Virginia Breeze

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!

–The Sound of Music

Remember this song? Some nuns sing it about Julie Andrews. She just doesn’t want to adopt the program. Well I sing it about Evita.

How do you solve a problem like Evita?

Because every time i read one of her posts I end up throwing something out! First it was the rum!

And now it’s my teflon coated frying pan!

http://evolvingwellness.com/posts/160/green-teflon/

I really hope she doesn’t decide that dog hair is bad for us. Sparky would have a fit. Malarky would start reading the help wanted section of the newspaper. And I would have to sleep with one eye open.

But frying pans are not really the issue today. Because I am addicted to sugar. It’s in just about everything we eat and it’s very addicting. You go into withdrawal if you don’t have your fix after awhile.

And I can’t stand the idea of being addicted to anything. So now your blogging buddy is on a diet. And he’s also walking every day. This morning we walked for forty five minutes. That’s up fifty percent from yesterday. And it’s up 150 percent from the day before. Because way back then we were just walking from the living room to the kitchen and back again.

When I noticed that we might one day go in the medical books as a miracle of some sort. Because it looks from up here like we are going to have a baby.

Blogger this year. Reality show icon next year. Right after the cute show about the parents who got six kids at one time after they took fertility drugs.

When I read Evita she mesmerizes me. I’m not sure if I believe everything she says but it doesn’t seem to matter much. Because I was due for an overhaul and she is the only one I see who has a nice looking blog and seems ready to go there with me.

Because when you do stuff like this you need to become really motivated. It’s an extreme deal until new habits are established and pick up some of the load. And even then it’s not a piece of cake as we all know. Hhmmm cake. I have been carrying around a tube of Ritz diet crackers for those moments when death due to starvation seems imminent. And a bottle of diet Seven-Up.

Please don’t tell me they are going to kill me too Evita! I need something!

Sigh. Why am I doing this?

Because you can be a senior citizen who is healthy or at least trying to be or you can go the other way.

Choose. That’s why.

Grumps must move on. . . .have a nice morning.

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The Beatles/ I’m So Tired

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There’s a cloud cover this morning so I can see where I am going as I cruise the avenue. It’s also a voting day here in Virginia which means that there are a lot of folks out bright and early. I don’t remember ever seeing so much interest in a primary! And you can vote either Republican or Democrat in this one but not both.

What should I do? I could go vote. But I don’t know much about any of the candidates. Except I did read one time that John McCain is a war hero and perhaps crazy as well.

So I’m pretty sure he is my candidate based on his mental health picture. Hillary scares me because I had a teacher one time who reminds me of her. This teacher would become angry and lay into you in front of the whole class on a moment’s notice. That was really the scary part. You would be coasting along in class and the world was at peace when suddenly she might ask you a question and you didn’t quite know the answer she wanted to hear.

Or maybe she caught you glancing out the window. You really didn’t want that to happen. It was a cardinal offense. This elderly teacher was probably brought up during a time when it was acceptable to whip your students with a branch or smack them with a ruler. If you were bad enough I can only imagine what they might have done.

Mom: “Reggy! Where is your little brother?”

Reggy: “I’m sorry Mom but they took him downstairs to the cellar. The last I heard he was screaming something about not being able to be a father someday.”

So when our teacher got riled up what followed was not pretty. And it seemed to go on forever. It was a form of mental torture that I am pretty sure is now outlawed by the Geneva Conventions.

I am ready for a woman to be president. But she needs to be somebody like Angelina Jolie who I have recently given a home here at VB. For some reason as I get older I appreciate beautiful women and their foibles a bit more. The lustful thoughts of my youth have been replaced by lazy thoughts about postponing my diet one more day. In this video Angelina talks about growing up. And she had an interesting youth to say the least. SHE would be my candidate.

So I don’t know what to do about voting and will probably just be a bad citizen and not vote. I did campaign for a candidate one time ! I handed out buttons with the photo of George McGovern on them in Harvard Square long ago. I still have a video in my memory bank of this one guy well dressed who marched up to me with this very angry expression on his face. And when he got about ten inches away he smiled widely and took a button. Such a delightful sense of humor.

