such a bright idea either?
Dropped the boys off, made dinner, complained to my husband and 3 hours later still could not calm down. Still feeling off today. Think I may not drive this weekend.
I was pulling out of the parking lot onto the side street. It was raining and very dark. No street lights in the middle of the street, so the only illumination came form the traffic lights at either end. I was stopped trying to make a left hand turn. There was a huge white hummer blocking my ability to make the turn. I think she was trying to get into the club parking lot but was waiting for me to pull out, which I could not do because she was in my way. Eventually she grew tired of waiting, and continued down the street. So I started to pull out and... immediately slammed on my breaks! (Always make the kids were their seat belts). Some woman in a dark suit was directly in front of my car in the street. She was apparently crossing the street in the middle of the block and was hidden by the hummer. I could not see her until my headlights were focused on her. Thank God, Allah, Buddha and the like that I was able to see her and stop in time. I was going slow and basically sliding out of the parking lot otherwise this could have been disasterous.
Needless to say my heart was in my throat and I was shaking. Feeling frightening and frankly terrified of what could have happen, I looked at her. She was screaming at me! She stood in the street in the dark making wild hand gestures like this whole incident was strictly my fault. Did I mention she was in a dark suit, in the dark and rain, crossing in the middle of the road into a parking lot?? I sincerely did not know what to do. I continued to stare until the boys nudged me to move.
This could have been a horrible accident and I am so thankful that the only thing hurt was my nerves. I am embarrassed that I could not see her and so sorry that I almost hit her. But is is wrong of me to want her to realize how dangerous her actions were? And also to realize that standing in the middle of the street yelling at me in the dark is not such a bright idea either?
Dropped the boys off, made dinner, complained to my husband and 3 hours later still could not calm down. Still feeling off today. Think I may not drive this weekend.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Holiday Music Conspiracy
Why do we have two local radio stations playing all holiday music all day? I find a nice Thanksgiving hostess gift because all the stores have changed to Christmas. I am receiving at least 5 catalogues a day informing me that I can be assured to get my product before Christmas. It is the middle of November, I have not even figured out Thanksgiving yet and already I am bombarded. I think there is a conspiracy.
My thought is that the government is forcing media and retail to push Christmas as early as possible, thus making us all crazy in November and our minds so weak that we will forget the real issues that are going on the world. If I hear "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" I will be thinking about all the gifts I need to buy as opposed to the Health Care Reform Bill. If I get a ton of catalogues pushing the Christmas gift, I will be thinking about wrapping and decorating, not about the other mail of poor investment returns, sky rocketing interest rates and increase fuel costs. If everywhere I look I see Christmas decorations, I will be stressing about parties and entertaining as opposed to Afghanistan and our troops.
What an ingenious idea! For the months of November and December I am so "consumerized" and frantic that I cannot possibly care about the real world. Doesn't that give our politicians a well deserved break so they can push through any corrupt, whittled down, irrelevant piece of legislation without question or backlash?
Maybe it's not that much of a scheme. Maybe the Christmas music is enough to make you brain dead. I just heard "The Christmas Donkey. What the hell is that? This Thanksgiving I will be thankful for SIRIUS radio and the ability to change stations.
My thought is that the government is forcing media and retail to push Christmas as early as possible, thus making us all crazy in November and our minds so weak that we will forget the real issues that are going on the world. If I hear "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" I will be thinking about all the gifts I need to buy as opposed to the Health Care Reform Bill. If I get a ton of catalogues pushing the Christmas gift, I will be thinking about wrapping and decorating, not about the other mail of poor investment returns, sky rocketing interest rates and increase fuel costs. If everywhere I look I see Christmas decorations, I will be stressing about parties and entertaining as opposed to Afghanistan and our troops.
What an ingenious idea! For the months of November and December I am so "consumerized" and frantic that I cannot possibly care about the real world. Doesn't that give our politicians a well deserved break so they can push through any corrupt, whittled down, irrelevant piece of legislation without question or backlash?
Maybe it's not that much of a scheme. Maybe the Christmas music is enough to make you brain dead. I just heard "The Christmas Donkey. What the hell is that? This Thanksgiving I will be thankful for SIRIUS radio and the ability to change stations.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Capital Punishment for Identity Thieves
I am in hell and apparently all the people around me who are supposed to be "helping" are complete idiots at best. You may ask what has prompted such ugliness...IDENTITY THEFT!
About 4 months ago, my husband's identity was stolen by some audacious individual in NYC. I spent hours upon hours closing accounts, recreating passwords, answering inquiring emails, talking to fraud departments and completing forms to ensure that this person could not destroy our entire financial well being. Today I find that it has started again.
You see you can put a fraud alert on your all holy consumer credit by completing some paperwork. Well that lasts for 3 months (by the way no one sends an email stating that the alert is off the account). You can get a 7 year alert on your ssn but only if you complete a huge document and the go to your local police department to file a report. The cops must love this as the instructions telling you to see your police all include a letter to show them if they refuse to file the report. Well I believe the Buffalo cops are busy with other things and I did not relish going to the station so i only did the 3 month report. Now I am now experiencing my punishment.
