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I really don't know where else to go today, other than to sigh very deeply and with much sadness. Isn't it enough that we're all trying to get through a pandemic? Not to mention dealing with life's everyday challenges that include but are not necessarily limited to:
-Illness; both physical and mental
-Suffering and grief
But then, to see the immorality, injustice, and blatant brutality displayed by one despicable person against another who was completely at his mercy?
The outrage is universal...and so is the anguish. My heart breaks --- this is man's inhumanity to man at its utter worst.
Alas, now we stand witness to more avoidable devastation: people using this tragedy to violently riot, destroy, and steal?
Why, oh why, is it so hard for us to just treat one another with kindness, compassion, respect, and decency?
Maybe it's because we forgot that there IS a handbook for how to act as a decent human. #ReadTheBible
All I can do is ALL I can do: I am praying for peace and justice.
Please join me in this thought: Let there be peace on earth; and let it begin with me. #Pray #Peace
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Memorial Day weekend 2020.
On one hand, I think the fact that we’re all supposed to continue stay home, social distance from one another, and observe all the other safe health practices that will help us crush that crummy curve offers one distinct benefit to this year’s commemoration: it gives us PLENTY of time to reflect on the true meaning of the holiday.
All that down time can be used to acknowledge the tremendous, collective courage and honor displayed by the members of our Armed Forces – especially the ones we highlight today: those who gave all.
Because if not for the sacrifices of the few, we many would have so little. God bless every American soldier who gave his or her life for mine…and yours…and our parents and children and --- you get it.
Let’s never lose focus of or appreciation for what Memorial Day really is; after all, we owe our lives, our liberties, and our even our leisure activities.
Speaking of which, yes, I realize Memorial Day weekend has long been associated with car, furniture, clothing, and/or linen etc. sales –not to mention the ritual of folks huddling around barbecue pits as they kick off the unofficial start of summer.
However, the traditional holiday parades, road races, and big beach or house parties will not be happening this year. At least they shouldn’t. READ: Do the right thing, people.
Either way, this year’s Memorial Day feasts and celebrations will be slightly muted. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
I mean, assuming you can find all the meat you’re hoping to flame-broil, chargrill, roast, or otherwise sear in some sense, it may be a good time to opt for the leaner cuts, capisce?
Because, according to a recent WebMD poll, of the 1,012 U.S. readers questioned, about 47% of women said they gained weight “due to COVID restrictions.” About 22% of men said they packed on a few, too. Apparently, the findings were validated by surveys conducted by both the American Heart Association and the Mayo Clinic.
As for the WebMD census, people confessed, er, self-reported an average weight gain of about 8 pounds. Among U.S. readers who did the body-mass math:
Yikers. Maybe the “Quarantine 15” is real?
Aw, shoot, don’t beat yourself up too badly, ‘Murica. In a separate poll of 900 international WebMD readers, they also reported weight gain. Top global offenders include;
In our defense, gyms and hike/bike trails, etc., have been closed for quite a while. Plus, working from home while becoming substitute teachers has taken time away from workout routines for a good many humans of late.
Personally, I feel the reason we all slid up the scale a smidge is simple, as in carbs.
Um, hello? How long can we be expected to resist the temptation of the 78 bazillion recipes for chocolate chunk banana bread flooding the air and internet waves? I blame the Food Network, myself.
Stupid scrumptious pandemic pancakes.
Hang in there, Peeps. We’ll get those jeans back on … eventually.
Kimerer is a columnist who thinks a pandemic pound a month is perfectly acceptable. Send her chocolate cheesecake crepe recipes to www.patriciakimerer.com
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Pandemic 2020: Day ... Oh shoot, who the heck knows?
Let's call it Day 70...I think that puts it back to on or around March 13th, when the U.S. national emergency was officially declared. Sigh.
Sure, things are starting to slowly open back up; but um, they look so different than before. And not in a good way.
It's a hodge-podge, really. First, there's the mixture of people clamoring to get back into restaurants and stores -- some trying to cram their way into what I can only call NOT PROPERLY acceptable pandemic-safe spaces. Again, sigh.
