The Year of the Cheater

I had a moratorium on discussing high profile infidelities. I figure my input was not needed, and I can be certain it's still not but I notice a theme here. It really seems like it's been the year of "Cheater, Cheater Pumpkin Eaters". Let's see, we had the Eliot Spritzer debacle, "Don't cry for me" Argentina Mark Stanford, Tiger's Beat and the Billionaire Billboard guy from Oracle. Worst of worst is John Edwards. Who in their right mind has an affair and gets caught when your wife has cancer. That's just inhumane. But worse is that his top aide wrote a tell all book about this.

My thoughts immediately go to the wife and children and how they have to cope with the onslaught of publicity for something they have not part of.

I once read an article about the difference between men and women when a spouse is ill. The article stated on average women were more likely stay by the bedside nursing their husbands back to health. Whereas, men were more inclined to run, not that many do, but when sickness strikes men it seems are far more likely to be unable to cope with the stress of it all. Almost like the fight or flight syndrome. When I heard this it made sense about women sticking by their men when infidelity struck. Yuck. There may be truth to this because when a women cheats, it's not often you hear of the man sticking in the relationship.

Nevertheless, it just appears these louts are getting busted far more often then, may I say, they thought they would? Maybe I can rephrase it as "The Year of the Lout." There's my five cents on the issue.

The week that flew by

As I wrapped up the week at work, it dawned on me how quickly it went by. Usually, January is the slowest month of the year with frigid days and nights drag on with snail pace and keep us inside bundled up. But this week flew by.

I remember first year in our new neighborhood, going into our house in December and literally not seeing any of our neighbors until the following spring. Winter hibernation. Even as a child, January's tended to drag on forever.

Now, January is half way through, the snow is melting, the temperatures are enjoyable and the days are getting noticeably longer. Great weather for skiing I must admit. Enjoy your day.

It's always something

Many many years ago, before debits cards were so widely available, I encountered a little problem with mine while paying at the salon. The older lady with awful copper red dyed hair, a fixture in the salon and predated my arrival, said to me in her broken thick French accent '' it's always something with you''.

Of course, on the outside I laughed it off but on the inside my delicate being felt trashed. Now, I can laughed it off because she was right, it was always something with me. The reason I bring it up is because I read this exact quote "it's always something" last week and chuckled. I can still vividly see the madame's flaming red hair glowing behind the salon counter, her long lanky black sleeved arms and her powder white skin serving patrons.

In truth, life is always something and that's what I think makes us human. If life were a series of repeat scenes, what would be the use? Deep. Maybe. But truthful yes. It's really like Forest Gump's famous saying " Life is like a box of chocolates."

Enjoy your day and I hope it's always something.....interesting.