I have to refill the reports. I just had a huge fight with my bank. BTW did you know that a bank is now forbidden to give out the branch phone numbers? WTF? So apparently even though i closed the account, someone was able to debit $500 and they want me to pay the overdraft fee? The customer service guy at the bank informed me "sometimes you can still get money if you close the account". Is he a complete idiot or am I for speaking with him? Obviously the guy was new and confused but come on. This is ridiculous.
I think the identity thieves are in bed with customer service personnel. The customer service people I am dealing with apparently never finished 1st grade. First you have to explain the situation only to be moved to another help person. Then you explain it to them only to be told you are wrong. I am told what is happening to me cannot happen. WOW - I am an anomaly.
I can't write any more because I have to physically go into the bank as my situation cannot be handled on the phone. Of course, I found that out after an hour on the phone.
I am going to start a new grass roots effort to demand capital punishment for all identity thieves. Or even better, we should make them deal with the customer service rocket scientists. That would be worse!
About 4 months ago, my husband's identity was stolen by some audacious individual in NYC. I spent hours upon hours closing accounts, recreating passwords, answering inquiring emails, talking to fraud departments and completing forms to ensure that this person could not destroy our entire financial well being. Today I find that it has started again.
You see you can put a fraud alert on your all holy consumer credit by completing some paperwork. Well that lasts for 3 months (by the way no one sends an email stating that the alert is off the account). You can get a 7 year alert on your ssn but only if you complete a huge document and the go to your local police department to file a report. The cops must love this as the instructions telling you to see your police all include a letter to show them if they refuse to file the report. Well I believe the Buffalo cops are busy with other things and I did not relish going to the station so i only did the 3 month report. Now I am now experiencing my punishment.
I have to refill the reports. I just had a huge fight with my bank. BTW did you know that a bank is now forbidden to give out the branch phone numbers? WTF? So apparently even though i closed the account, someone was able to debit $500 and they want me to pay the overdraft fee? The customer service guy at the bank informed me "sometimes you can still get money if you close the account". Is he a complete idiot or am I for speaking with him? Obviously the guy was new and confused but come on. This is ridiculous.
I think the identity thieves are in bed with customer service personnel. The customer service people I am dealing with apparently never finished 1st grade. First you have to explain the situation only to be moved to another help person. Then you explain it to them only to be told you are wrong. I am told what is happening to me cannot happen. WOW - I am an anomaly.
I can't write any more because I have to physically go into the bank as my situation cannot be handled on the phone. Of course, I found that out after an hour on the phone.
I am going to start a new grass roots effort to demand capital punishment for all identity thieves. Or even better, we should make them deal with the customer service rocket scientists. That would be worse!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wasting the Day
Was feeling pretty down yesterday for no known reason and decided to do nothing. Of course, when I say that what I really mean is to do nothing important. Here are my top 10 time wasters:
10) Read the million of catalogues that have been piling up on my desk. Go through each, earmark the pages of things I may want to buy and then toss them all out into the recycle bin.
9) Walk through each room of the house with a notebook and pen. Sit in the most central place in the room (even if on the floor) and write down everything that needs to be repaired (I live in a house that is over a century old so this list can be large). When finished, walk quickly through each room again and realize the house if fine. Toss list into recycle bin.
8) Google vacations. (We need to think about where to go this Spring Break as missed vacation last year to concentrate on the boat. I am in dire need of a beach.) Make a list of the best islands for diving, water sports, and beaches. View every photo available. Decide it is too much to decide right now. Toss the list into the recycle bin.
7) Open refrigerator and stare at food options. Open freezer door and do the same. Walk to downstairs refrigerator and repeat process. Go back to first refrigerator and throw our all food that is hairy, limp or wet.
6) Go to each closet. Find the clothes I love that do not fit and simply hold them up to me. Try on some other clothes and throw them on the bed or floor. Go through Max and Matty's closets taking the old and ugly out. Make a bag for St. Vincent dePaul, a bag for the trash, a bag for my sister-in-law. Put questionable bags in spare room and leave them for next clothing fit.
My recycle and garbage bins are now full, have to switch to other time wasters.
5) Look at book shelve in library. Collect books recommended by Matthew that I have not yet read and make a pile. Go to shelves in Living Room and Bedroom making more piles. Get all piles together and put next to bed. Realize I do not feel like reading, leave room.
4) Open up all the boxes of crafts up stairs and think about what I want to make. Handle fabric, ball yarn and review patterns. Check status of paints, brushes and canvases. Sit and think of all the things I could make. Too many options, plan on looking at it another day.
3) Search for a job. Go to the online boards and find my perfect job. Write a cover letter, attached resume and email to myself. I am not going back to work just yet...and certainly not moving to LA.
2) Go through exercise magazines cutting out specific butt/abs exercises. Do this in the basement next to the dusty Bow Flex. Try to do one or two (note I have not put on work out clothes so this is half ass at best). Realize they could work but that I don't feel like working out. Leave mags and cut outs on floor next to 5 pound weights.
