Snoozing the Alarm Clocks of Life

I find myself in a time of life where the noise of things trying to tell me something are starting to reach some sort of cacophonic level, and yet I continue to push the snooze button on these alarms.

Life calls to me to wake up to the vision I see, but still I drag my ass and won’t see the alarms for what they are. In reality I know that I wake up very slowly, but transferring this to the things that will improve aspects of my life really isn’t something I should allow myself to do.

And yet…

Thinking Gets In The Way

I ventured to Sonic for the first time today. I have always gotten a kick out of their commercials, and I have one just two blocks away, so it was time. I knew the after I ran errands I just wanted to grab something quickish, so yeah, Sonic, why not. I certainly wasn’t expecting them to be as busy as they were at 2:50 pm, but the drive thru was even more full when I left, so I guess 3 on a Saturday is the time to be there.

The food was decent, and decently priced, so I am sure I will be back eventually, but the thing that is really sticking out is the strawberry lemonade. On a base level it is rather tasty, but then I went ahead and doctored it a bit with some huckleberry vodka, and that’s what brings me to now.

Distracting from Realizing

The last year has been a helluva ride, some good, a fair amount of bad, and then everything in the middle. My default mode is to not complain, not make a fuss, because really there is so much worse out there, but then I have to pause and think about how every level of suckage is important to denote. Too often we are told to not bring things up, don’t worry about the small things, don’t focus on that, it’s all good, but is it? Is it?

Twenty Twenty One Has Arrived

I don’t go in for that whole new year new me thing, that out with the old in with the new thing, but I won’t yell at you if you do. There are a lot of old things I love, so why would I throw them out? I try to better myself each day, mentally at the very least, so the newness of me is an ongoing process, one I am proud to be part of.

I understand why people take on this mantra or way of thought, a new calendar is a physical and visual example of “the new” and from that it can be easier to bring change or growth into a life. The cynical view though, looks at the statistics of how many resolutions fail, how many new me’s don’t actually make it into reality.

It doesn’t mean you can’t embrace the idea for as long as you want, and however you want.

No, this is soup for my family…

If only I could go back in time when I was first writing a blog and change its title to Soup For My Family, if only I had known that 2020 would bring that gem into my life. Alas that is not something I was prescient enough to see, so I will stick with what I have.

Speaking of what I have, welcome back fearless readers (here I make the assumption that readers will return) and sorry I let this here blog get so dusty. About threeish years ago I felt like I was getting to be a bit of a broken record so I thought I would step away for a bit, time flew by, and the dust accumulated. I look at the record I thought was broken and I see nothing has really changed in relation to that, but I have felt the itch to write again, so here I am.

You Know They Were Traitors, Right?

So this country of mine is kind of all over the place right now. The usual unrest that has been in existance since November of last year hovers over us like the smoke from the fires tearing through our forests and fields. People on both sides are irritated by the other, but this past weekend something has brought us together, well mostly, and that is Nazi’s.

To Distract Or Not To Distract…

The question I have been asking myself over the past few weeks revolves around just how much of what is going on do I want to subject myself to. I want to be an informed citizen, but so much of what is going on in DC just pisses me off, and I have to wonder if it is really healthy to put yourself through raising your blood pressure continuously.

You can’t escape it, or at least the social media life that I have cultivated basically means that I can’t escape it. I have put the work in to make sure that I don’t just have left leaning sources for the information I take in. I do this because I cannot stand being caught out in a situation and possibly looking stupid because the opinion I have is based on something that has been skewed, possibly an “alternative fact”. So if I can’t escape it, at least I am staying aware or something along that line.

Bullheadedness and curiosity are what keeps me going back for more, but at what cost?

One Week Later…

A lot has happened in the last week, A LOT. I didn’t expect the new President to try and implement each and every one of his campaign promises as fast as he seems to be doing, but then again I haven’t known what to expect from him on any level. I had a discussion with a friend that voted for Trump and we agreed that it seems like the President might be afraid that he will be looked upon as a failed politician if he doesn’t see these promises through.

For someone that voted against this group of campaign promises as much as I voted against the man himself, I am finding it hard to find optimism in all of this. I like progress, acceptance, and understanding, but so far this Presidency seems to be full of knee jerk reactions that work because the people pushing things through have blinders on. I was reminded by the Women’s Marches around the world that there are reasons to still have hope, but it is still difficult to hold on to that for extended periods of time. 

And So It Begins

This is a day that I have thought a lot about since it became a reality on November 8th, but when it actually got here, well that was something else entirely.

I did not vote for Trump, really there was no scenario where I could find myself voting for him, so I was disappointed by the election results back in November. I was surprised by the results, I knew it was a possibility, but I was still surprised by it. There were a lot of exciting possibilities in this election, but Trump was one I could not back at all.

2015 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 630 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 11 trips to carry that many people.

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