I mean, half of them are wearing face masks, half are not. Some are keeping six feet away from the nearest human; most are not. The majority of these folks, methinks, believe the pandemic has ended and the continued stay-home/stay-safe methodologies are nothing more than politically-driven hype...
Which brings us to the next grouping of homo sapiens: the ones terrified of the first batch of peeps ... and they are that way because they think the former will induce a spike in COVID-19 and spur a secondary outbreak as bad as or worst than the initial one.
Then there's the PK gang: we someplace in between, yo. We are, all at once: one-third terrified; one-third utterly fed-up; and one-third so confused that I find myself doubting EVERY SINGLE THING I HEAR ON ANY AND EVERY NEWSCAST OR ARTICLE ABOUT COVID-19.
I'm even looking sideways at some of the researchers and healthcare experts I once trusted implicitly ... circa mid-to-late March, that is. More sighing.
I feel like it's fair to say we're still at the mercy and whim of this danged virus and nobody seems too sure about if and when it's finally going "Bye, Bye, Bye" as 'N Sync would say.
Listen, all I know for sure is this: social distancing has been effective in pandemics since we began recording them. Period. So, at the very least let's try to do what we can to lessen the likelihood of making ourselves, our loved ones, or our fellow earth-dwellers sick, 'kay?
Finally, find your channel ... and I don't mean on the telly, a'ight? In fact, put the all-news networks on your parental block list for now.
No, I'm talking about picking the right coping mechanism that works for you; something that lifts your feels, calms your fears, and soothes your soul. For me, the answer is faith; always and in all ways. I believe He hears me...and you...and every other resident of the third rock, EVERY.SINGLE.TIME.
My main jam is reciting the rosary; talk about meaningful meditation, Capisce? I try a little grounding every now and again too. Not too shabby at squashing my crabby.
However you cope, stay strong, and hold on, no matter how close you are to the end of your rope -- because WE.GOT.THIS.
#AloneTogether #StayStrong #HaveFaith #Pray #Peace
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Well, it’s been two months. Like two, full flipping months.
How ya hangin’ in there, my peeps? Yeah, me, too.
I know there’s lots to be scared about out there in the big old pandemic world these days. Sick as we are of being in the casa; the thought of leaving it? Hmm.
All of sudden, I’m hearing “The Clash” crooning through my cranium.
“Should I stay or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double. So come on and let me know. This indecision's bugging me. If you don't want me, set me free. Exactly whom I'm supposed to be? Don't you know which clothes even fit me?”
Boy, who knew back in 1982 those punk rockers would be so prolific 38 years later? Especially that last line, yo. #PandemicPounds
Today things are just so --- foreign, you know? Life is just weird. Time is sort of standing still and warping all at once. And things are plain old bizarre.
I mean, for example, lots of stuff’s super cheap right now, like: um, gas, mortgage rates, uh, airfare, for sure. I see a ton of sales on clothes and cars.
Hotel rooms and car rentals are pretty reasonable, too, I’d guess.
Then again, other stuff is WAY ridiculously marked up. Think toilet paper, paper towels, hand sanitizers and soaps. Oh, aluminum foil…it’s like $27 per foot now, I think.
And shoot, some things have all but disappeared. Yeah, TP’s back but tell me where I can find yeast and flour, will ya? Oh, oh and my favorite fake food topping “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!” spray? Bam! Nowhere to be found!
Dude, what the heck? Is somebody out there baking tons of bread, smothering it with ICBINB spray and wrapping it in foil to freeze for later…like when all the meat finally runs out? Yup, looks like that might be happening soon, too. I’m guessing steaks are up to like $45 per ounce?
Luckily, I don’t eat the stuff though my husband and son like it a lot – along with most of the world, apparently. #EatMoreTuna
I keep trying to look at the bright side. So, here are a few things (‘cause I think there are only like seven in toto) I like to refer to as PANDEMIC PLUSES.
-Telemedicine office visits. Sure, it’s not as good as having the doc look in your actual mouth as you say AHHHH…but then again, you don’t have to get weighed?
-Canceled dental visits. Self-explanatory.
-Not losing your car in the mall parking lot. Or the restaurant parking lot. Or the movie theater parking lot. Or the concert venue parking garage. You get the gist.