1) Run a hot bubble bath, turn the volume up super loud on a favored opera, pour a glass of wine and soak until my skin is melting.
Day wasted but I feel better. :-)
10) Read the million of catalogues that have been piling up on my desk. Go through each, earmark the pages of things I may want to buy and then toss them all out into the recycle bin.
9) Walk through each room of the house with a notebook and pen. Sit in the most central place in the room (even if on the floor) and write down everything that needs to be repaired (I live in a house that is over a century old so this list can be large). When finished, walk quickly through each room again and realize the house if fine. Toss list into recycle bin.
8) Google vacations. (We need to think about where to go this Spring Break as missed vacation last year to concentrate on the boat. I am in dire need of a beach.) Make a list of the best islands for diving, water sports, and beaches. View every photo available. Decide it is too much to decide right now. Toss the list into the recycle bin.
7) Open refrigerator and stare at food options. Open freezer door and do the same. Walk to downstairs refrigerator and repeat process. Go back to first refrigerator and throw our all food that is hairy, limp or wet.
6) Go to each closet. Find the clothes I love that do not fit and simply hold them up to me. Try on some other clothes and throw them on the bed or floor. Go through Max and Matty's closets taking the old and ugly out. Make a bag for St. Vincent dePaul, a bag for the trash, a bag for my sister-in-law. Put questionable bags in spare room and leave them for next clothing fit.
My recycle and garbage bins are now full, have to switch to other time wasters.
5) Look at book shelve in library. Collect books recommended by Matthew that I have not yet read and make a pile. Go to shelves in Living Room and Bedroom making more piles. Get all piles together and put next to bed. Realize I do not feel like reading, leave room.
4) Open up all the boxes of crafts up stairs and think about what I want to make. Handle fabric, ball yarn and review patterns. Check status of paints, brushes and canvases. Sit and think of all the things I could make. Too many options, plan on looking at it another day.
3) Search for a job. Go to the online boards and find my perfect job. Write a cover letter, attached resume and email to myself. I am not going back to work just yet...and certainly not moving to LA.
2) Go through exercise magazines cutting out specific butt/abs exercises. Do this in the basement next to the dusty Bow Flex. Try to do one or two (note I have not put on work out clothes so this is half ass at best). Realize they could work but that I don't feel like working out. Leave mags and cut outs on floor next to 5 pound weights.
1) Run a hot bubble bath, turn the volume up super loud on a favored opera, pour a glass of wine and soak until my skin is melting.
Day wasted but I feel better. :-)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wanting to Believe - Psychic Thoughts
I had to write about my friend's blog regarding her psychic experience. The lovely Sarah has an interesting blog site and this morning she commented on the supernatural. I know a lot of people who are intrigued by extrasensory perception, myself included. There are probably a ton of reasons ranging from curiosity about the unknown (similar to reading the last chapter of the book as soon as you get it) to abdication of responsibility (if this is going to happen I really can't do anything different).
I am not sure where I fall within this spectrum but hope its more toward curiosity. Actually I really want to believe but don't. I would consider myself an existentialist and therefore believe that I control my own destiny. There is not predestination or defined path for me. So if that's true how can you tell me the future? Ghost reading or spirit contact? No interest in hearing what ghosts have to say as the thought scares me to tears which is a dilemma for me because I am scared of something I don't believe it.
I do think some people are more perceptive then others and maybe even have such accurate sensory skills that they can pick up on clues that others cannot. I think it is close minded to completely dispute any heighten perception, but the charlatans have made it a money making joke. But that is as far as I can go logically.
Wouldn't it be nice to pretend there is some better power out there? To have a psychic who knows what will happen and can direct you or guide you? No longer do I have to worry about family, health, money or success because my psychic has it all figured out!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
VIdeo Game Desires
My son loves video games. No just any and all, he gravitates toward the first person shooter with scenes of war, nuclear holocaust and alien nations. I used to view all the games he wanted to be sure they were kid appropriate. They weren't, they aren't, I forbid, we argued and now I have acquiesced. Losing this battle but hoping to win the war as they say.
Anyway, he came to me Sunday to see if I wanted to perform a "quest" for him. With that only-for-mom smile, puppy dog eyes and sing song voice he provided me with about different gift cards. He had to have the new Call of Duty video game which came out that morning. I said we could go after school but no it just wasn't good enough - the game had to be in hand asap to avert the "sold out" or "waiting list" respond. I guess I should have been thankful as he stated his friend's dad waited at the store at midnight and let that kid play for two hours pre-dawn on a school night! I couldn't refuse his request.
So with his gift cards in one hand a new large TIm Horton's in the other, I entered the store at about 10:00 am. Found the clerk and asked if he new of some new release Call of Duty. He gave me a "I know so much more than you do " look, clarified the name and pointed to a line of about 8 people. Oh yes, 8 adults standing in line in the morning to get a video game. Could they all be doating moms like myself? Apparently not. At least 6 were mid twenty something guys. What no jobs? I was privy to the language of this gaming set as I overheard who beat what when. It was like i was in PAris again - everyone speaking a language I had no idea about. I left, game in hand, with a plan.
