Ran out of steam today, muscle atrophy or maybe just outright laziness. It is as usual just too dog-gone hot here and I am not as young as I used to be. And because I want this blog to be positive, I want to tell you that I took a deep breath, pushed all those thoughts away and finished at my own pace and with a song in my heart. That I sucked it up, persevered and valiantly made it through in flyin’ colors!
But I didn’t. I trudged along berating myself, hating those in front of me and with the occasional tear leaking out behind my glasses. I suffered thru it. It is truly a sad statement on life, when a pregnant woman, pushing a baby stroller, passes you as you walk.
Which is as we all know, pretty bad.
I am in a foul mood this morning, browsing the net, looking at the various bloggs and doing some random reading. I go over to the WordPress Global page and I look at “the fastest growing” blogs and I just do not get it. I really do not. Far too many of them don’t have much in the form of material and there seems to be a marked propensity to flavor them up with profanity. Why?
So I try the random blog button on the right hand corner. I am treated to one woman’s interpretation of misery when she vividly describes her “monthly visit” and how she hates it. I continue my quest, I do find an interesting article on how nine British women where charged with prostitution after allegedly taking part in an oral-sex competition on the Greek Island of Zakynthos.
A dozen men were also arrested, but I could not figure out a way to “tag it” so I just passed on the deal. (Now I know some of you are possibly snickering there in your home, saying to yourself, this Twisted Okie is nuts. But think about it, who could fabricate a name such as the Greek Isle of Zakynthos? Really.)
Now that would be a slide show on “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” huh?
The familiar pangs of boredom and restless start to appear. The media is my last hope at salvaging what appears to be a mid-week hum-drum morning. I go to the news feeds, perhaps the media has something uplifting for me, something humorous?
It doesn’t happen.
Army specialist, Joseph Dwyer, who became nationally known after being photographed carrying a wounded Iraqi boy in the early days of the war, killed himself in late June. He had struggled with post-traumatic-stress-disorder after returning from Iraq in 2003.
There is a high cost associated with war, always has been, always will be. Sometimes it lurks just below the surface and we miss it. Regardless of who gets elected, I sincerely hope they have the audacity to remove us from this miserable quagmire in the Middle East. This oil based round of insanity that has looted our National Treasury and stolen our moral compass of who we are and where we are headed.
Noticed a new word in the mainstream this morning. I was looking for the word “Eurasia” in my dictionary, but my onboard/electronic dictionary doesn’t seem to have it. It has “Eurasian” (somebody of European and Asian descent and that is it) media is reporting that Obammer “is continuing his travels thru Eurasia” and that was the first time I had ever seen the word.
Must be some of that one world government crap.
So there doesn’t seem to be any good news, or at least, I cannot locate any. I found out that Liver Spots are not actually caused by the liver. Liver spots in fact, have nothing to do with the liver; they usually result from a lifetime of exposure to direct sunlight, which might be why they’re also called “Age Spots.” Scientists also say other possible causes are surgery, pregnancy, and some over the counter medications.
So as dismal as it may seem, here is the rainbow. There is always a rainbow.
The federal government, that wonderful outfit that brought you not only the Iraqi war, but the Afghanistan war too. Those wonderful folks in Washington DC announced today that Southwest Airlines Flight 2709 from Houston to San Diego was the most delayed flight in the country, arriving late 100 percent of the time!
So count your lucky stars that you are not sitting on that flight, with some precious four-year old kicking the back of your seat on the way out to the Shakey Side for a little R&R.
See? It does get better, you just have to look for it is all. Like my Daddy was fond of sayin’ … “You got to take the sugar with the salt, that is the way life is.”