-Not having to waiting in line at the restaurant. Or the ball field. Or the ticket window. Or the airport.
-Church may be closed but all lines are still open. In fact, more people are pandemic praying than ever. Lots of humans seem to have found the Big Guy thanks to COVID-19, actually.
That, my friends, is more than a huge plus … it’s nothing short of a miracle. P.S. He was never missing in the first place…He’s listening to us and we are gonna be okay, Capisce?
Keep on prayin’, pandemic peeps. And grab some gluten if you can find it. Peace out.
Kimerer is a Vindy/Tribune columnist who needs a little fresh air and some yeast. Send her ICBINB spray vouchers via www.patriciakimerer.com
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It's my brother-on-law Ken's birthday today. It's a big one for him. 35! (Okay a few more but it's his birthday and I want him to be happy.)
Ken's a great Dad, son, brother, uncle, and friend. He's kind and thoughtful and funny and loves seriously scary metal music and all things Cleveland sports. I hope his day is filled with all the good things he deserves.
Today is a big day for me for another reason: it is my Pop's birthday. He would have been 85.
Now, my Father was not one to be made a fuss over. He didn't like big announcements, lavish gatherings, Hallmark cards, or grandiose birthday plans. In fact, his favorite treat was the homemade apple pie my Mother ALWAYS baked for him. He'd much rather have had a note hand-scrawled on a napkin from one of his kids, grand kids, loved ones, or pals than some fancy card or pricey present.
Pop didn't care about expensive gifts and certainly would never condone a public display of his birthday in a restaurant or any other setting; he wasn't all about any of that. Shoot, if he read this blog, he'd yell at me for mentioning him. "Damnit, Bone!" he'd say; he was super private. Man, I had no idea how much I'd miss hearing him chastise me...or saying anything at all.
He was always the first one to read my column every Sunday, no matter the topic and he'd always offer thoughts on it. I think chatting with him about it; that's one of the things I miss the most.
Anyway, we always fretted over what to get him for his birthday because he honestly didn't want anything other than to share a meal and quality time with his family. In fact, a lunch at Bob Evans suited him just fine as a big birthday bash ---as long as no one in the restaurant knew it was his birthday, mind you.
He preferred plain, blue shirts, anything he could use for his garden, and a random scratch off ticket. We usually wound up getting him gift cards to Home Depot and DIY so he could buy something to use tilling the soil, etc. What my Dad DID love was having his family gathered around him, enjoying a homemade meal ("Mangia!" I can hear him shouting), robust conversation, hearty laughs, and even decadent dolce (dessert) once in a while.
He liked a funny card every now again, especially something irreverent or a little tongue-in-cheek, Capisce?
Now that he's celebrating in the best of all places, I hope he's listening to Pavarotti, splurging on some authentic Italian gelato, and knowing how much his baby girl misses and loves him. Buon Compleanno y Ti Amo, Papa. #IMissYouDad #LoveYouPop #Hope #Faith #Family #Pray
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Anyone who knows me knows I'm not a hater, yo.
I don't listen to others' opinions about folks; I make up my own mind.
I don't buy into stereotypes, having been on the misguided, unfortunate (and completely incorrect, BT Dubs) receiving end of so many as an Italian-Irish Catholic gal in my fifty or so trips around the sun.
I don't dabble in preconceived notions or suggestions formed by third parties.
In fact, I try really hard not to judge humans on anything but the way they treat the other humans. That's the only measure that seems fair to me.
So, I refuse to ride the China hate train. I mean, are there things about the government in that country I think are wacko? Sure, but then again, most governments have their own unique measure of nutty, no? I mean, not necessarily North Korea level per say but still.
Any way, I am not all about slinging half-baked accusations anyone's way.
No sirree. If I have a bone to pick with you, it's because of something I experienced myself.
Like, say, for instance, you hypothetically ordered a ten-pack roll of toilet paper back in March when there was nary a square to spare.
Let's say, for example and completely imaginary-like, that you panicked when all the TP dried up in your area and, in a move of desperation, you sent in an Amazon order for that, a bunch of bleach products, and as many disposable gloves you could find online.
And, perhaps then you were told you could get all your stuff, but it wouldn't come in until mid-May --- or so.