But those days are long gone and much has happened since then. So much has happened. Please don’t leave a comment about my failure to do my civic duty. There is still time. Wait until this evening.

Update: They have all been calling me today. Several times. When you look at your caller ID and see the name HILLARY CLINTON you know you are in trouble.

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I deleted the post that included the review of Juno because I was disturbed by something else in the post. And rather than just delete that part I wiped out the whole thing. All of this happened because I am having seismic shifts in conscious activity regarding blogging. And anything could happen in the next few days.

Blogging should just be fun. And StumbeUpon is just a group that has cleverly managed to enlist millions of people to work for it without paying any of them a dime. We produce and refine their product. And what do they do? They confuse many of us with their strange policies.

Working with them is like eating lots of sugar. And I can enjoy clicking the stumble button and seeing what pops up without going through all this other stuff. I need to go on a diet and it includes staying away from reviews and “thumbs up” stuff.

Juno. I regret dumping her along the way. Such a wonderful performance. Such a beautiful young lady. Smart. And full of life. She has a little problem when she manages to become pregnant after indulging in sexual activity one time with her boyfriend. But then she comes up with a plan to have the baby adopted which seems extremely sensible to me. Plans don’t often turn out exactly as planned and this one doesn’t either. But we do see her grow as a person as she learns about life and eventually solves her problem.

This movie has some Academy Award nomination stuff happening. I don’t know the details because Beth takes care of that. But I hope to see more of Ms Page in future roles because she is a very good actress and gorgeous as well. I believe she is twenty years old and full of talent.

So go see it. And love the one you are with as they say.

Here is a rundown of all the nominations in a tidy website.

http://www.oscar.com/nominees/

Update:  I rewrote this post because when I read it this morning it sounded pitiful.  The alien baby in my chest has apparently decided to try and eat up my brain.  So the nice thing about having a blog that caters to three paid readers is that you can change things if you want to do it.  What are they going to say?  Unemployment is a drag.

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It’s coming. I can feel it. My weight reduction program is on the way. And now that I have read this fine article about losing it and keeping it off I am ready for action. But I’m not giving up my dear Beth. That’s where we part ways. I’m keeping the girl and getting rid of the weight. If that makes me an antiquated, overweight beast…..Too bad.

Here’s the article and tell me this girl is going to stay single for more than two weeks. She is going to be right back into the dating scene and out to the restaurants where all this stuff happens. It happened to me when I met the lovely love of my life. I went out to dinner more times in six months than in my previous fifty years! And loved every minute of it. Look at the photo in the welcome page if you doubt that. In any case here is the article…..

http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/68793/dropping-pounds-along-with-an-ex

” My Breakup Diet consisted mainly of negatives: I was no longer eating out six nights a week, no longer having appetizers, entrees and desserts, no longer downing two glasses of wine with dinner, then chasing that with a cappuccino, no longer lingering over long brunches involving bagels, lox and all of the cream cheese in the entire state of Wisconsin.”

But now she are no longer having all of that exercise AFTER dinner! So some of this is going to balance out. Or maybe that is just my imagination once again causing me problems. But I’m sure that there has to be a way to keep the girl or the guy and still lose the weight. Beth lost a lot of weight in the past two months. She just decided to do it and started walking every day and laid off the goodies. Now she looks great! I wish I could show you but she has a bad case of internetophobia.

This is a good sign for the future of our relationship. Because I have been in relationships before where someone gained weight and it only went away after the relationship went away. It was one of those package deals. People gain weight because they are in a new relationship. Or they gain weight because they are in an unhappy relationship.

They only lose weight when they are in a great relationship that has been around long enough to get past the first storm and avoid the second one. Beth did tell me we could not have really tempting ice cream in the freezer. And we should start walking miles together.

I have seen the light! I can’t lose thirty years but I can lose thirty pounds.

And it’s really as simple as that. Walk a lot at a brisk pace. And figure out what foods you can eat and maybe even enjoy eating. And support each other.

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http://davidnotes.com/2007/11/29/challenges/

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