It’s been a hell of a week so far social media wise. I’ve been more political than I usually am socially as even I grow tired of all the bullshit this president dishes out. I know my little posts don’t mean much in the overall scheme of things, but I feel a little bit better after. I think what bothers me more are the comments by those blind followers--no matter what the president says or does. Apparently being a racist, a sexist, and a narcissist are qualities some feel are acceptable for the "leader" of our country. Their arguments are half-ass attempts to compare his actions by disparaging others with misleading stories out of context. If confronted that their story isn’t true, the response is usually “So what?” These are what Neil deGrasse Tyson refers to as political truths. The incessant repetition that people absorb into truth. If those blind followers keep reposting erroneous articles, those too ignorant to research will believe them.
For me, it isn’t a Democrat or Republican thing, it’s a character thing. I was registered Republican since I was able to vote and now I’m an Independent—and have been for years. I view that status as someone who votes for the person they feel is best for the elected position. My views are very much split down the middle, but perhaps leaning a little left. The bottom line is that I"m flexible.
Now, it's no longer about a “business man” taking hold the reins and seeing if running the government like a business works. He bullies any opposition—no matter how small--via Twitter and anyone willing to give him air time. Not even those he appointed and/or liked the day before are safe from the barrage of insults and accusations. Do I believe he may be a puppet for something bigger hidden within our government? Possibly. It’s always a mystery how a candidate can lose the popular vote, yet still be in office. For example:
It’s neither here nor there whether those who “lost” these elections were best suited for the job—my point is the consistency of their political party. It's an interesting observation. For the present, I will count the days until the election and see what happens. Does my vote count? It doesn’t seem like it does. But, will I still vote? Absolutely, because it certainly doesn't hurt.
So, I will continue to vent occasionally, if only to make myself feel better. I will continue to scroll on by all the ignorant memes and comments as I always do. And, I will sporadically respond to an article someone has posted to let them know it’s inaccurate and present the facts. I know facts or my words won’t change anyone’s mind at this point about the president or his administration. My only hope is that they’ll be annoyed enough to stop. And if you find that I am not responding to even your benign, non-political posts, chances are that I have embraced the “snooze for 30 days” feature Facebook has so generous provided.
"It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it." ~Oscar Wilde
I realize my collecting of books can be called by some as hoarding. That’s a transitive verb that means to collect and often hide away a supply of…(fill in with whatever you like). In general, it is often considered negative, which is understandable if out of control. Hoarding is a subjective situation and one may consider my having over 300 books as hoarding—one that is not an avid reader, that is. They are all neatly placed on shelves and not hidden away, stacked in corners, or falling out of boxes.
Aside from the enjoyment I get out of reading, there is an appreciation for the beauty of books. They aren’t just printed pages glued together and bound. They are mental stimulation as I’m exercising my brain. They expand my vocabulary and knowledge. They enhance my imagination and take me to places I’ve never dreamed. As a writer, it will strengthen my skills and broaden my abilities. They also help with anxiety and stress. There are so many benefits I could go on about, but in the end, you either like to read or you don’t.
I will admit that it got out of control in the past. I started buying used books—the collectible variety—with no regard to whether I was interested in actually reading them. That has changed and I’m more thoughtful about what I add to my library. I’ve weeded through all of them, keeping only the ones I will read. I also trade the some of the books I’ve read with the used book store. I keep only the collectibles and those I may read again.
One might say I won’t be able to read them all in my lifetime considering the amount—but one never knows. Challenge accepted! It will only take twenty-five years reading one book a month with my estimated collection. Having read thirteen so far this year, it's doable.
There is one weakness I have when coming across books—handwritten notes. I don’t condone writing in books, but seeing a heartfelt message written inside dated 1925, or even last year, fascinates me. Resisting the urge to buy these simply because of the notes inside takes willpower.
Either way, I challenge anyone to read as there is always a book that will interest you. It would be impossible to not find at least one. If you don't like to read, you just haven't found the right book.