Of course giving the game to my son was one of those great mom moments. I teased him for about an hour. He was thrilled to have the game (and the gift certificates back because I just cannot have him spend his own money - another issue for a different rant). I let me play last night for about an hour and then that was it. After hubby and son went to bed, I snuck downstairs and popped in said video game. About 20 minutes of figuring out how to use it, I started my plan to really understand the allure. Fifteen minutes later I was done. I don't get it. Shephard and Captain, airplanes firing, forts, scuba. Sounds like it should be quite the adventure. Well it makes me dizzy.
Happy I tried it. Won't be trying it again. Too old for playing but just right fro buying.
Anyway, he came to me Sunday to see if I wanted to perform a "quest" for him. With that only-for-mom smile, puppy dog eyes and sing song voice he provided me with about different gift cards. He had to have the new Call of Duty video game which came out that morning. I said we could go after school but no it just wasn't good enough - the game had to be in hand asap to avert the "sold out" or "waiting list" respond. I guess I should have been thankful as he stated his friend's dad waited at the store at midnight and let that kid play for two hours pre-dawn on a school night! I couldn't refuse his request.
So with his gift cards in one hand a new large TIm Horton's in the other, I entered the store at about 10:00 am. Found the clerk and asked if he new of some new release Call of Duty. He gave me a "I know so much more than you do " look, clarified the name and pointed to a line of about 8 people. Oh yes, 8 adults standing in line in the morning to get a video game. Could they all be doating moms like myself? Apparently not. At least 6 were mid twenty something guys. What no jobs? I was privy to the language of this gaming set as I overheard who beat what when. It was like i was in PAris again - everyone speaking a language I had no idea about. I left, game in hand, with a plan.
Of course giving the game to my son was one of those great mom moments. I teased him for about an hour. He was thrilled to have the game (and the gift certificates back because I just cannot have him spend his own money - another issue for a different rant). I let me play last night for about an hour and then that was it. After hubby and son went to bed, I snuck downstairs and popped in said video game. About 20 minutes of figuring out how to use it, I started my plan to really understand the allure. Fifteen minutes later I was done. I don't get it. Shephard and Captain, airplanes firing, forts, scuba. Sounds like it should be quite the adventure. Well it makes me dizzy.
Happy I tried it. Won't be trying it again. Too old for playing but just right fro buying.
Taking a World Wonder for Granted
We have a house guest. A beautiful and sweet ballerina who is staying with us for a month. This is her first time in Buffalo and we want to make sure she has a good impression of WNY and all our joys. Of course the best way to do that is to show her our assets. What better way to start than a visit to Niagara Falls.
Although we live less than 30 minutes away, we hardly ever visit. I can't ever remember having a bad time on a Niagara Falls visit or a time I was less than amazed. But still we only visit as bragging rights to out of town friends. It turned out that this visit did not disappoint.
The weather cooperated and I think our giant water fall made a lasting impression on our guest. We drove past the thunderous rapids, walked though the flower gardens and ran past the mist overspray. It was an absolutely gorgeous and inspiring day. Cannot believe I just take it for granted.
Although we live less than 30 minutes away, we hardly ever visit. I can't ever remember having a bad time on a Niagara Falls visit or a time I was less than amazed. But still we only visit as bragging rights to out of town friends. It turned out that this visit did not disappoint.
The weather cooperated and I think our giant water fall made a lasting impression on our guest. We drove past the thunderous rapids, walked though the flower gardens and ran past the mist overspray. It was an absolutely gorgeous and inspiring day. Cannot believe I just take it for granted.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Ladies Discussing Strippers
I am fortunate enough to belong to a book club of intelligent, opinionated and funny women who love to read and love to digress. This past weekend my very civilized book club went off book topic and started to discuss strippers. Don't ask me how we fell into topic; it seems we often fall into controversial talks.
Because I am usually the most vocal and the most pushy of the group, I waited until I heard from the rest to offer my opinions. "D" started by stating that she was at a strip club and went into detail about a certain coin trick that was performed. At that point "T" clearly expressed her opinion that the topic, the profession and the all players involved are disgusting. "T" was done with it. Seems "DI" and "L", who are the eldest members of the group, were also pretty quiet and felt like "T". Ah it was my turn to keep the momentum going.
I am not sure exactly how I feel about the industry. I am fan of live and let live but I cannot believe that the industry is harmless to the dancers. There is no way I can believe that girls want to be objectified in this manner. It's not like topless dancer is right up there with doctor, lawyer, teacher, stockbroker. I feel most girls who enter the profession either do not see any other realistic (lucrative) choices or are dealing with significant self-esteem issues. So i already feel very bad for these girls. It's really the customers I have issue with.
