The fruit flies are almost gone. Yay!
I know there are those who detest New Years Resolutions. Some feel they are somewhat pointless and stupid. You know who you are.
This year, I only have one. Though it is fairly obvious that I need to lose weight, I�m going to resolve to concentrate not so much on other people, and more on my health. That is a broad resolution. May be easily carried out too.
I think if I say, �I will lose 140 pounds in the next year, I may be setting myself up for failure. But if I say I will pay attention to my health that leaves me room to start doing some things that are good for me. Like eating more salads. Like drinking more water. Like walking a little more. Like starting aspirin therapy. I think it also applies to mental health: Find a psychotherapist, or a life coach, or a hypnotist..there are things that need to be done.�
I�m fairly sure I can do this.
I didn�t wait. I started paying attention to my health the week after Christmas. I was proud of myself for making some healthier choices in food. I was proud of myself for putting chocolate cake in the trash and for throwing away 3 boxes of chocolate candy that some imbecile got me for Christmas. I sprayed Raid�s Flying Insect Killer on an entire plate of desserts that Toni had brought me (including brownies, my favorite). I ate only salads for lunch and drank a (blech!) Diet Coke with it. I made an effort though.
New Year�s was predictable, but fun. I had hoped to go out with some friends, but that never came to fruition. So, I went up to Toni�s and watched �The Stepford Wives� with Nicole Kidman. I found it entertaining, especially some of Bette Midler�s quips. Priceless! I liked the one about the pinecone.
I liked the movie and will be buying it the first chance I get. Now, I�d just like to see the original �Stepford Wives�.
Then, while Toni laughed at me, I played Pac-Man, which I stink at. I went 5 rounds though.
Toni was babysitting Elissa and Tory, Max�s friends. Obviously now, Tory has issues with Jackie, and she likes to pick at her. I tried to let Jackie work it out and stand up for herself, instead of me butting in. Jackie�s got to learn to stick up for herself.
When they were getting along, the kids spent a majority of the evening in Max�s bedroom playing, so we could do our thing out in the living room. I think the kids thought that we were watching something juicy, so they came out of the bedroom often.
At midnight, we watched the ball drop in New York City and the kids ran outside and blew their party-maker�s, one, which sounded like Godzilla. It was fun.
I was exhausted though, so I called it a night shortly after. Of course, once I was back in my own apartment, I wasn�t tired at all, so I stayed up for a while. Jackie crashed in the recliner.
New Years Day was uneventful. I was on my eleventeeth hundred day of a sinus problem, and I felt really stopped up. Money is now running short, so I�m watching what I spend money on until I get paid January 10th. Sinus meds are not in the budget this week.
I chose to suffer in semi-silence. Because I wasn�t feeling good, I pretty much sat on the couch all day, like a lump because I had no energy. Lot�s of housework was needed to be done, but I couldn�t motivate myself to do anything.
Eventually, I took a Vivarin. I got to work on the Christmas tree. I started by taking off the ornaments. Lots of times I had to stop and start because Jackie needed this or that�this was not a day to get anything done.
By now, it�s about 6. Mr. Sweatpants called and said he had my Christmas present for me, and that he wanted to come over. I asked him if he�d bought anything for Jackie. He hadn�t!
No, I was not dealing with that. Not after all the things we�ve shared together. Not after we�ve lived with him, not after we�ve made trips to Kansas City together. Not after all of the things that we�ve been through.
I told him to put $10.00 in an envelope and if he didn�t have one, I did. He agreed to that.
That burns my butt! Jackie adores him. She even helped me pick out a present for him. And he doesn�t even get her a pack of
Yu-Gi-Oh cards or anything for Christmas? This man makes $75,000 a year!
I was mad. I bet his godson got something for $300.00 or more, going by the last few Christmases. I bet the godson�s mother, Lamey, who treats Rene� like crap, got something outrageously expensive. And he can�t get Jackie a little gift. That really hurts and lets me know where she ranks on the totem pole.
It�s not like Jackie had a bad Christmas. She had a good one! But I think a gift, handmade or store-bought, means that you value someone. It�s a symbol of your love, friendship with another person. I was miffed that Rene� didn�t even think of Jackie. She showers him with love and affection whenever he�s around.
Sigh.
He came over though, and when he gave me my gift I felt a little guilty. It was a pair of diamond drop earrings. They were really beautiful. I didn�t know what to say.
He opened his gift from me, which was a lumbar supporter with a heating pad and a check for $55.00. I wanted him to get a new pair of walking shoes, but didn�t know what size. At least now he can pick out his own shoes.
There was a moment of brief panic when I mentioned to him that Jackie had pink eye. He looked at her like she was a giant Streptococcus with legs or whatever the hell.
I reassured him that I didn�t think she was contagious anymore.
While talking to Rene�, I took the tree down. I lovingly taped up the box and shoved that huge sucker back into the closet for another year.
After that, I put my Jacket on and we went to Taco Bell for dinner.
He didn�t stay very long.
Jackie and I watched Mad TV and Buffy, and then we went to bed.
Sunday, I woke up at 10:00 a.m. I had so much to do, that we had to hurry up and get out of the house to get the laundry done if we were to get anything else done.
So, we did laundry. After that, we came home. I banished Jackie to her room and I got started throwing away stuff. I got too much crap, I tell ya! Why do I keep so much junk???
I filled up two trash bags in just my living room alone! I straightened up the videos and DVD�s. Then, I rearranged all the living room furniture, carefully vacuuming up anything that was on the carpet.
Soon, I realized it was 5:00. I didn�t have dinner ready yet. I was making my famous spaghetti and garlic bread. I chopped up garlic and fresh onions, added � cup of sugar, and there you have my sauce. It is yummy!
While waiting for the water to boil for the noodles, I cleaned up my kitchen.
With that done, I was done cleaning for the day. The dining room is still a huge mess, but I�ll save that for another day.
I made a huge dent in the cleaning that needs to be done, so I�m pretty proud of myself for starting the New Year off right.
Part of me feels guilty for celebrating a new year when there are a 100,000 plus people dead in one of the worst natural disasters in our lifetime. I watch as much news coverage of it as I can. Words cannot convey the horror I feel at the suffering these people are going through.
Jackie and I were watching Dan Rather the other night. Overwhelmed at the images, I started to cry. Jackie asked me what was wrong. I said, �Some people did make it out of this alive. But what kills me is, most of their mothers can�t feed their babies..most of the relief agencies haven�t even been able to get to some areas yet..who knows how long it will be before they can get food and clean water..� I sobbed. The thought of not being able to take care of my own child scares me.
I feel for the broken families, and the lone survivor of an entire family, and the orphans. I feel for the poorest of the poor, the working fishermen, who lost everything.
With a prayer, I send the people my wishes and hope for a recovery. I hope that those pledging aid don�t lose interest after a month. I hope we as Americans remember that this was us, a few years ago. Shocked, saddened, grieving, lost, glued to the television and radio. It wasn�t a tsunami that hit New York, but I don�t think it matters much. Devastation is devastation, anyway you cut it. Suffering, is suffering.
1:12 pm - January 03, 2005
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