Sunday, March 10, 2013

It's a mad, mad world...

There's a saying that goes as such: no one is going to take care of you, but you. Or, my favorite, "you have to look out for number one." Oye. I hate that. I sometimes in my head take that literally and envision some sort of incident involving a hooded man beating me senseless with one of those "We're #1" foam fingers you see at football games. It's interesting, really. We live in a world of conflicting ideologies or morals. "Take care of yourself....Take care of each other...don't let people walk all over you unto others as you would have them do unto your back...follow the golden rule..." So here's my question: how can I take care of number one while I'm doing unto to others who aren't watching my back? Think about it.It's deep. I promise. Really I think life's problems could be solved by sheer honesty. There just isn't enough of it in the world. I don't believe it's on purpose but perhaps is the by product of all of us peeps trying to live in an idiosyncratic world of opposing viewpoints. Ok...that's enough of that. I'm off to wander the streets with a foam rubber finger and a hooded sweatshirt.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Apparently I need this blog...or it needs me... here I am...six months later, trying to dive back into blogging. Need a topic. So far, over the past 2 years, I've blogged about the following: 1. Ditzy Radiologists; 2. How going to the dentist is preferred to going on a first date; 3. My zany adventures in buying ostrich meat; 4. How I told my personal trainer that I want to wrap myself in bacon; 5. Ancient Chinese Secret: Amazon blond causes a bike accident in China; 6. something about Dr. Who...for the benefit of Mr. Tom ( Beatles' fans might get that pun) 7. and something about "getting sticky with wicki" So... What now? Sequestration? (although since I'm a gov employee, this may not be the wisest topic). Pushing 40 and still single? (this would require lots of whiskey and cigars) My zany adventures in getting lost while walking in Waikiki?( true story but sorta on purpose...I pack a backpack and go on an urban, "I don't know where the puck I'm going" stroll). Tomorrow I'll come up with a new one...just writing this has made me sleepy. Nappy time.