Now I even cut the men a little slack, as I do believe they are the weaker gender. No doubt the dancers are salacious and that uneasy feeling of being bad may even be enticing for some men. But come on, is it really that much fun to act like animals? They have to realize its a business and its all an illusion. They also have to realize that these girls are daughters, sisters and sometimes mothers. I would guess that if every guy took one minute at a strip club to think about who these girls really are, they would not return. And if there are no customers there is no money. If there is no money in the business, the business closes.
Probably most guys i know, including my husband, have been to a Gentlemen's Club. Although I don't like it, I'm really not that angered by the occasional bachelor party. Maybe that's because it is extremely occasional and my husband doesn't really seem to care. I do think that a man's consistent or regular visits are systemic of a greater issue with him. Seek help.
I think we as women have a responsibility here. First we need to help girls realize their options. Not-for-profit organizations like WNY Women's Fund are fighting hard to attack the challenges facing women and girls. Donate. Second, we need to let our men know how we feel about these places. Not by screaming at them or forbidding them to go - which only makes it more enticing for them. You know if your hubby really wants to see a stripper, put on your granny undies, jump on the coffee table and pillage his wallet. Same result. :-)
Because I am usually the most vocal and the most pushy of the group, I waited until I heard from the rest to offer my opinions. "D" started by stating that she was at a strip club and went into detail about a certain coin trick that was performed. At that point "T" clearly expressed her opinion that the topic, the profession and the all players involved are disgusting. "T" was done with it. Seems "DI" and "L", who are the eldest members of the group, were also pretty quiet and felt like "T". Ah it was my turn to keep the momentum going.
I am not sure exactly how I feel about the industry. I am fan of live and let live but I cannot believe that the industry is harmless to the dancers. There is no way I can believe that girls want to be objectified in this manner. It's not like topless dancer is right up there with doctor, lawyer, teacher, stockbroker. I feel most girls who enter the profession either do not see any other realistic (lucrative) choices or are dealing with significant self-esteem issues. So i already feel very bad for these girls. It's really the customers I have issue with.
Now I even cut the men a little slack, as I do believe they are the weaker gender. No doubt the dancers are salacious and that uneasy feeling of being bad may even be enticing for some men. But come on, is it really that much fun to act like animals? They have to realize its a business and its all an illusion. They also have to realize that these girls are daughters, sisters and sometimes mothers. I would guess that if every guy took one minute at a strip club to think about who these girls really are, they would not return. And if there are no customers there is no money. If there is no money in the business, the business closes.
Probably most guys i know, including my husband, have been to a Gentlemen's Club. Although I don't like it, I'm really not that angered by the occasional bachelor party. Maybe that's because it is extremely occasional and my husband doesn't really seem to care. I do think that a man's consistent or regular visits are systemic of a greater issue with him. Seek help.
I think we as women have a responsibility here. First we need to help girls realize their options. Not-for-profit organizations like WNY Women's Fund are fighting hard to attack the challenges facing women and girls. Donate. Second, we need to let our men know how we feel about these places. Not by screaming at them or forbidding them to go - which only makes it more enticing for them. You know if your hubby really wants to see a stripper, put on your granny undies, jump on the coffee table and pillage his wallet. Same result. :-)
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Unemployment Blues for the Employed
As you can probably tell, I am not employed. Well not really. I do a little consulting and have been trying to convince my husband I am a working Trophy Wife, but for all statistical purposes I would be considered purposefully unemployed and I am happy about that. I am much more fortunate than the people represented in the new 17.5% unemployment rate.
This number represents those people who having been looking for jobs for as long as year. Where are the jobs going to come from? How are these people supposed to survive? These numbers are scary and there is really no end in the immediate future. How did we let it get so bad? We ignored it. We watched our country give up manufacturing plants and production of just about everything believing it didn't. Well it does.
Consider also how unemployment rates affect the employed.Do you know anyone who is unhappy in there current position? I do. My friend is miserable in his job. He is being taken advantage on a daily basis. Although he is a brilliant man and an extremely hard worker, he continues to struggle with a disinterested management team, a overburdened staff and no change in sight. In different economic times, he would be actively circulating his resume, going on multiple interviews and considering offers. Not now. Now he is dealing with the lack of money at his company to properly run the business, the inability to perform to his usual standards, and a bout of depression than follows him home nightly. He has kids to put through college, a mortgage to pay and the luxurious need for health care. He cannot quit without knowing where he can obtain the next paycheck.
I also have friend who goes to work daily waiting for the pink slip. She is skilled and makes top dollar for her abilities and experiences. The problem is the company can hire new talent that will work for much less. Some of these people just as experienced but not as lucky, as she is.
Everyone has stories of work place issues and although you want to say "shut up and deal with it - you're lucky to be working", they are not happy and that is permeating into everyones life. Unemployment affects us all working or not working. We all need to be thinking about a way to help. Any ideas?
This number represents those people who having been looking for jobs for as long as year. Where are the jobs going to come from? How are these people supposed to survive? These numbers are scary and there is really no end in the immediate future. How did we let it get so bad? We ignored it. We watched our country give up manufacturing plants and production of just about everything believing it didn't. Well it does.