The countdown has reached launch! Two of three teenagers have taken off and landed safely into their grandparents hands. The third leaves next Wednesday for a week! Unfortunately, there seems to be a potential hurricane brewing in the Gulf. Not a great way to start their vacation away from home, but I know they’ll be safe in my parent’s house. I have no doubt it will become an adventure of some sort.
I wonder if they are relieved to not be here. Probably. In Houston, they will be spoiled, fed beyond all reason, and have a lot of activities. Here, we don’t go out much and stock our pantry with only ingredients to make food—no pizza rolls, pop tarts, or frozen chicken fingers. I will not worry in the least how much sugar and carbs they consume on their vacation. I will not worry if they brush their teeth for the entire three weeks. And, I will not worry if they stay up late and sleep all day. In the hands of my family, they are golden and I don’t have to witness any of it of the debauchery.
We still have no kid-free plans overall, but it’s nice to know we could fly to Rome at a moment’s notice. Our only venture planned so far is a Rolling Stones concert in Jacksonville—and that’s something! We also get to feed our book fetish while there at Chamblin’s Bookmine—which I can say is almost as exciting that the concert. Call me weird, but we like our books.
The summer days have been consistently rolling by as they always seem to do. Most of our time off is spent relaxing by the pool. That, combined with our healthier eating and my Yoga, we are looking tan and more slender. Overall, I’d call that a good summer.
With eight days of Yoga behind me, I think I have officially started a routine. This includes both exercise and eating healthier. I have always despised dieting as it means to do without—in my mind. I don't mean healthy in the sense of brown rice and no bread. I mean healthy in the sense of fewer calories by measuring (okay yes, sometimes eyeballing) the portions. This also means choosing wisely what I decided to eat.
Although I never thought I’d ever do this, I am going to quote Kanye West. I honestly don’t know if he came up with it—I just heard him say it during an interview with David Letterman. Rather than a diet, I am now on a “livet."
I like the idea of the word as eating healthy and exercise helps you do just that—live. I’m learning that I can keep the calories down and still enjoy the foods I want. I don’t know how it is for you, but conditioning my mind to enjoy what I eat has been easier than I thought. Maybe because I was ready for it, I don’t know. My weakness is Mexican food and it’s pretty much a staple in our home. Quesadillas, tacos, enchiladas—essentially anything that I can wrap a tortilla around. Chips and salsa? Yea, I’m all about that. I did something remarkable the other day. I counted out the exact number of tortilla chips for a serving size to go with a homemade avocado dip. Did I eat just those? No. However, the three extra chips I added were enough and didn’t break me. I am a bottomless pit when it comes to tortilla chips with salsa, guacamole, or queso. I don’t get full. I simply run out of chips. That day, I was satisfied with the portion I served and honestly felt good about myself.
Today’s lunch was Poblano Chicken Quesadillas that teetered on 250 calories. I got the recipe from Cooking Light’s website and made it my own. I eliminated the mushrooms as I am not that trendy. And, I don’t poach chicken—ever! I lightly seasoned the chicken, pan-frying it in a little olive oil. Using one of those handy calorie calculator websites, I got lower than the original recipe’s calorie count. Mostly because I wasn’t cooking for six people and needed far fewer ingredients, including cheese. For those of you who enjoy cooking, you learn what ingredients work together as you hone your culinary skills. You also learn what doesn’t work, like mushrooms in a quesadilla.
My goals are set small now, making success feel more attainable. I’ve become friends with the bathroom scale after many years of bitter fighting. I simply ignored it as the scale never had anything nice to say. Now, I look forward to our morning conversations.
I am a woman-child at heart; continuously evolving to find my place in life. I am a mother, a daughter, and a sister. I am a lover and a dreamer--an explorer and a traveler. But it's my passion for writing that allows me to explore my ingenuity. This is something that undoubtedly carries over to the many roles that make up the ever evolving woman I am.