O.K.....so today will be the last day I take my groceries home in a plastic bag.

A greener shade of vegetable.

There are only (yes only) 80 days until Christmas break and there is so much that I want to accomplish before then I will have to break down and set some goals.

I really, really, really, really hate setting goals. Like....Hate.It.

I know it works and I encourage others to do it, (which I think is weird and wonder if practicing what I preach should be the first one on my list).

I'm like almost everyone else...I want things to be easy. I want David Foster to catch me singing in my car at the top of my lungs (which happens often by the way) realize my many talents, immediately sign me to a contract and catapult my career as a back up singer and dancer for Miss Tina Turner in to action.

Do I want to be the one that does the work to make that happen? No. I want all the work done for me.

I think is why I do not enjoy setting goals. Because they are work. If you want to accomplish anything you WILL need to work for it. Somewhere my Dad is laughing at me taking 37 years to realize this.

So what do I want to have happen between now and Christmas?

1) I would like to be 100% vegetarian and 90% vegan (this leaves room for ice cream).

2) I would love, love, love my house to be greener. Not the color, the way of life.

We are the people who have 13 cloth grocery bags. NONE of which are in the car, thus enabling us to maintain the world record for the most plastic bags under the kitchen sink. If nothing changes within the next few weeks, I seriously doubt we'll be able to close that cupboard door.

3) I want to run 10k. By December. (for those of you who have followed along and are confused with the on-again, off-again running situation...it's on again.)

I have more things I want to do but I'll start small and see what happens. I will keep you posted on the changes happening in the Reinelt household and how I'm progressing with this love/hate thing between me and running.

Tonight I'm headed out for a short run and then to the grocery store where I will carry my purchases home in a plastic bag for the LAST TIME!

Be well.

This world will keep on turning.....

I sat and watched the last 1/2 hr of my soap opera today and I got to thinkin'....

When are my half-twin sister, (who I thought was dead in a fiery car crash, but actually survived only to have had plastic surgery so that she no longer looks like me but strongly resembles our mother, who is secretly our aunt) and her husband (my ex-husband, who we once thought was our brother) going "pop-in" for a visit?

My life is so boring.

In all seriousness, and please don't judge, I really do watch a soap opera. As it comes to an end after 54 years, I realize I've been watching this show (in some form) since I was a kid. My mom would watch it while my brother and I would do kid stuff. When I got older she would tape it, wait for me to finish homework and we would watch together (after years of making up excuses to be in the TV room, Dad gave in and we eventually had to wait for him too). So for about 30 some odd years, this program has been in my life. Is it the best way to spend my time?....absolutely not, but I feel as though it's a tradition that has been passed to me and it's my responsibility to carry it on.

The reason it's being cancelled is because there are less people watching and- I did not know this- it costs millions of dollars per year to keep a soap opera on the air.
So on September 17th, it will all come to an end (they've already started killing people off).

What is the purpose of this post?

There are 2....

1. To ask what are your traditions. Do you spend time together as a family? I think the reason there are less viewers today is because families are spending less and less time with each other. I'm not suggesting taking up "The Young and the Restless" or anything, try to avoid time in front of the TV, but are you spending time as a family at all? I loved the fact that Mom and I could watch this show together. It was "our" thing, we would laugh at how stupid it was and wonder what they were going to do next. When Dad joined us well...it became even better. Find something you can do together that will become a life long tradition. You won't regret it.

And,

2. To let everyone know do not call, email, text or stop by between 1-2 pm on September 17th....Unless you're my half twin sister.