Adoption

I buy fruits and veggies cause they make me feel good. They are pretty and colorful and are very nutritional.  Sometimes I eat them. Usually I just adopt them from the Our Lady of SuperFresh orphanage and bring them home to rot in my refrigerator. It makes me feel healthier every time I open the fridge door and see that bag of wet, wilting spinach. Any idea how long a squash takes to go bad? I will tell you when the one that I got a few weeks ago starts turning rotten...

Fear

What am I afraid of? Usually what you think of me..Ii was told by a very wise man that "what other people think of me is none of my business."  Knowing that and being able to apply it are 3 different things. I inherently want people to like me, well....love me even. No matter how badly they hurt me. I keep going back expecting, no, demanding, that they change to suit my life. This leads me to the feel good theory.....I will obsess trying to reach feeling good...no matter how bad it makes me feel.

Soft Pretzels

I like to think that I eat healthy most of the time. I do not like like words like "diet" "carrot" "gylcemic index" "scale" "whole foods" and such.  They imply change and change is the most feared of all terrorists. Fear suggests uncomfortable and the worst thing about that is its so uncomfortable. I like words like "snickers" "spam" "hoagie" and the best invention of Aunt Jemima "syrup." Yesterday on our way back to the office, we stopped at whole foods (Phila Pretzel Company) and got $5 worth of healthy. I had three pretzels and was in a foul mood the rest of the day. I kept felling guilty about eating those things. Why don't I feel guilty about eating them while it is happening, I will never know, it seems I am in a sort of white sugar blackout.  Mustard is healthy, right?

Tact

Tact is the art of building a fire under someone without making their blood boil.  Someone Smart.  I seemed to have lost this tact filter. I barrel down the road of life,  tact be damned. I recently started to think this very character "asset" is actually a defect and I want to change.  Last night I was on the phone with the best friend, in the guest room so no one could hear us, since we have the most ludicrous conversations. I was listening to the very important story, either about nachos or child abuse, looking out the window and saw a neighbor couple walking their dog. Said dog stopped in the driveway of newest neighbors on block, (I don't  like the way they angle their car in the driveway) dog does his business in new neighbor driveway, couple looks around, and then runs (I mean (RUNS) down the street leaving a steaming pile of "stuff." I was tempted to open the window and scream, like the good white trash I am. But tact saved me.

Day 1

Today I begin my goal of writing a blog a day for 30 days. I was instructed to write 100 words as fast as I could as soon as I awoke.  It is now 3.16 hours since I woke. I stared at the reminder to blog that popped up on my phone as a reminder and thought, "this is dumb.'" Much like I think of many of the goals, desires and thoughts, that when they first come to mind are brilliant. After a day or an hour or a minute they fade away. Not this time, I am committed to this and tomorrow I will start.