Friday, December 31, 2004
It's the end of the year. I had two New Year's resolution. One was not to put clean clothes on my dirty body or dirty clothes on my clean body. The other one was to swear off beef. I had gotten upset with the way the whole beef industry had handled Mad Cow Disease. This year, I ate beef intentionally 13 times. That's it. It's not a perfect record, but show me a smoker who swore to go cold turkey and smoked less than a pack.
Of course, there's always MeMa's encouragement. "You may as well give up. It's not like you're going to make a difference." I can always count on MeMa for encouragement.
Speaking of MeMa. I had to make two trips to Wal-Mart today. It's amazing the people that I saw there. I had some pictures to scan into digital. Three that were older than I and seven that were taken with MeMa's Polaroid. (Polaroid? I've got to get her out of the sixties.) Anyway, I had a long day yesterday learning how to create copies, but did it on the wrong machine to get a CD. I ventured back into the madness that was and still is the "After Christmas Rush." I even helped a lady through the process of getting copies of her photos. When done, I said, "There's your receipt. They'll be ready in an hour."
"You mean they aren't instantaneous?"
"No, that machine over there is the instant one, but it doesn't make CD's. I learned that yesterday."
"I was wanting them now."
"It only takes an hour, or you could just come get them tomorrow."
"An hour, I've got a sick husband in the car."
What priorities! I know you are sick, but come with me to Wal-Mart while I make some copies of these pictures. The lady at the photo counter showed her the one hour machine because it was cheaper. I tried to help her out. She tried to help her out by saving some of her money. There is just no pleasing some people.
Then during my second trip to Wal-Mart. I decided to pick up some things. I decided to get various items before picking up my CD. After trying to wade through the crowds with my buggy. I left it in the main aisle while I waded in to get some deodorant. I walked back to my buggy and threw the deodorant in it, I looked up to see someone about to drop four boxes of discounted Christmas chocolates in it. Amazing! I saw some one about to buy 12 pounds of chocolate. It wasn't planned. If it was they would have brought a buggy and not tried to take mine. There was even stuff in mine. Her husband had three boxes himself. That means that they were purchasing 21 pounds of chocolate.
It says to me that they couldn't go get a buggy and come back. Then some body might take it and then it wouldn't be there. We'd miss out on our $1.72 boxes of chocolate. It's consumerism at it's worst.
After leaving Wal-Mart, I decided to stop at McDonalds. I saw a true monument to consumerism. McDonalds had placed a sticker over the super in "super size." It's now called large size. All because of that guy and his goofy film.
I was shocked that anybody puts any stock in that film. I want to release a film where it's just two hours of me turning down the super size offer. It's a fact of life that if you offer enough sales, then some one will take you up on it. His movie states that no one has will power. We are all fools that can't resist anything.
While I was thinking about all of this, I proudly walked up and stated my order. I ordered a number 2 super sized.
Now I don't know how much you know about the McDonalds menu, but that's a combo number that I can give in my sleep. Unfortunately, it's my old combo. It's the one with two cheese burgers.
It didn't hit me until I was pulling out of the parking lot. So, I intentionally at beef 14 times. Sue me. It was still a pretty good year as resolutions went. I think that I will take a brief hiatus and then resume my beef boycott.
Later...
Of course, there's always MeMa's encouragement. "You may as well give up. It's not like you're going to make a difference." I can always count on MeMa for encouragement.
Speaking of MeMa. I had to make two trips to Wal-Mart today. It's amazing the people that I saw there. I had some pictures to scan into digital. Three that were older than I and seven that were taken with MeMa's Polaroid. (Polaroid? I've got to get her out of the sixties.) Anyway, I had a long day yesterday learning how to create copies, but did it on the wrong machine to get a CD. I ventured back into the madness that was and still is the "After Christmas Rush." I even helped a lady through the process of getting copies of her photos. When done, I said, "There's your receipt. They'll be ready in an hour."
"You mean they aren't instantaneous?"
"No, that machine over there is the instant one, but it doesn't make CD's. I learned that yesterday."
"I was wanting them now."
"It only takes an hour, or you could just come get them tomorrow."
"An hour, I've got a sick husband in the car."
What priorities! I know you are sick, but come with me to Wal-Mart while I make some copies of these pictures. The lady at the photo counter showed her the one hour machine because it was cheaper. I tried to help her out. She tried to help her out by saving some of her money. There is just no pleasing some people.
Then during my second trip to Wal-Mart. I decided to pick up some things. I decided to get various items before picking up my CD. After trying to wade through the crowds with my buggy. I left it in the main aisle while I waded in to get some deodorant. I walked back to my buggy and threw the deodorant in it, I looked up to see someone about to drop four boxes of discounted Christmas chocolates in it. Amazing! I saw some one about to buy 12 pounds of chocolate. It wasn't planned. If it was they would have brought a buggy and not tried to take mine. There was even stuff in mine. Her husband had three boxes himself. That means that they were purchasing 21 pounds of chocolate.
It says to me that they couldn't go get a buggy and come back. Then some body might take it and then it wouldn't be there. We'd miss out on our $1.72 boxes of chocolate. It's consumerism at it's worst.
After leaving Wal-Mart, I decided to stop at McDonalds. I saw a true monument to consumerism. McDonalds had placed a sticker over the super in "super size." It's now called large size. All because of that guy and his goofy film.
I was shocked that anybody puts any stock in that film. I want to release a film where it's just two hours of me turning down the super size offer. It's a fact of life that if you offer enough sales, then some one will take you up on it. His movie states that no one has will power. We are all fools that can't resist anything.
While I was thinking about all of this, I proudly walked up and stated my order. I ordered a number 2 super sized.
Now I don't know how much you know about the McDonalds menu, but that's a combo number that I can give in my sleep. Unfortunately, it's my old combo. It's the one with two cheese burgers.
It didn't hit me until I was pulling out of the parking lot. So, I intentionally at beef 14 times. Sue me. It was still a pretty good year as resolutions went. I think that I will take a brief hiatus and then resume my beef boycott.
Later...
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