Frivolous Friday

The good and the bad

By now, many who know me in real life have figured out my secret.

goldstar goldstargoldstargoldstarFor four days (and 47 minutes) I have been smoke-free. But please, don’t treat me any differently than before. I don’t want any special accommodations.

I live in the real world, and in the real world, some people do smoke. I will NOT become an anti-smoker nazi, and I will not harass other people for smoking – in my presence or otherwise. If someone wants to quit for their own reasons, I’ll be supportive – but I won’t nag anyone who doesn’t ask my advice.

Truthfully, once I get a few weeks behind me, it is very likely that I will occasionally enjoy a big, fat cigar with a fine single-malt scotch. Since I quit for a year once before, I remember the good things: food will taste better; I don’t have to go stand in the cold several times a day (I haven’t smoked in my own house for 11 years); I won’t waste $90/month on something unproductive; I won’t have to be an outcast in public, hiding outside the door. Some of the lines on my face will soften. I can carry a smaller purse — or maybe not carry one at all.

I also remember the bad parts: my sense of smell will come back, and there are a lot of people out there who just smell bad. It’s likely that I will struggle not to regain that 30 pounds that I gained last time, which made me feel like my skin was too tight. I just hope that I can keep the bitchiness at bay, because that’s what bothered me the most. I just didn’t even like myself anymore — even a year later.

In case you’re wondering, I didn’t quit for my health (which is just fine, thank you very much). I quit because it’s inconvenient, because I’m tired of being an outcast, and because I can find better uses for the time and money that I used to spend on that habit.

This country is changing though, and I’m not at all comfortable with our movement toward a nanny state.

Next time you stop at a Golden Corral (especially the one on Clinton Highway), count the number of adults under 300 pounds – the last time we were there, it was limited to our family, and the place was packed.

This year, it’s banning smoking in “the workplace.” How long before obesity is targeted? Diabetics who eat things they shouldn’t? People who don’t eat their vegetables?

I know you don’t believe me now, but just watch and see. We seem to be forgetting what it means to be the land of the free and the brave.


Surfing around my favorite sites this morning, I was reminded why some things are best not shared: toothbrushes, underwear, computers, you know — personal stuff.

Check the comments in the shoutbox on Manland last night:

manland in pink

Now, I think very highly of Mrs. Daco, but even the suggestion of painting the background of Manland pink makes me want to leave town for a few days. I shuddered the other day when he wrote that she was cleaning it, remembering once (many years ago) when I cleaned up the carport and threw out a bucket of car parts to cars we hadn’t owned in years… Hubby didn’t speak to me for three days.

Thanks for the laugh, Mrs. D., and thanks for not actually doing it!

Musical Etc.

Listening to: Genesis. Via Pandora, where you can plug in an artist or song name, and create a channel containing not only your selection, but other similar works. If a song comes on that you feel strongly about (good or bad), you can click “thumbs up” or “thumbs down” to include more of / exclude other similar pieces. They call it the “Music Genome Project.”

In the background, I see that Saddam is set to swing sometime in the next 24 hours. There’s something oddly right about looking at Saddam’s face while listening to Bobak, Jons, Malone and Jethro Tull.

Even with noise-canceling headphones, it’s a challenge to relax and enjoy the music with the kids interrupting every few minutes.

Pigskin Playtime!

This year’s Clinton-Oak Ridge matchup was a far better football game than we’ve seen for several years. Although Oak Ridge prevailed 35-9, Clinton is not a team to be taken lightly.

They’re bigger. They capitalize on any mistake by the opposing team. They can run, and they can tackle. The stadium was standing room only until the last three minutes of the game, following Oak Ridge’s final score.

Clinton narrowly missed a touchdown at the end of the first half that would have put them in the lead, thanks to Oak Ridge’s having scored a 2-point touchback for them in the beginning. Had they closed the first half in the lead, it might have been a different ball game in the second half.

On the way home, I was surprised to hear that Maryville beat Alcoa, given that Alcoa now has Gary Rankin, formerly of state powerhouse Riverdale. Enjoy it now though, as I expect that after a couple of years of building that team, Alcoa’s going to be fearsome.

Still, the Wildcats showed a few good tricks of their own; Connor Gulmire has quite an arm. And he’s fast. With some hard work and support from the fans, we could have a really good season ahead.

I love football!

Frivolous Friday

These signs are a riot, given the criticism about the DA not spending any time in court, and not much in the office (see letters to the editor, Oak Ridge Observer, July 2).

What happens if a judge doesn’t show up?

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