Resolutions are lottery tickets
hope pinned to a slip of paper
dreams tied to the right confluence of digits
shake off the random and grab chance straight out of the slipstream
before the winning combination is lost to the torrent
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This week, more calm and settled now that Santa has come and gone, is for the grown-ups to play away the day. My husband and I are on vacation, which after the challenges of 2010 is the best gift of all. So I'm devoting our time off to copious wine drinking, book reading, and Blu-ray watching. Here's to a perfect week ahead.Cheers!
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On a day that celebrates conspicuous consumption, the true meaning of the season should not be lost. I am not religious, so 25 December has nothing to do with Jesus according to my worldview. However, I can suspend my disbelief to acknowledge the possibility that there is an historical context to the fable of a disillusioned man who worked for social reform within his community. Anyone who would have spoken against the Roman occupation of Judea is worthy of study. Whether one is a follower of Jesus, casual observer, or flat-out nonbeliever, the question WWJD? is an important one to ponder. The whole point of it is to get us to think about how far we're willing to go to help those in need. In keeping with the spirit of compassion and goodwill that should be a priority every day of the year, I bring you a story about a man down on his luck and the good Samaritans that offered a ray of hope:
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…about Christmas is eating caramel corn for breakfast. What else am I going to have with my piping hot cup of coffee? Since the caramel corn is homemade, it's healthful and nutritious. Right? -
…and now a Public Service Announcement on how best to handle those pesky, unwanted visitors over the holidays…
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I hope you didn't blow your hard earned Christmas dough at Target. Helmed by a rabid pack of homophobes, there is no goodwill toward men, women, and children exhibited by this retailer. Hate is not a family value (and it makes for one hell of a lousy marketing campaign.)Target: Way Off The Mark
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Keepsakes, toys, and knick-knacks are nestled in among tiny lights. At the end of a long day, the eyes need something comforting to settle upon. December darkness punctuated by a cheerful glow. Just what the doctor ordered.
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Now I monitor and track to make sure those parcels get to their destinations before the year is out. A white knuckle Monday as I count the days, realizing all too well that if you don't see a package on your doorstep by Thursday…enjoy your "Welcome to 2011" gift! Sadly, last minute shopping has become a masochistic ritual, so I don't foresee a change in my ways. Keep Your Eyes Peeled for the Post, People. -
I've been swept up in the holiday rush that has plucked time and attention away from my once daily (and semi-daily) routines. For example, getting on here and scribbling a word or two. It's so easy to let slip a week and then come staggering away demanding a do-over of December. Incidentally, colleagues and friends have mentioned they'd like a do-over of 2010. I second that motion. But at least we've been feasting and munching and declaring every Friday as Snack Day to take the edge off the long hours we've been putting in at work so as to send '10 off packing on a profitable note.So…back to the feasting and munching. This holiday season, as you prepare your protein of choice to take center stage at the dinner table, please pass up the Smithfield products when you stroll down your grocer's meat aisle. Not because pork isn't tasty, but because animal cruelty is deplorable. I also want to tell Smithfield's spokesperson, Ol' Miss Pauler, to back away from the trough. I like Paula Deen, but she's made enough cash from her catering/restaurant/Food Network gigs that she doesn't need to shill for anybody. Least of all a factory farm that makes Upton Sinclair's The Jungle sound tame in comparison.
As you celebrate and give thanks over the next two weeks, be good and be mindful of what you eat.
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Elf Dog's gift of choice. Meat makes such a tasteful surprise in one's Christmas stocking.
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