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Tuesday, 06 October 2009
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Envy: A Luxe Novel (The Luxe)
By Anna Godbersen
see relatedSinning
Envy
Honestly, I am not someone who is normally jealous. Not really. I might feel a twinge here and there, but as far as the green-eyed monster is concerned, he doesn’t come around very often.
But lately, I’m wondering where I would be right now if I had known at 20 what I know now. Yes, it’s cliché…but hell, I’m a walking cliché. Please.
So, in light of recent developments (which are both gut-wrenching and lengthy to describe, so I’m saving them for the novel), I need to say just this: I am jealous of my twenty year-old self. Because she has it all in front of her.
Meanwhile, I’m looking out the rear view mirror and thinking, “Where the heck am I going?”
Envy is not for weenies.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
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STILL SINNING!!
When I think about my latest transgression, namely sloth, I always wonder. Is it really SLOTH? Or is it just procrastination? And if most of us are not technically slothful, just procrastinating, then why isn’t procrastination a sin?
And I believe that answers lies with the folks in charge.
I can just picture it, biblical folks sitting around a large, crudely built table (or maybe around a rock), pounding back a few tankards (or hollowed-out stones or whatever, maybe some of those pouches made from lion skins) of wine, when one of them says: “Hey guys…I really think we need to get back to work. We were supposed to be done with this ‘sin list’ last week. And I thought we agreed on ten…six just isn’t gonna cut it. So we really need to quit talking about the game and get another sin done ASAP.”
“Okay…but do we really have to come up with ten? I mean, we already have ten commandments. And they pretty much cover the stuff that people are concerned about, like the whole ‘neighbor’s ass’ thing. And the coveting the wife--that was a stroke of GENIUS, Bud.” (Of course the biblical dude’s name isn’t Bud…that’s just his nickname.)
“Well, okay….I guess no one will complain because there aren’t ten. But we have to have seven. Because seven is a biblical number. Six? Well, I won’t go into it now, but we don’t want six of anything.”
“Fine. Seven. That means we need to come up with one more.”
And they sit around, throwing around ideas, when one of them finally comes up with “procrastination.” And it sounds pretty good, until one of them realizes that they’ll all wind up in Hades if they don’t find something better.
Sloth.
Guilty as charged, biblical dudes.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
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Three Days of Sin
Three Days of Sin….
Of the seven deadlies, there are four which I practice daily. Avarice, Sloth, Envy and Vanity. Hell, I practice Vanity every waking moment. I still need to work on Wrath, Gluttony, and Lust. (And that could be a veiled offer…I’m not sure. Call me later.)
But I believe there are sins which, by Biblical standards, won’t kill you.
Like a sin of omission.
You know what I mean….those times when you want to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth….but you just can’t.
But you don’t want to lie, either.
Like the time when you were fifteen and snuck out of the house to meet two of your friends and three guys at a house that was under construction and therefore fair game for some partying and illicit “making out“….and you got caught sneaking back in the house? So you admitted to (1) sneaking out, and (2) meeting up with your two female friends for some beer drinking, but conveniently left out (3) the boy part.
THAT’S a sin of omission.
And I am guilty, guilty, guilty.
Sins of omission on my part in the last three days:
Not telling anyone exactly how much I paid for those boots;
Doing my sit-ups, but only doing 400 of them;
Watching the Notre Dame game as a means of support, but not really caring who won;
Not correcting my friend when she assumed I was younger than she (and I am almost ten years her senior.)
Sins of omission. Not enough to be deadly, but they all add up.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
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Sin....Day 2
A Little Avarice Can Go A Long Way
Avarice, according to one source, is the insatiable desire for wealth.
Insatiable?? Not sure that word fits, but ‘desire for wealth?” Hell, yeah.
Because my retirement isn’t worth squat right now.
I’ll be working until 72 or death, whichever comes first.
