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Friday, November 23, 2012

No Black Friday for this gal


Hate the cold. H-A-T-E it. But the cold does bring out the most vibrant sunrise colors. Picture this – the most intense blues and oranges and pinks and yellows you've ever seen and amp them up like they've downed three Monster drinks and you'll come close to the sunrise I saw this morning. It was so good I kept on walking the beach and gawking, even though my skin had double layers of goosebumps through my multiple layers of clothes.
     So no Black Friday for this gal. I had a wicked-cool-colored Friday, as Sister K would say. Everything is “wicked cool” to her. And she does the Black Friday thing. Makes it like a party to get up early, then go out for breakfast after her shopping is done. Not me, I think it stinks. Thanksgiving used to be a holiday when stores would close and workers get time off. Now it's nothing more than Black Friday Eve, with the stores opening at 10:00pm, midnight, 3:00am, whatever. Forget about turkey and family – take a nap and rush off to work.
     Besides Black Friday crapping all over Thanksgiving, don't we have enough clothes and appliances and electronic junk to last a lifetime already? Buying more just because you get a door-buster price makes abso-freakin-lutely no sense. I think it's time to turn off the TV so we're not brainwashed by all those buy-buy-buy commercials, recycle those Black Friday newspaper ads, and be thankful for what we already have. It's cheaper, a lot less stressful, and kinder to the planet.
     I hate preachy, so I'll tell my own self to “shut up” right there.
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I was feeling particularly nostalgic for the beach this morning, so I was rereading my memoir entry from this day last year and decided to post it. Unfortunately the "crapping all over Thanksgiving" part of Black Friday is just as relevant now, with retailers trying to one-up each other to get more business yesterday by opening earlier than the next store. Besides Wal-Mart, that never closes on Thanksgiving anyway, around here the big winner was Bass Pro Shop that opened at 7am yesterday. Boo to you, Bass Pro, for being the greediest turkey on Turkey Day.
     If you want to read more of my memoir "Life Gone South (when I ran away to live at the beach and be a writer)", you can find it on Amazon and Kindle, including in the Kindle free lending library.
    Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and more crrr-azy fun things to do than shop!

Friday, November 16, 2012

Election still on your mind? Read this and tell me what you think.

   I've been working on this piece since the election. I'm a little slow, I know, but life can get in the way of writing much too often. So if you're not totally sick of politics, give this a read. Or even if you are sick of politics, it might be good for a laugh and I would love to know your thoughts about how we can make things better. Feel free to share the piece if it strikes a chord with you.


THE CRRR-AZIEST ONE OF ALL

Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
who's the crrr-aziest one of all?
The President of the United States!