Consider also how unemployment rates affect the employed.Do you know anyone who is unhappy in there current position? I do. My friend is miserable in his job. He is being taken advantage on a daily basis. Although he is a brilliant man and an extremely hard worker, he continues to struggle with a disinterested management team, a overburdened staff and no change in sight. In different economic times, he would be actively circulating his resume, going on multiple interviews and considering offers. Not now. Now he is dealing with the lack of money at his company to properly run the business, the inability to perform to his usual standards, and a bout of depression than follows him home nightly. He has kids to put through college, a mortgage to pay and the luxurious need for health care. He cannot quit without knowing where he can obtain the next paycheck.
I also have friend who goes to work daily waiting for the pink slip. She is skilled and makes top dollar for her abilities and experiences. The problem is the company can hire new talent that will work for much less. Some of these people just as experienced but not as lucky, as she is.
Everyone has stories of work place issues and although you want to say "shut up and deal with it - you're lucky to be working", they are not happy and that is permeating into everyones life. Unemployment affects us all working or not working. We all need to be thinking about a way to help. Any ideas?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Why are we so angry
Yesterday my day started off so well. I had a vigorous workout gaining inspiration and encouragement from my favorite gym-buddy. Later I ate lunch with two men who provided me with stimulating conversation, not too mention many laughs. I wrote for awhile, I went grocery shopping and I downloaded some new music. Talk about being happy. Then I turned on the TV to see the headline "At least 12 killed in shooting at Fort Hood Army Base in Texas". My heart sank. Although all the details were not known at that time, two army personnel are presumably responsible. What made them so angry that they had to shoot innocent people?
I then turned to the local news to see that a Niagara Falls high school boy raped a classmate that day. Rape is a crime of anger not passion. Sever anger again. The day is plummeting.
Now I am thinking about it. THese two horrific events are terrible but what about the daily anger. Notice the attitude of people lately. Remember the town hall meetings to discuss health care reform? Citizens yelling and accusing and filled with hatred. Where is all this anger coming from? I understand the economy is bad, but we've been through rough financial times. I understand we are passionate about our health care but we do not need to be belligerent and evil. That is not an adult dialogue.
Even little things like the lovely hand gesture from a fellow driver when you failed to yield. Or the attitude from the sales clerk when you typed in the wrong debit card pin numbers. A couple of days ago, I even had a certain sports coach hang up on me because I couldn't make a tournament.
I thought I should research the orgin of anger. There is so much information on this topic that I could write a book (not enough time, energy or talent for that). The main point i found from this information is that anger results from how people view a situation or predicament. If that is true, it sounds simple enough to fix. Change the way people view their situation. Give us the tools to take a step back and view what is happening or has happened to us in the best light possible. Is that really so insurmountable?
Interesting that there is so much anger now when you think about the media lately. Would we be less angry if we focused on the fact that we have not had another sever terrorist attack instead of focusing on our vulnerability? Would we be less angry if we focused on the positive efforts our new president has made instead of rebuking his Nobel prize? How about focusing on the improvements in the economy instead of telling the unemployed that we are all better now? I am not saying to ignore the numerous issues we have, I am saying focus on the positive with the need to improve instead of focusing on the negative with the need to blame.
I am not above the occasional outburst and find that some letting off of steam (in a controlled balanced environment) is good. I have been know to throw the occasional pencil, bite off the head of the pompous clerk and even hand gesture a fellow driver. But today I am going to change my view of my situation. I will start with baby steps, putting on my rose colored glasses for a few more minutes a day. I will hear the news story and look for something to hang onto - some glimmer of hope. This will either make me less angry or send me to the looney bin, but I'll let you know. If it works, even just a little, we can move on to save the world.
I then turned to the local news to see that a Niagara Falls high school boy raped a classmate that day. Rape is a crime of anger not passion. Sever anger again. The day is plummeting.
Now I am thinking about it. THese two horrific events are terrible but what about the daily anger. Notice the attitude of people lately. Remember the town hall meetings to discuss health care reform? Citizens yelling and accusing and filled with hatred. Where is all this anger coming from? I understand the economy is bad, but we've been through rough financial times. I understand we are passionate about our health care but we do not need to be belligerent and evil. That is not an adult dialogue.
Even little things like the lovely hand gesture from a fellow driver when you failed to yield. Or the attitude from the sales clerk when you typed in the wrong debit card pin numbers. A couple of days ago, I even had a certain sports coach hang up on me because I couldn't make a tournament.
I thought I should research the orgin of anger. There is so much information on this topic that I could write a book (not enough time, energy or talent for that). The main point i found from this information is that anger results from how people view a situation or predicament. If that is true, it sounds simple enough to fix. Change the way people view their situation. Give us the tools to take a step back and view what is happening or has happened to us in the best light possible. Is that really so insurmountable?
Interesting that there is so much anger now when you think about the media lately. Would we be less angry if we focused on the fact that we have not had another sever terrorist attack instead of focusing on our vulnerability? Would we be less angry if we focused on the positive efforts our new president has made instead of rebuking his Nobel prize? How about focusing on the improvements in the economy instead of telling the unemployed that we are all better now? I am not saying to ignore the numerous issues we have, I am saying focus on the positive with the need to improve instead of focusing on the negative with the need to blame.