Which is all fine, even at the elevated price and for an exorbitant shipping charge, if, in fact, you receive what you ordered.
But when you order comes in from China and the rolls would fit in Barbie's RV -- now I'm a little irritated with the old Red Dragon, Capisce?
I mean, look at those rolls! Just to give you an idea of how flipping small they are, check out one of regular size plus one of jumbo size (um, both made in 'Murica, home of the Charmin bears, you dig?) on top of them.
Really, China? NOT COOL.
Luckily, the folks at Angel Soft have me covered - um, literally. As for those teeny, tiny rolls? I'm using them for flossing and paper cuts and leg-shaving nicks and what not. Well, I mean, that's what I used them for ... they lasted about three days here in the people's republic of "I need more than two squares at a time", a'ight?
Hang in there, y'all; Cottonelle and Quilted Northern are ON it.
#KeepSmiling #TPGate #WeGotThis #Laugh #Pray #Peace
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At least, I think it is.
It’s getting harder and harder to distinguish between the earthly axis rotations right now, am I right?
In fact, for those of us in NE Ohio and NW Pennsylvania, it's pretty much still the dead of winter.
Come on, already, Mother Nature; I'm freezing, yo. #WearingGlovesInside #RaynaudsIsReal
Sigh. No, but seriously. SIGH.
Anyway, near as I can tell, it is Mother’s Day.
Aw, my sweet, wonderful Ma. Me Mum. Mia Madre. Or, as I always greet her on our daily call, “Hi, Mama!”
Indeed it is a well-known fact that Arleen is one very special Mom. She is actually the greatest one ever. Period. Don’t challenge me on this; I’m cold and I’m cooped up and I’m cranky. And I adore my Mother. Ergo, my Mom is the best Mom.
My bonus Mom Pat is absolutely stinking terrific, too. Just sayin’; don’t poke me there, either.
My deep, deep love for my Mom goes beyond standard kid/Mom bond sitch. Here’s the thing: she’s also my friend. I mean, I’d hang out with her even if she didn’t give me life … and two pretty awesome siblings.
We laugh and we cry and we chat and we pontificate and we laugh and we wonder and we speculate and we laugh and we wax philosophical, spiritual, political, and ethical and we laugh and we reminisce and we quote literature, prose, and film and…did I mention we laugh?
Unfortunately, Mom and I haven’t had a lot to laugh about recently, though we keep on a-tryin’.
Ma lost the love of her life on what is usually the last day in February but, due to 2020 being a leap year –and frankly one of the worst freaking years of my life so far- was on the second to the last. February 28, 2020. It’s a date now etched forever and painfully in our hearts.
Kerry and I have been married almost 25 years; together 26 and that seems like a long time to us. In quarantine years, it’s 749. JK, Ker.
But to spend roughly 60 years with someone and then be expected to just pick up and go about your daily life without him? Nah, that’s not what I’d call a picnic.
Top it off with a lockdown situation keeping you from your kids, grandkids, and grand-puppies? Yeah, that ain’t right.
All I really want to give my Mother on this special day is a hug but NOOOOOOOOOOOO…. Thanks, COVID-19.
Man, the first half of this year is poopy.
Yet, there she is. My broken but beautiful, brave and beyond fabulous Mother. Clinging tightly to her faith and her family a/k/a her foundation. It is something to behold … and to emulate.
‘Cause, old as I am, I continue to learn how to be a better Mom, a better wife, a better listener, a better sibling, and a better human –all by the example set by you-know-who.
What can I say? Thank you isn’t enough. I love you doesn’t begin to capture it. But they’ll have to do for now.
And, as soon as I’m allowed, I’m going to give you the biggest squeeze that was ever squozen! Then we can get all nostalgic about Aunt Erla and split one of her famous garbage sandwiches. Inside joke; hope it makes you laugh, Mama.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom and Pat – and all you wonderful Moms out there —- especially my sweet pal Beth Ann, who just became a Mommy. Love to all Moms today and always!
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Well, it's Thursday. I think.
Hard to tell these days, yeah? YEAH.
Not much setting apart each earth rotation axis right now. In fact, for those of us in NE Ohio and NW Pennsylvania, it's pretty much still the dead of winter. Come on, already, Mother Nature; I'm freezing, yo.