November 6, 2012: Election Day. Seems like a good time to talk politics.
     In case you've forgotten – amazing but true that we often forget about the also-rans before the winning candidate is even sworn in – this has been a contentious battle between good and evil. I mean, Mitt Romney and Barack Obama. But it certainly played out as good versus evil in the media, social as well as news: Romney as the 31-flavors-of-conservative, quasi-Christian (meaning Mormon, which true Christians say smacks of cult because Mormons have their own “bible”), corporate kiss-ass CEO white knight sent from Massachusetts to save the economy (and presumably the country) from the radical Islamic, cocaine-pushing, terrorist-lover, quasi-foreigner-turned-President Obama. And these were some of the nicer descriptions of the candidates. I'm not kidding. I kept waiting for a photo of Romney walking on water to lay hands on a sick baby (because the economy makes for a lousy photo op) or leaked documents proving Obama bombed Pearl Harbor (he is from Hawaii, you know).
     Why either of these men would want to subject themselves to this kind of scandalous abuse is beyond me. Then, after months of torturous traveling, microscopic scrutiny, and televised debates worthy of Friday Night Smackdown status, the winner actually has to try to corral the folks that said such awful things about them in the first place and lead this monstrous mess of a nation. No way is being President worth it for a measly $400,000 a year, even with buff Secret Service agents forever at your beck and call (although that may be more of a perk when we have our first female President!).
     These guys must be crrr-azy to want the job. That goes for anyone running for any kind of public office. Politics has become an ugly business, where anything you have ever done or said or drank or smoked or voted for becomes fodder for the feeding frenzy of newspapers starved for paper-selling scandals, “news” channels and websites dedicated to keeping the public informed (and inflamed) 24/7, and your opponent to put in ads against you. Add to that all the stupid stuff the candidates do to sully themselves: torrid affairs; unpaid taxes and student loans; unscrupulous business deals; illegal alien employees; and ignorant comments like abortion should never be legal because a woman's body is able to shut down pregnancy in the case of a legitimate rape. If all the smear campaigns and “breaking news” crawls are true, these people should not only NOT be candidates for office, most of them should be behind bars. I am a pretty squeaky clean gal – except for my predilection toward driving too fast and drinking too much red wine (but not at the same time!), plus my un-Christianlike living in sin with DMan – but I wouldn't subject myself to the pains of politics to run for Dog Catcher, even if the job paid $400,000 and came with a free dog. And I love dogs.
     So why do politicians do it?
     That is the question that should be asked by the media and addressed in political ads because the answer – if it's truthful, which is hard to guarantee when politicians are involved – would tell everything about the type of elected official they will become. Some run for power. You can see it in their eyes, that Grinch-like gleam from dreams of domination and manipulation of their minions. You can hear it in their speeches, subtle hints that “we the people” really means “me the people, in order to form pork barrel projects and do anything else I can get away with.” That's scary, and sad. But even more sad are those politicians running because they actually believe they can change things and make a difference. As soon as they take office and have to work within our political system of back-scratching deals, PAC power, lobbyist-leaning legislation, and CYA-today-because-you'll-need-to-get-reelected-tomorrow, their demeanor changes even if nothing else does. They morph from Saint Bernards, willing to charge into an avalanche to save someone, into a tied-up mutt that lies down defeated in the dirt rather than run around in circles on a chain.
     Sure, I'm exaggerating. Slightly. But there's enough truth there to make you cringe a little at the state our union is in, right?
     So what can we do to fix it?
     Mama says, “Give 'em six years in office. That's all. No reelection, no lifetime of sucking off the public teat in political office. If they can't do what they need to do in six years, then they didn't deserve to be in there in the first place.”
     Makes sense to me. Taking the whole issue of reelection out of the picture would allow our elected officials to actually focus on what they got elected to do and not spend half their term trying to get reelected. Elections would cost less because there would be less of them. Plus there would be a steady stream of fresh ideas and new blood coming into office. Then maybe some things would change. Of course, it would take changing laws to make the change in terms happen, not likely when the ones in charge are eager to keep their jobs.
     My life buddy DMan wants to create a website called NoMud.com to counteract political ads. Candidates could only post what they believe in and are going to do in office – no smears, no slander against their opponent. The site would also allow politicos to provide a defense against misleading ads. Let's say incumbent Senator SoandSo voted against a bill that would save all the cats in animal shelters from being euthanized. Sounds bad, huh? And candidate Wannabea-Senator blankets the airwaves with commercials depicting cats marching into gas chambers under orders from Senator SoandSo. NoMud.com would give the Senator a neutral forum to set the record straight that his no-vote was because the bill also contained provisions that to save the cats, all the dogs in shelters had to be croaked. No one with any heart at all would vote for that bill. I hope.
     NoMud.com would be the “Dragnet” of politics – just the facts, Ma'am. DMan's idea gets my vote. But I would take it even further. I mean, if we are going to shake things up, let's really make a fizz: No more political ads. Period. With newspapers, internet, and multiple channels of constant news, voters can find out all they need to know and more about the candidates and issues without billions (I'm guessing) spent on paid advertisements. Most people ignore the ads anyway.
     Particularly in this election, one week before election day the entire northeast of the country was slammed by Hurricane-turned-Super-Storm Sandy, which caused billions in damage. People were homeless, cold, and in the dark without basic necessities. Over 100 were dead. Communities were devastated by floods, infrastructure swept away, and sand dunes where streets should be. And the rest of the country was flipping channels to avoid watching the political ads that could have paid for a hell of a lot of food, supplies, and clean up. That is a travesty.
     Now if a couple of non-political nobodies like us can come up with such great ideas, just think about what the whole country could do. So I have one more suggestion: instead of asking on our income tax form if we want to donate $1 to the Presidential campaign to be blown on costly but worthless ads, they should ask if we want to contribute ideas on how to make the campaigns and the country better. I bet we crafty, concerned citizens could come up with some doozies worth much more than a buck. But keep the suggestions clean, please. Let's lead the way to putting civility back in politics.
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November 7, 2012: The morning after. I am incredulous to wake up and hear President Obama has been reelected. When I called it a night on all the election speculation, the networks were reporting people were still in line to vote in Florida, one of the key “battleground” states, and would be for several more hours. The Mountain and Pacific time zone states wouldn't close the polls for several hours as well. I figured this would turn into a 2000 Bush/Gore, count/recount, chad-hanging, days-long fight to the Florida-finish all over again and I went to bed. So how can it be that the winner of the Presidential race could be “called” as early as 11:18pm Eastern Standard Time by the Associated Press when Ohio went for Obama? Is Ohio the crystal ball of the entire country? What about those poor patriots still standing in line at the polls – because supposedly EVERY VOTE COUNTS – when the results were announced?! Something is very wrong with this picture.
     In the spirit of full disclosure (not the usual spirit in politics, I know, but I'm hoping to start a trend here), I voted predominantly for democrats and yes, Obama was one of them. But despite there being a pretty clear victory with Obama's 332 electoral votes to Romney's 206, I'm not feeling any euphoric hallelujah moment from my candidate winning. This country is still a mess. People still need jobs. The economy is still iffy at best. Our soldiers are still dying in Afghanistan. The national debt is still growing by several billions every day. And if the world doesn't end on 12/21/12 when the Mayan calendar runs out, then our country is projected to fall off a “fiscal cliff” come January 2013 that sounds like the end of the world.
     None of these things are going to change just because an election is over. The newly elected who slung so much mud at the opposing side are now going to have to work with that opposing side in order to honor their campaign promises and fix this country. So lest we citizens become the crrr-aziest ones of all in believing our leaders will accomplish anything at all without a prodigious amount of (cattle) prodding, it is up to us, whether we voted for them or not, to make our voices heard about how we want this country ran. Write letters. Send emails and tweets. Make phone calls. Share their voting record on Facebook and post your like or dislike. Carve a huge message in the sand if you are still stuck without power in Super-Storm Sandyland. Our vote is only the beginning of our responsibility to our country because we've got crrr-azy people running our government.

Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
who's the crrr-aziest one of all?
We'll find out again in four more years. 

Sunday, November 4, 2012

ALIVE

   DMan and I went this morning to cheer on his sister Barb in her first 5K. When we spotted her, she looked so ALIVE:  cheeks flushed scarlet from exertion; breath spurting white like locomotive puffs in the frosty air; arms and legs pumping fierce; a huge smile on her face before she even saw us. She knew she was almost there, almost ready to cross the finish line of a goal she'd been working toward for a long time. All of the participants -- marathoners and half-marathoners, grade-school kids, seniors, parents pushing strollers, even one guy running with bare feet -- had that same ALIVE look, that there was no place else they'd rather be, nothing else they'd rather be doing at barely eight o'clock on a cold Sunday morning than kicking butt on a goal they'd set for themselves. It didn't matter that they might be sucking air and sweating and tired, they were DOING IT in a big way. It was beautiful and inspiring to see.
   Congrats to Barb and all who ran or walked on your accomplishment! And wishing everyone out there something in your day that takes your breath away, makes your heart throb with excitement, and makes you tickled to be ALIVE.   

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Sandy's Love Train

   Last night I was catching up on the aftermath of Hurricane turned Super Storm Sandy. The devastation I saw is beyond comprehension:  streets flooded or turned into sand dunes; homes and businesses swept away, ruined by wind and water, or burned to rubble; snow piled up to car windows; trees dead on the ground like road kill; boardwalks ripped apart and scattered like leaves. What really broke my heart was seeing families' possessions piled up on the curb to be hauled away forever, watching a little girl helping clear sand off her street with a toy beach shovel, hearing one woman tell how alone she feels because no one has come to help, and seeing the shock and helplessness on people's faces as they described their experience and loss.
   I understand. In January 2007, the Ozarks suffered a horrific ice storm. We went through days, a week, or for some several weeks without power or water. The store shelves were often bare as folks scrounged for whatever they could find to survive on. Broken limbs, still covered in ice, were piled house-high next to the streets. Then in May 2011, a monster tornado hit Joplin, destroying homes and businesses, killing 158, and changing the lives of those left behind forever. We felt shocked and helpless, thought life would never get back to normal again. But it did. With time and lots of help from neighbors and kind people we didn't even know, we got through our version of "Sandy."
   Since watching last night, I can't get the O'Jays' song "Love Train" out of my head:

People all over the world,
join hands,
start a love train, love train.

So let's start a love train to reach the victims of Sandy. If you can, send money or donate necessities. The Red Cross and Convoy of Hope are already there helping folks recover and can use all the donations they can get. If you can't donate, then pray. Or send out loving thoughts. Call or email someone you know affected by Sandy and listen to their story, encourage them, make them laugh. 
   Do something, anything, to help these people believe they'll get through this. Come on everybody, get on board.