Voodoo Mom Predicts Disaster

First up, a must-read for anyone afraid of Zombies--check it out on Amazon--if you dare. Zombie Survival Guide, by Max Brooks

Today, my morning radio show, Armstrong & Getty, was reporting live from San rancisco in honor of the 100th anniversary of the Great San Francisco
Earthquake. I wasn’t getting into the interview about the importance of having n emergency kit (yawn). Then, some retired politician was interviewed—might have been former Mayor Willie Brown. The thing that made my ears perk was when he said, “Well, as you know, in politics, sometimes you need to tell stuational truths—it’s not a lie.” The truth is just stretched to provoke a pecific outcome, basically. This was said in jest, of course, and no politician who wasn’t retired could be so honest. I think this sums up the entire Bush Administration’s tenure in a nutshell—one small particle of truth or surmise spiraled into what we face on all fronts today. The sad thing is, I think our President believes his situational truths to be real. If he were a homeless person on the street, he’d be classified delusional and put on meds.

Sometimes I wonder why things unfold one way or another. Are our lives a product of predetermination or is it solely the tangible result of each previous action we’ve taken, all of which are within our control? How does choosing inaction, which is in itself an action, impact our future? Is taking a leap of faith from time to time imperative to finding our potential or at least furthering us along in our journey? And, are these things determined by the heart, the mind, or the gut? I’m going to choose to keep all doors open, windows raised, and heart, mind, and gut open and see what happens. I’m kind of thinking life wouldn’t be much fun without endless possibilities.

Obviously, I have way too much spare time on my hands. Being lazy last night left too much room for contemplation. I should have been mowing the lawn or something. But, I did see the movie "13 Going on 30" last night. Having a chance for a do-over has some appeal. The problem is before getting that do-over, you need to know the rules. Do you get to take with you whatever copious wisdom you may have picked up over the years? Do you get to change any of your physical characteristics (it has nothing to do with being called a Carpenter’s Dream throughout school, really)? Do you get to pick a better wardrobe (okay, Earth shoes and polyester everything—that was cool, right?) I was thinking about what would happen if I went back to age 14, when I had pretty much set my life’s path in my pea sized brain. Then, I decided that it all turned out okay considering every teenager I’ve ever met should not, by rights, get through to adulthood based on the stupid things they do and I was no exception! (Oh, that's right I was an exception—a model of perfection—I’m sure my mom would agree—probably why she said, >"Whatever you brought to me, will be tripled upon you!"—my mom's version of the Voodoo Curse—I could hear the beat of the Tanbou Rada echoing in my head as she said it). I guess it's just fine I didn't get that do-over--I probably wouldn't have done anything any differently.

My sister’s dog has joined Daisy and I each night this week. He is going to drive me insane. Well, not him, but them together. I have never met two dogs so jealous of my attention. If only I had this problem with potential dates.

<Each man is the architect of his own fate.~ Appius Claudius

Published on: Apr 19, 2006