50 grams

Did you know that your liver can only process 50 grams of sugar a day? What do you suppose happens to the rest?

not one brain between the lot of 'em

Our wicked smaht government is at it again. They would now like to ban "sugary drinks" from state buildings. Yes, you read right. They are absolutely fucking insane.
First, it's the smoking, You can't smoke here, you can't smoke anywhere! I don't smoke, so really I have no personal stake here, but COME ON! If we're banning the act of smoking, why not take the butts out all together. Make it so that nic-feening citizens will be buying tobacco on street corners from unscrupulous dealers. While right now the unscrupulous dealer is our government... oh, wait! That's ok. Give them you're money, just don't light up where they can see you.
Then, they went for the trans fats. No trans fats allowed! Restaurants actually had to alter recipes to stay in business in the commonwealth. Has anyone seen a school lunch menu lately? Chicken patties, chicken nuggets, pizza, grilled cheese, mac -n- cheese... all carbs all the time, with a little cruelly raised antibiotic filled bird thrown in for good measure. I just can't figure out why school children are so sick and "ADHD" all the time....
Now, our brilliant leaders have another little treat for us before they are THROWN from their offices...No more sugary drinks. Have these idiots thought of reading the Orange and other "healthy" fruit juice labels? They all have relatively the same amount of sugar as soda. Could our government just once hire someone to do something useful.... such as READ a label.
I don't smoke, I don't eat trans-fats often, and I don't drink soda, but HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I CAN'T???????!!!!!!! Why is our government so obsessed with protecting it's people from themselves? Can we focus on something worthy of our time and let the "bad habits" take care of population control like they always have?

and the sun came up.... again!

Yep, I vented. I pissed and moaned. Complained. And, finally, got my point across and got the apology I deserved.
I'm just at a point in my life where "sucking it up" is no longer an option. It's someone else's turn to bottle all that shit up and feel it years later. Been there, done that. I will speak up, now. I'm not against compromise, but I'm also not going to be the one who always backs down just to make things easier. Easier for who, exactly?

bob

eating too many lemons?

Every time I sit here to write, the bitterness just pours out of me. I have 4 blogs in the drafts section that will never be published. I read and reread and can only sense a deep unforgiving bitterness within my soul. I am so angry. I am so disappointed in myself and everyone around me. I am so sad.
I'm so sick of feeling this way. I know it's my choice... why can't I make it?
I need to start a new season for myself, the one where I let go of all this shit I am carrying once and for all. There are no "new years resolutions" for me... I can't wait that long!
O', my achin' back!
***the painful realization that not one of my close friends or family chooses to read this blog, even though they were all given the link many moons ago... well, I think instead of hurt, I should feel relief because I can say whateverthefuckIplease and no one gets upset or offended. I am going to change the way I feel about things and stop giving a shit what anyone thinks about me.
I think Autumn is gong to be interesting and wonderful!

and we're walking

What a week. month. summer. year.
I'm learning. A lot. alot alot alot. About myself and others and what we're capable of. I have reconnected with old friends that I treasure dearly and disconnected with less favorable acquaintances friends, intentionally. Goodbye is easy for me, I hold almost no sentimentality. My divorce and the loss of my father have taught me that life goes on until it ends. People come and go and so will I.
I am getting no where in my quest to stop talking and listen more. Well, I am listening more, but I just can't seem to shut my yap. I have some much to say! Why do I feel the need to share so much? Wouldn't it be great to have a shrink read my blog and tell me what the hell my problem is?
A camping trip on the Ashuelot, one bottle of red, an epiphany on a Sunday morning.
*poof*
Ok, I'm ready to do this. Giddyup!

ah.... whoopsie?

I was trying to be a nice person this year and I seem to have slipped and fallen, but I can certainly get up. Who am I to judge? I did what i did because of who I was and where I was. You're you and in your own place in this life.
Who am I to judge?
Like Frankie said " I did it my way" and so will you.
Thanks for the !doink! on the head, old friend. This is why I love you.