Actually, I will probably die on the job….and the eighth graders will never notice.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
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Vanity Fair (Widescreen)
By Reese Witherspoon, Romola Garai, James Purefoy, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Gabriel Byrne
see relatedI’m so vain….I prob’ly think this song is about me.
Today’s sin, as will be the case many, MANY days…is vanity.
“Pride goeth before a fall”--for me, pride goeth IN the fall…and the winter…and all the rest of the year, too. And today was no different.
Today, my sixth period class was thoroughly convinced I was thirty-nine years old. Even the class smart-aleck was convinced.
And any day I can shave ten years off my life is a good day.
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100 Days
100 Days of Sin
I am trying an experiment.
No, I am not a scientist…I leave that to the boys in my family.
But I am frustrated by the lack of readership.
People don’t want to read about middle-aged schoolteachers who have been married for twenty-six years and who have mostly-grown children and no substance-abuse problems.
I am NOT boring, I just appear to be on paper.
So, in order to make for more interesting, I am going to spend the next 100 days on the Seven Deadly Sins. Not intentionally committing them (although that whole “lust” thing could be fun), but just remarking on how easy they are to commit.
Be prepared, Blogpeeps. This could get messy. Or not.
One thing’s for sure: it won’t be boring.
Monday, 07 September 2009
Sunday, 06 September 2009
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10 Questions for the Dalai Lama
By The Dalai Lama, Rick Ray
see relatedOkay...it's been a long summer, folks. I have had a great time, but I'm ready to welcome fall, my very favorite season. But I'm afraid I've left some of you hanging...and you've got some questions you want answered.
Saturday, 29 August 2009
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Sorry
By Madonna
see relatedSo sorry...
My Apologies….
I need to make something perfectly clear, up front, so that there’s no question later on:
It is NOT my intent to offend anyone by either my blog or my comments.
Be that as it may….people will be offended. Why? Because I am a snarky, sarcastic middle-aged woman who is not afraid to say what she thinks. And some folks find that offensive.
But if I’ve hurt your feelings…I didn’t mean it.
Most people who read my blog (all three of you) know what kind of person I am. I am assuming that you continue to read my blog because you need your daily snark fix. If I say something ridiculous, you know that it’s pretty much part of the deal…that I’m not an idiot all the time. But if you just happen to stumble upon my blog, probably while looking for someone else, please don’t jump to conclusions.
Take a minute to read a few of the previous blogs. Really. Don’t assume that what I say in a single blog is really how I feel about a topic.Some of the misconceptions people have:
**That I think very highly of myself. Trust me; that is the liquor talking.
**That I drink a lot. Well…that one might be true.
**That I make fun of anorexics. Really? I was a dance minor in college. Some of my best friends were anorexic. The “you go, girl” comment was a joke.
**That I don’t miss my kids now that they’re on their own. I miss my kids. But I do like having the house to myself.
**That I have a wild social life. Yeah. Me and Facebook.***AND…if I leave a comment on your site and you don’t “get it?” Feel free to delete it. You won’t hurt the snarky bee-otch’s feelings.
Sunday, 23 August 2009
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What the Heck is the Matter with Me?
(or my propensity for making the same mistakes over and over)
PART II4. Numbers will continue to elude me for the rest of my life--
I don’t “do” numbers. I know people who can live their whole lives by the numbers, but I’m not one of them.
Some people are numbers folks, and some are words folks. I am words. And words. And more words. In fact, I rarely shut up. And if you want me to do a math problem, make it a word problem. If you want me to get someplace…don’t tell me to take a route number; tell me to take a left at the Steak & Ale. And if Steak & Ale ever goes bankrupt, as it did in July of 2008...I will be hosed.
Certain numbers stick with me--I can tell you my grandparents’ phone number from 1970 (315-594-2062) and can tell you what my children weighed at birth--8 lbs., 6 ½ oz for both. But anything actually useful escapes me.5. Guys will never again appreciate me for my wit or intelligence.
Not while I look like this:
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