And yet, this Thursday...I see a little SONshine.
Yep, it's the #NationalDayOfPrayer Offended by that? Tough crap. I'll say a little verse for ya.
Look, say and think what you wish. Believe what you will. 'Murica and all. #GodBlessTheUSA #FreedomOfSpeech #FreedomOfReligion
Just don't verbal vomit on a day that is bringing so many of us calm, hope, and peace at a time when it's literally a matter of life and death. Respect that, CAPISCE?
So ... take a minute to thank God (this is what I call Him; though He goes by lots of names, you pick the one that's right for you) for what you have. Or to ask Him for what you need. Or to tell Him you are hanging on by a thread. And then, hang on.
He hears you. He's got you. And because of Him, I'm praying for you -- whether you want me to or not.
#Pray #Believe #HangInThere #Coexist #Peace
Spon: www.cailorfleming.com/ https://chickfilasouthernpark.com/ https://www.hbkcpa.com/consultants/joshua-j-zarlenga/ Jn 10:14 I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my sheep, and mine know me.
Well, it’s been another week of wacky here on planet Earth.
California beaches were opened for 47 seconds before rule-breakers cramming the sands –and each other at a social distance of about .5 mm-- ruined it for everyone.
Continuing controversy and drama surrounding the people involved in the “Tiger King” saga made Keeping Up with the Kardashians seem more like The Brady Bunch. I still have yet to watch the Netflix docu-series but can hardly hold out forever if we remain in quarantine. Desperate measures.
Then there’s kooky Kim Jong-Un who suddenly disappeared into thin air. Perhaps he’s hiding out with that missing-since-1997 second husband of Carole Baskin (a/k/a one of the main “Tiger King” characters and yes, I used that word intentionally).
Yep, no one seems to know where the nutty North Korean dictator is these days, although his sister, Kim Yo-Jong doesn’t seem to mind his absence all that much, given that she seems poised to take over the country and all.
Yeah, Kim #9476 is currently holed up in that cushy Office 39, sipping champs, chomping caviar, and um, oh yeah, launching an exhaustive search to find that wayward bro of hers, yo.
And other than the pandemic-related scariness about the virus itself, its impact on the economy, and its endless wreaking of havoc with human hair situations from here to the Himalayas, this was the story that set me off: Harrison Ford Under FAA Investigation.
Do you mean to tell me that the freaking apocalypse is practically upon us ---that at a time when compassion is more valuable than platinum ----in an age when all we want is health, hugs, and a haircut; some Brainiac at the FAA picks NOW to take a shot at Indiana Jones?
Are you flipping kidding me?
Didn’t Harry suffer enough as Han Solo when his own kid (son Ben, whose Mom is Princess Leia) sliced him to smithereens in “Star Wars: The Force Awakens”? Stupid Kylo Ren.
Dude, did you not see “Air Force One”? Get off his plane! And his case, too.
Okay, fine, he made a mistake. Okay fine, it was a biggie.
According to the Associated Press, he was piloting a small plane at the Hawthorne Airport in LA last week when he sorta, accidentally, kinda, crossed the runway too soon.
Okay fine, he misheard the air traffic control operator’s STOP as a GO. But he immediately apologized and no one was ever in any danger, a’ight?
Okay fine, it wasn’t his first offense. Apparently he flew a little too low over an LA airport a few years ago before landing at a different one nearby. Yeah, yeah, over another plane. But again, it wasn’t that big of a deal!
Okay fine, he got hurt badly in 2015 when his WWII era plan crash-landed on a golf course but that one wasn’t his fault! It was mechanical error like when the Millennium Force doesn’t go inter hyper-speed when it’s supposed to --sheesh!
Anyway, I suppose some could be of the mind that the 77-year-old should just stick to being a passenger. It’s not like he can’t afford first-class and all?
Either way, stop picking on Han Solo FAA -- or just maybe his in-laws might just go all Jedi mind trick on you, Capisce?
Kimerer is a cooped-up columnist who’s getting pandemic punchy, although her love for Harrison Ford transcends quarantine and even The Force. Check out her intergalactic blog at www.patriciakimerer.com
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