I am not above the occasional outburst and find that some letting off of steam (in a controlled balanced environment) is good. I have been know to throw the occasional pencil, bite off the head of the pompous clerk and even hand gesture a fellow driver. But today I am going to change my view of my situation. I will start with baby steps, putting on my rose colored glasses for a few more minutes a day. I will hear the news story and look for something to hang onto - some glimmer of hope. This will either make me less angry or send me to the looney bin, but I'll let you know. If it works, even just a little, we can move on to save the world.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Inspired in the back
As i may have mentioned, my husband signed us up to run the 5k Turkey Trot this year in Buffalo. I am in day 4 of my training and this morning I was tired, sore and pretty sure I am not going to make it. While downing my 4th cup of coffee and soaking in a hot bath to relieve those aching muscles (mind you it was only an 1 hour session and I am weak) I came across this article in the NY Times regarding slow marathon runners .
Although it refers to marathons I am inspired.
For all of us slow runners or walkers, this article paints the back of the race as "the place to be" with a diversity of fascinating runners. People facing physical challenges, fund raisers for the cause and the mid life crisis that needs to make a change are all pushing through the pain to get to the finish line. They have to be more interesting than the pack gazelle in the lead. I may not be the best runner (actually I definitely will not be the best runner) on Thanksgiving but you can be sure I will be with my crowd thrilled to be in the race.
My sister had this BACK OF THE RACE experience. She has struggled with her weight all through her life and this past year she really worked hard to participate in a 5k. Feeling down and less than healthy, her training was a pleasure providing physical and mental benefits. The good news is she finished the race. The great news is she finished it besides a man with one leg. He inspired her to keep moving. I could not be prouder of her.
I believe you can find inspiration in many places and conversely be derailed based on the same number of experiences. So I am choosing to be inspired! I'll run or I'll walk or hell I may even crawl. I am running that race and I am going to enjoy every step of it surrounding by people with interesting stories who most likely are like me - simply happy to be a Turkey Trotter.
Although it refers to marathons I am inspired.
For all of us slow runners or walkers, this article paints the back of the race as "the place to be" with a diversity of fascinating runners. People facing physical challenges, fund raisers for the cause and the mid life crisis that needs to make a change are all pushing through the pain to get to the finish line. They have to be more interesting than the pack gazelle in the lead. I may not be the best runner (actually I definitely will not be the best runner) on Thanksgiving but you can be sure I will be with my crowd thrilled to be in the race.
My sister had this BACK OF THE RACE experience. She has struggled with her weight all through her life and this past year she really worked hard to participate in a 5k. Feeling down and less than healthy, her training was a pleasure providing physical and mental benefits. The good news is she finished the race. The great news is she finished it besides a man with one leg. He inspired her to keep moving. I could not be prouder of her.
I believe you can find inspiration in many places and conversely be derailed based on the same number of experiences. So I am choosing to be inspired! I'll run or I'll walk or hell I may even crawl. I am running that race and I am going to enjoy every step of it surrounding by people with interesting stories who most likely are like me - simply happy to be a Turkey Trotter.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Driving while Texting
In an attempt to crack down on texting while driving Great Britain has sentenced the texting driver of a car that killed a young woman, to jail time. It goes without saying how tragic this accident is, and as a mother it just adds to all my fears for my son's safety (physical and social). But I am not sure I agree with the sentencing.
Texting is obviously dangerous when driving. So is talking on the cell phone, applying makeup, reprimanding the kids in the back seat and playing with the radio. Any thing that distracts the driver is trouble. It is so easy to divert your attention from the road; driving becomes habit and mundane. I hate to admit it but I have been know to participate in several of these distractive activities, not to mention changing from a work suit to an evening cocktail dress while driving down the expressway. Just like the driver of this car, I felt I was in control and could handle it. I was lucky and have honestly been better. I guess you just don't think of the ramifications. That's not a rationale it is simply true.
But does this driver deserve to go to jail? If I was the mother of the victim I would scream YES and for a long time. But if I were the mother of the driver I would have a completely different opinion. A car can be a weapon, just like a gun. But if a gun accidentally goes off killing someone, will that person go to jail? Should he? Maybe there a better way to eliminate phone usage while driving. Perhaps a device installed in cars which prevents cell reception. It seems the temptation is too great to grab that phone so we may need interference.
Which brings up another point - why must we always be doing at least two things at the same time? Multi-tasking is essential to our daily life. We are so overcommitted and afraid to miss out that we only scarcely pay attention to the task in front of us - like driving. A good friend of mine mentioned that our generation is not as good at mutli-tasking as our children will be. Technology has trained them to do multiple things and we are evolving into a heightened ability. Think about the examples. Of course video games and texting but watch your news broadcasts. Not only are you listening to the newscasters, but a ticker tape of information is scrolling across the bottom of the screen and a sidebar appears with additional facts. We are truly at a point of cultural ADD. Not only the media, but we do it ourselves. I can't think of one mother I know who hasn't had the kids eat in the car while doing their homework on the way to a sporting event.
