I hope you have your Kleenex ready.
easy reader. September 28, 2009
It’s no secret that I have a temper. However, I don’t know if anything makes me as angry as the idea of banning books. It’s just plain ignorant. Sure, not every book is right for every kid. Hopefully parents are paying attention to what their kids are reading, talking about books with them, and helping them make the appropriate choices. But I’m not a kid, and NO ONE has the right to tell me what I can read. Ever.
Celebrate Banned Book Week by reading a book that someone else wants to protect you from. If you’re not sure where to start, try something by a dead white American male icon like Steinbeck, Twain, Miller, Hemingway, or Fitzgerald. And hug a librarian while you’re at it. The good ones do more to protect our intellectual freedom than we’ll ever know.
finish line. September 27, 2009
Today I reached a personal goal – I participated in and finished a 5k. No, I didn’t run, and yes, it took me a long time, but I did it. Thanks to generous family and friends, I raised over $300 to help fight lung cancer. Jason came along for moral support, and it was a beautiful morning for a walk.
serenity now. September 25, 2009
Sometimes I need a calming image to help me get to my happy place. Here are a few photos that remind me to take a deep breath and slow down.
just don't eat. September 23, 2009
I’ve been working really hard (okay, maybe not THAT hard, but pretty hard) at losing weight over the past few weeks. I have seen some success, but the older I get the more difficult it is to drop pounds.
Jason just sent me today’s Mental Floss update, which had this tidbit: Slumber Party Barbie of 1965 came with your very own “How to Lose Weight” book. One of the tips included was “don’t eat.” I suppose that would work, but it makes me cranky. For now I’m just relying on old fashioned portion control and exercise, with a healthy dose of Miracle Noodles. I’ve tried pretty much every plan out there, and nothing works for very long – then again, I’ve never tried the special diet for fat stomachs and thick waistlines.
nice. September 22, 2009
Sometimes I find it hard to be nice to myself. I think that’s different from letting myself off the hook – which I’m pretty good at. Sometimes being nice means tough love, too. And sometimes being nice means forgiving myself for past wrongs, some of which are real and grave and some of which are so hyper-inflated in my mind they have eclipsed their original state.
I have conflicts when it comes to being nice to me; I want to spend money and treat myself well. But I need to save money so I can be safe and taken care of later, or in case of an emergency. I want to be nice and laze around on the couch, but of course to be truly nice I should exercise my body and take good care of it and be productive with my time. I should take advantage of my fleeting youth before it’s too late – wouldn’t that be the best gift to myself? And of course it would be SO nice to eat that pain au chocolat right now, but it will probably be nicer later if I’m not obese. Nice has short-term and long-term implications, and I’m not always so good at sussing those out.
There’s such a balance between being decent and firm with one’s self. I’m good at the punishment part – I’ve put myself through mental torture that would make Dick Cheney squirm. But I’m not so good at being gentle and kind in the everyday. Being polite to me. What a stupid, American problem. I could use a dose of perspective along with the nice. But, it’s my problem nonetheless. So Operation: Be Nice to Nicky is in full effect, for the long haul. I’m coupling it with a big dose of humility so I can remember the world is full of people who are truly suffering – maybe while I’m being nice to myself I can do something for them, too. That would be true progress.