As you get older, your faith in mankind is further fractured. You hear false statements: âYou might feel a little pinch,â âNo, not a problem at all,â âIâm sure she wouldnât mind,â âIâll get that to you right away,â and âeverything included.â Often your first heartbreak is felt after someone says, âIâm sorry,â which makes you wonder why they would say that because if they really were, they probably wouldnât have done it to begin with. My oldest daughter lost her faith in me forever because of a lie I told her to protect her.
This was not a good week for Mitt Romney.
Polls show he is trailing in three key swing states: Ohio, Florida and Virginia.
Romney can afford to lose Virginia. But the way the electoral map shakes out, if he canât win in Florida, President Barack Obama will be in the White House for four more years.
Along with polling, a video released by Mother Jones this week has the Romney camp in defense mode.
In a speech in May to some fat cat donors in Boca Raton, Fla., Romney said that the people who vote for Obama, 47 percent, donât pay any income taxes and have a sense of entitlement.
You canât always trust what others say. You learn that as a child when all adults are literally worshiped because they are entirely relied upon for food, shelter, comfort and protection.
I trusted my Aunt Pete as a child but found it hard to believe when she told me that spoonful of medicine was going to make me feel better, when seconds later it felt like strawberry gasoline trickling down my throat. You blindly trust and believe your adults, your leaders and masters (aka family, baby-sitters and teachers) because they are the ones with all the knowledge.
If you can remember sitting on your grandparentsâ living room floor and watching Lawrence Welk for âlike the 10,000 timeâ while you tried to stay awake ... you are old like me.
Well, itâs that time again. No, I donât mean the time to start choosing seasonal items of clothing from your âclosetâ boxes or bins. No, not the time to get into the swing of school or not having the kids at home. I donât even mean the time for closing up the beaches or to âfall backâ with our clocks.
The following is the conclusion of a two-part column.
This is part one of a three-part column intended to help my readers to tend to their business in an effective and timely manner.
Writer and motivational lecturer Napoleon Hill was quoted as saying, âThe past of least resistance makes all rivers, and some men, crooked.â True.
H.G. Wells, known by many as the âfather of science fictionâ also looked at the easier way of doing this as a negative by saying, âThe path of least resistance is the path of the loser.â Mmmmm. Not always.
A similar column to this one ran years ago in the Bourbon News-Mirror. In the last couple years I have been asked to reprint it by several parents, and because I canât find the original, I looked for it and I think this (a rough draft found on my home computer) is pretty close to it.
In large school districts sports teams are made up of the very best of the best, the cream of the crop; itâs survival of the fittest. Just as many will go home with their tail between their legs as there will be those that will be fitted for uniforms.
Another âwhat-is-there-not-to-getâ scenario that I encounter regularly is one regarding waiting. As small children, unless we somehow managed to live without any human contact whatsoever, we have been taught to take turns. It is logical, common sense, fair. There may be emergency situation exceptions, like a pregnant woman waiting in line for a stall in a restroom or a person bleeding profusely in an emergency room lobby. Other than those and similar circumstances, there is no good reason to âcutâ in line.
Throughout my long and chaotic existence on this planet there have been many things that have baffled me. No, Iâm not the brightest Crayola in the box and yes, I can be accurately described as ditsy, unorganized and gullible. Add that to my ADHD and my life and career (both which I LOVE), along with the fact that my brain is rapidly aging, you will understand me as my friends and family do, as the woman who may put the cereal box in the refrigerator and the milk in the cupboard.