Hi, my name is Bonnie and I am a mult-tasker.
Texting is obviously dangerous when driving. So is talking on the cell phone, applying makeup, reprimanding the kids in the back seat and playing with the radio. Any thing that distracts the driver is trouble. It is so easy to divert your attention from the road; driving becomes habit and mundane. I hate to admit it but I have been know to participate in several of these distractive activities, not to mention changing from a work suit to an evening cocktail dress while driving down the expressway. Just like the driver of this car, I felt I was in control and could handle it. I was lucky and have honestly been better. I guess you just don't think of the ramifications. That's not a rationale it is simply true.
But does this driver deserve to go to jail? If I was the mother of the victim I would scream YES and for a long time. But if I were the mother of the driver I would have a completely different opinion. A car can be a weapon, just like a gun. But if a gun accidentally goes off killing someone, will that person go to jail? Should he? Maybe there a better way to eliminate phone usage while driving. Perhaps a device installed in cars which prevents cell reception. It seems the temptation is too great to grab that phone so we may need interference.
Which brings up another point - why must we always be doing at least two things at the same time? Multi-tasking is essential to our daily life. We are so overcommitted and afraid to miss out that we only scarcely pay attention to the task in front of us - like driving. A good friend of mine mentioned that our generation is not as good at mutli-tasking as our children will be. Technology has trained them to do multiple things and we are evolving into a heightened ability. Think about the examples. Of course video games and texting but watch your news broadcasts. Not only are you listening to the newscasters, but a ticker tape of information is scrolling across the bottom of the screen and a sidebar appears with additional facts. We are truly at a point of cultural ADD. Not only the media, but we do it ourselves. I can't think of one mother I know who hasn't had the kids eat in the car while doing their homework on the way to a sporting event.
Hi, my name is Bonnie and I am a mult-tasker.
Fountain of Youth
Actually, I didn't really discover the fountain of youth as much as a little rain drop. As I begrudgingly say goodbye to my youth I believe I've found a way to retain some of those youthful feelings. Sounds trite but here is my solution: try new things, leave your comfort zone, take some risks. Easy enough right? Whenever I am feeling out of the marketing demographic and beyond the age limit, I do something completely different.
What I try or do depends solely on how bad I feel and how much energy it takes to change that feelings. For example, if I need a small dose of youth I try cooking a new dish. Mango enchiladas were not really a hit with the palette but they were someting different. I put on some salsa music, dices those chilis and all of a sudden I wasn't feeling so old. On a larger scale, I learned how to scuba dive last year. Six weeks of pool and classroom training was fantastic. Being underwater was a completely new sensation and the views were amazing. I felt new and more alive than I had in years. Talk about removing yourself from your comfort zone. Fifty feet underwater will do it. My latest attempt for youth came yesterday when I registered for the Turkey Trot. Well my husband registered us for the Turkey Trot. He is a recreational runner but like me has never run a 5k. So today I start my 3-4 week training session. After an hour on the treadmill I feel more decrepit than youthful, but I am hopeful.
When you think about it, middle age is a great position to be in for trying new things. You don't have to worry about what your friends think or if you'll embarrass yourself. At this age, we have already embarrassed ourselves countless times and our friends couldn't care less. It doesn't matter if you're not good at it or if you hate it. The thrill comes from trying it. The adrenaline, your hands are sweaty and your anxious. Isn't that a better feeling than tired and achy?
You may think this advise is useless, but try it. I promise you will feel better. At the very least, learning something new will take your mind off the fact that you are old :-).
What I try or do depends solely on how bad I feel and how much energy it takes to change that feelings. For example, if I need a small dose of youth I try cooking a new dish. Mango enchiladas were not really a hit with the palette but they were someting different. I put on some salsa music, dices those chilis and all of a sudden I wasn't feeling so old. On a larger scale, I learned how to scuba dive last year. Six weeks of pool and classroom training was fantastic. Being underwater was a completely new sensation and the views were amazing. I felt new and more alive than I had in years. Talk about removing yourself from your comfort zone. Fifty feet underwater will do it. My latest attempt for youth came yesterday when I registered for the Turkey Trot. Well my husband registered us for the Turkey Trot. He is a recreational runner but like me has never run a 5k. So today I start my 3-4 week training session. After an hour on the treadmill I feel more decrepit than youthful, but I am hopeful.
When you think about it, middle age is a great position to be in for trying new things. You don't have to worry about what your friends think or if you'll embarrass yourself. At this age, we have already embarrassed ourselves countless times and our friends couldn't care less. It doesn't matter if you're not good at it or if you hate it. The thrill comes from trying it. The adrenaline, your hands are sweaty and your anxious. Isn't that a better feeling than tired and achy?
You may think this advise is useless, but try it. I promise you will feel better. At the very least, learning something new will take your mind off the fact that you are old :-).
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