Archives for January 2012

Reading The Cars

I’m always surprised by what you can find out about someone just by reading their car.

Forget trying to figure out an incomprehensible vanity license plate.  All you have to do these days is read the stickers and decals and cling-ons and magnetic ribbons people seem to be sticking all over their vehicles.  Everything from how many kids and animals they have to whether or not they like “Twilight” is right out there for the world to discover.  Self expression on four wheels.

Made Paranoid By Cats

Sometimes, as I lie upon my cot at night, one or more of my cats come up on the bed, walk up beside me, and stare at me as if trying to communicate through telepathy. Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I will find one or more of my cats sitting and staring at me, as if trying to communicate through telepathy. Sometimes when I wake up, I have hair in my mouth. Sometimes the hair does not belong to me.

This makes me paranoid.

An Ode to Girl Scout Cookies

Well, don’t I feel all dramatic after my last couple of blog posts? Sorry about that. I’ll just tell you that the doctor’s visit went pretty much as I feared and my diabetes is bad at the moment.

But I’ve decided that just because my diabetes is bad, and just because my debt is bad, doesn’t mean that I’m bad.  I’m feeling determined, and I’m taking steps down a healthier road. My debt makeover and my physical makeover mean this year is going to be fabulous. So there.

Diabetes and Addiction

I have type 2 diabetes. I’ve had it for about 7 years. There was a point, soon after I was diagnosed, when I was able to control it with food and exercise. I lost pretty much weight. My a1c (the diabetes blood test) was pretty much normal. I was pretty arrogant about it. I always get arrogant when I lose weight (I’ve lost a LOT of weight three or four times in my life). I always think that I have the weight thing beaten. I always feel pretty full of myself. I always think that THIS time, it will be different. And I’m always wrong.

After a year or two of eating very strictly, I decided to let myself eat some of the things I had eaten before. What could it hurt? Hadn’t I been good? Didn’t I deserve it? Plus, I didn’t indulge all of the time. Just once in a while. Except that “once in a while” quickly came more and more and more frequently. And before I knew what was happening, all hell had broken lose.  Again.

Snowy Evening

In celebration of the first significant snowfall since October at The Palatial Horvath Estate, I thought I would share one of my favorite snow poems, “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.

The thing I love best about Frost’s poems is that on the surface they sound all folksy and wholesome, but if you think about them a little more, they go so much deeper.

I hope you enjoy it!


Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Goals, Dreams, and Remembering My Father

I was thinking about my father as I drove into work today, and it made me feel kind of melancholy. We’re coming up on the third anniversary of his death, so he’s been in my thoughts more than normal, I guess.

The reason I was feeling melancholy was not because he died. He’d suffered for a long time and saw death as a release. But I was thinking about the dreams my father had, his goals for his later years.

They were simple dreams, really.  He wanted to buy a little truck and go around working as a handyman. He wanted to care for his house and lawn. He wanted to take long walks.  He wanted to travel.