I’ve Said This Before (And I’ll Say It Again)

Cell phones can cause cancer.

I believed it from the very first moment I heard it many years ago. It seems inevitable when there’s radiation (regardless of “low” levels) involved.

Here’s more proof for those of you who refuse to use ear pieces. I would hate for you to trust your surroundings/the government and believe otherwise.

If this is controversial to you, so be it. It could be the difference between having a brain tumor/not having a brain tumor.

It’s a new year. Controversy will be part of it. Always has.

10 Things I Will Do This Year

1.  Eat more raw foods. I know, boring but since there’s a cancer/disease connection with what we eat & how our bodies react, I’ll just be bored to death with raw broccoli rather than keeled over in chemo. (Except on lemon bar Fridays.)

2.  Watch less news. I’m sooooo tired of the redundant, never-ending rambling of 24-hour news. I still groan when there’s “Breaking News!!!!!” that covers a police chase in Dayton, Ohio for the entire millions of viewers to follow who live nowhere near Dayton. With supposed interest.

3.  Tone my thighs. They’ve never been toned. They’re jiggly and plain annoying when I stare at them hard. I simply cannot ignore them anymore. I want them rock hard with nickels bouncing off of them and rolling across floors.  Carpeted floors.

4. Not wear a bikini. I’m so over it. I could care less if in middle age I can sport a spandex version of a bra & panties in public. At a beach. Or poolside. Who freggin’ cares? I’d rather focus on helping out people in various binds.

5. Stop saying stuff like “the homeless.” What is that? Who is that? People without a home to call a home are, well, people.  I dunno what it is precisely about that term but it vexes my innermost bits.

6.  Be more patient. (This one makes me a tad afraid. I’m beyond impatient. I glare at the back of people’s heads when they wait until after their 345,608 items are scanned across the checkout before deciding to begin writing out their check, which for some is like a thesis paper.) Less nostril flaring, more pretending to be OK with things.

7.  Imagine myself in other’s shoes. My BF of late has been teaching me this. I blaze through towns like a blazing fire. Or a windy wind. Or an itchy itch.

8.  Inhale less chemicals. I don’t know precisely how I will accomplish this but it sounds good. And healthy.

9.  Become wealthy. Yep, money is a big deal to me especially having been poor and poorer for the past couple of years. There. I’ve stated it: I WILL BE WEALTHY THIS YEAR, MONETARILY. (And I don’t care if it sounds materialistic or not.)

10.  Stop dwelling on yesterday/yesteryear. I’m so tired of explaining to myself what went wrong with everything under the sun. It’s like a cognitive disability.

There. What will YOU do this year?

(I know you’re out there; I have stats to prove it.)

Ode to 2012

Yep, I meant 2012.

It’s always amazing to see the Year Lists…What happened, which celebrities died, divorced, married, etc. 2011 was a doozy but then every single year is a doozy in retrospect. It always amazes me what can and does take place in 12 months.  12 months! 

This year I hope plan to have everything–everything–improve. Ev.ver.ree.thing. Not some things, everything.

Health. Not that I’m sick.

Relationships. Not that I’m alone.

Finances. Yep, still broke.

Writing life. Finally found focus. Ok, a little bit of focus.

Art life. Done with that. (Artists, don’t shoot. I’m weary of lugging art around, negotiating prices, hoping beyond hoping that a sale is just around the corner…It rarely is.)

From this year forward I will focus on things that make me happy, useful, peaceful, content and vital. Nothing less.

Here’s wishing you the best year of your life so far.

I wonder what we’ll/they’ll write about THIS year a year from now, what we’ll be ode to. Hopefully pain only.