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I don’t often get to watch a lot of television commercials because my DVR is usually so full. But, due to the Christmas holidays, I actually had some free space on the DVR so had to watch TV in real time. Boy, am I glad I did and here’s why.
Wait, isn’t that over? Actually, for most of us, it’s only just begun! Dieting season that is. I hope that most of you have stayed the course and not strayed too much during this past holiday season but in case you have, now is the time to set things right.
When I was a kid, this was definitely one of my favorite songs. Actually, I used to be really into the subway too. I loved standing in the front car and watching the tracks whiz by. I guess there were always a lot of train metaphors in my life and this is going to be another.
This will be my last blog before the holiday and before I begin my rant, I would like to just say that I hope the holiday brings you much joy and not too many extra pounds. And if you do overeat, do not do your #blackfriday shopping on-line. Get out there and pound the pavements, competitively knock someone down in the aisles at Target – or just go to the gym.
As for me, I will be doing a little giving of my own.
That would be Fred’s Emergency Management World Tour of 2012. There have been different opening acts depending on which borough you caught the act but it was a great show. During my evacuation when Hurricane Sandy hit, I was fortunate to have a friend take Remington and I in at her apartment in Brooklyn.
Without a trace of doubt in my mind…Oh wait that’s I’m a Believer from the Monkees I am thinking about. The bulimist line came from a movie I saw this weekend entitled, The Perks of Being a Wallflower – a very cute coming of age movie but I thought that line was hysterical.
I always like to think of autumn as a time of renewal and self-evaluation. It’s probably because it’s my birthday month (Libra’s Rock) and as I get older, I like to ponder the future and what it may look like. But, this year, I decided to make a drastic change in my life and move.
And it really isn’t just anybody. Although this is something I have suspected for many years, I totally knew this past weekend that if I was ever in one of those post-apocalyptic worlds I love so much on television like, The Walking Dead or Revolution, I wish to be one of the first to go. I don’t know how to do anything.
And what is wrong with this concept? Alcoholics can’t just have one drink. Cigarette smokers can’t have just one and crack users fill entire dens of people waiting to get high. The USA regulates just about everything yet, there is a huge uproar when anyone mentions regulating the one thing that kills more people than any other thing in the United States– sugar.
I knew I had been in Montserrat too long when the livestock that constantly crossed the road didn’t make me think twice. I mean if I am driving here, if there is a delivery person or pedestrian or god forbid, a person pushing a baby stroller, I become outraged that they are slowing me down. It’s not that I don’t like babies but it’s just that the people pushing them, at least in my neighborhood, most likely don’t have green cards, are probably not paying into social security or medicare; and probably grew up in a village without a traffic light.