It's always such a sweet suprise to find a gentle hand extended in offer of help.
A suprise even sweeter in the realization that my struggles have been remembered~
Encouragement and support nurture the sprouts of creation.
Thank you, God and Tonto for your help!

The Blessings are found in the Giving as well as the Receiving~

Obliviously Obsidian and so Blue~
This evening, I learned, from the man who failed to die. My heart goes out to him. He craves the serenity of his death. And now, like an enraged Gladiator, he taunts death; goads it and spits in Death's eye. He says he doesn't care. Feeling cheated and abandoned, he confesses to hating God at one time. We both understand, however, that God doesn't meddle in the lives of men. He watches and waits. Waits for us to find the Grace to come home.

I'm looking forward to the number games available this year. Like:
01/02/03
that's tomorrow!
Then there's 03/03/03 to look forward to my lucky number in triplicate!
In the same month I can also write
03/30/03.
A good beginning and a good ending.

I believe the final number that will be fun to ponder will be 05/04/03.

If I come up with more, I'll add them. But what it boils down to is that
I'm looking forward to a very good year. I expect that, no,
I think I'll say,

I HOPE

I hope to be 100%,
give my best and find satisfaction in my work~

I hope to be healthy,
work on my endurance, strength and power~

I hope to be loving,
finding tolerance and patience with anyone~

I hope to absorb,
learn new skills, refresh my memory and grow~

I'll start with these nebulous desires.
I'm not going to set anything in stone.
I just want to succeed,
However small,
as long as it's full of energy~

In the back of my mind a tiny squeeky voice is prodding at me. It's annoying and it's persistent. I've taken Excedrin, and even had a little 'Egg Nog & Bourbon'. Nothing helps. It started about a week ago, just after Christmas, in fact.
Lets face it. One of the most frustrating things about 'The Holidays' is getting all my ducks in a row. No, not the one that will be enjoyed by all on Christmas day. Most certainly not the 'Goose' that everyone likes to give the cook (while I'm bending over basting the turkey)! I mean the 'ducks' that represent the 'chores'~.
Shopping for gifts for everyone.
Decorating the Manor.
Planning the Menu.
Arranging the Seating Plan.
Setting the Table.
Becoming an alcoholic
~Well, you get the idea, however, once that part of 'The Holidays' is accomplished and put to rest, there is still that squeeky irritating voice egging you on, getting louder every day. This phenomenon is the other frustrating thing about 'The Holidays'.
It begins with a whiny obvious statement like, "It's going to be a New Year, soon." Then it starts with the prying, "What are you going to do to make it better than this last pitiful one? Huh?"
The snide criticism is what really gets to me!
Then, it has the gall to start pointing out the goals I didn't quite get to this past year, "What about those shabby little savings and retirement accounts, hmmmm? Tsk, tsk, tsk!" And then, "Oh, is that a Michelin growing around your middle? Aren't we a little too old for 'baby fat'? What happened to the $300 membership at the rec center? How much does each visit to the pool and weight room work out to when you only went about 8 times all year? Not very cost effective was it? Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
It's condescending little tone making me moody and causing me to snap at my dearest of friends. At this point, my family is ready to duct tape my mouth shut and is even considering selling me as slave labor to some middle eastern sect!
Ok, ok, ok, I give up!
It's time to deal with the issues and make that hounding stop!
1) I promise myself not to go over 600 pounds in 2003
2) I promise myself not to let my savings account go below $25 in 2003 (required min balance)
3) I promise myself to save $300 this year by not buying a rec center membership and buy myself comfort food instead (refer back to #1)

There, now. That feels much better! And I believe the whining has stopped. Just to make sure I'm going to imagine my alter ego finding a nice big, two sided sledge hammer laying along the side of a neuron pathway, then finding the whiny little bugger and whacking her until she's nothing but a little grease spot on the dura matter. Ah, what a nice thing silence is!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Whurl 

I must begin by thanking Sean for his recomendation to me. He suggested I create a blog for myself and the idea intrigued me. I can imagine what he thought when he asked what I would write about. Me, of course! Ha ha! My favorite subject. I'll expound my theories, pound my fists and lie about my pounds. Poetry, of course. Most definately my thoughts about the Soap Box.


Ah, the Soap Box, not a box of suds, rather the place I go to learn how people discuss their politics and opinions. Sometimes I go there and all I learn is insults! It's an adventure nonetheless! Perhaps those people will come and read my humble little musings and find themselves imortalized in my writing. Maybe I'll learn more insults! We shall see! {Chortle}