Joani Plenty

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September 21st, 2012

Maybe It’s Just Me?

Is it just me or does anyone else think that we don’t do enough on 9/11.  I mean, yes, there are things going on all over the country (in NYC during fashion week before a runway show they have a moment of silence.  Very cool.).

But shouldn’t there be MORE?  Shouldn’t it be a day like Thanksgiving?  Everyone getting together with family for dinner or whatever feels most comforting.  I know that Thanksgiving is only two months later and family may not be able to fly in for both but there must be something more that we can do to show appreciation, not only those we’ve lost but, those we still have; those who missed flight 11, for instance, because they overslept.

Why are businesses open?  It was 11 yrs. ago!  Should it not be a national holiday by now?  My kids have off from school for Columbus day…6 or 7 hrs. less of education to celebrate a murderer’s birthday??  Yea, yea, yea, OK…you object (but the jury still heard it :p ).

I just think that the man who worked at the World Trade Center but took off that day for his little girl’s birthday (but whose brother also worked at the World Trade Center and did, unfortunately, report to work that day) deserves the day off, to say the least, right?  After all, it IS the day that his daughter was born and his brother was lost along with thousands of others and thousands of thousands who knew him and everyone else we lost on that sad day.  That man should have everything that means “home” to him served on a silver platter.  He should see the rest of us remembering as well.  Which we do, of course, but how does he know?  If 9/11 were a national holiday he would know what we were all doing.

Just like on Thanksgiving day…I LOVE to wake up early, see no cars on the road, watch my kids laugh and when the family sits down to eat, I think (and I really do think this every year), “I know exactly what almost everyone else is doing right now…exactly what I’m doing.  Wow.  Pretty cool connection.”

*Shaking my head*  People wonder why their lives aren’t what they want them to be, why they’re so tired all the time, why the neighbor’s dog keeps shitting in their yard.  It’s because they don’t do enough to be happy and make others happy.  I don’t know about you but I want every day to feel like Thanksgiving.  I hear the birds outside my window louder on Thanksgiving.  I hear the silence in the neighborhood louder on Thanksgiving.  I hear my children’s laughter louder on Thanksgiving, I hear the guys cheers louder as they watch football on Thanksgiving…something else that happens on this particular day every single year.  Tradition.  I love tradition.  WTC: World Trade Center; but how about World Tradition Celebration.  We could tell stories about where we were that day, teach our children the importance of family and the importance of telling your loved ones how much you love them everyday; especially before they walk out of the door or before bed whether you’re angry with them or not.  On the national holiday of 9/11 we should all do traditional things (dinner, a homemade gift, hand written note that’s sent so that it arrives to the person on 9/11 etc.) or even non-traditional things to show our appreciation for those who will not always be here; thanking them for being here right now.

Maybe it’s just me…

What do YOU think?  Should 9/11 be a national holiday?  Do you do anything currently on 9/11 each year?  Is the only day that you really talk about 9/11 on 9/11?  I LOVE comments and since we’re talking appreciation, I’ll also tell you that I truly appreciate them.  So, thank you in advance. ;)

 

Til the lip sticks and the chocolate chips,

J-

If you liked this…you may love ‘Dear Life’!!

 

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August 21st, 2012

Sometimes…

It’s not about you.

There IS no ulterior motive.

A smell links to a memory forever.

People AREN’T mad, disappointed, or jealous.

Bacon doesn’t come out crispy.

Facebook comments don’t have meaning between the lines.

People care about you more than you care about them.

People care about themselves more than they care about you.

You care about people more than they care about themselves.

There’s nobody online.

People are mean.

Other people see your amazing awesomeness even when you don’t.

People are kind.

Things aren’t as deep as they seem.

A drink isn’t the answer.

A drink is the answer.

People don’t say what you expect them to say.

Pets come home.

Suicide seems like the answer to the most put-together people

Suicide just seems like the answer; suicide is never the answer.

people aren’t really put-together.

Walking on eggshells hurts.

Lightening does strike twice.

It’s OK to give up on something.

People get tired of it all.

It’s better to sit out during some of the games of life.

A person can have what they want but choose to dwell on what they don’t want.

It really is that simple.

People are too self absorbed to hear cries for help.

Love is easier than you think.

People snort when they laugh.

Two people snort in sync when they laugh together; then laugh harder.

People don’t know how to be good friends.

Vacuum cleaner lines in the carpet make you happy.

Friends really get you.

People are surprised when their friends really get them.

The elderly are even funnier than they are wise.

Beer explodes in the freezer.

Milk spills.

Friendships are so comfortable that they borderline on weird.

80s music makes everything better.

Facebook stats are longer than they should be.

People don’t give a fuck if their fb stats are long…don’t read them.

Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.

Crazy people make you think you’re crazy.

Dreams really do come true.  Really.

You are the only one.

Things are not meant to be understood.

You want; then you don’t; then you want again.

Hearing people talk about people makes you not want to talk about people out of fear of being talked about by people.

You don’t want to know what’s in it.

People need to lighten up and just Pinterest.

Appreciation goes a long way.

Good people make bad decisions.

Bad environments don’t breed bad people.

Bad people make good decisions because there are no, 100%, completely, bad people.

“Your Mama” jokes aren’t funny but still funny.

Butt massages are normal and not a part of a “Happy Ending”.

Online friendships have true meaning.

You just don’t feel like leaving the house.

If they add value to your life, you place your nouns onto the “Keep” list; if they don’t…the “Trash” list.

You just can’t wait to leave the house.

Something that makes you feel bad may not bother you 24 hours later so sleep on it.

You just don’t feel like going home.

Snow sucks.

Nobody knows everything.

Everybody thinks they know everything.

Black people eat chicken AND watermelon.

Acts of kindness feel like a tickle in your belly.

Crisis and pressure come to help us do better and be better; embrace them.

People work better under pressure.

Pressure stops the bleeding.

Mr. Magoo’s eyes did open.

Between September and January people are nicer/meaner.

Kids say the only thing that made you smile in an entire day.

 

Til the lip sticks and the chocolate chips,

J-

xo

 

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December 9th, 2011

Dear Life…

With the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, I welcome a simpler, slower pace right about now.  But that’s exactly when I realized that, other than my lane in traffic, my lane at the store and the drive-thru at any given fast food restaurant, nothing is slow anymore.   My entire life is a status update!  I can’t go anywhere or do anything without saying, “Ha!  That’s going to be my next status!”  What did I do b4 Facebook?  See, even words have been shortened to save time.   What did we do when there was DOS; before Windows 95 and well, before texting?

 

Hmmm, I read more, talked on the phone for HOURS using numbers found in my little black book, no doubt (which, btw, I found recently.  I think I’ll put that back where I found it…as well as the picture of me with my obsession at the time; a half naked stripper named Lucas!  He asked me out that night the picture was taken but I could barely hear his thick accent over the thumping nick, nack, patty-wackness that was coming from the speakers, beating on my ear drums by the end of the night.  The crowd was now separating us by pushing me toward the door like a sweaty, lusty, alcoholic tsunami.  ”How much alcohol is being wasted on that sobering sensory overload each night?” I wondered.   My friend had to later tell me, in the car, (after I just smiled, nodded my head and walked away from him) that he was trying to ask me out…wait…what was I talking about originally?  Hhhhh.  Unfortunately, a stripper with an accent affects me the way that a glass of Pino Grigio would a skinny, hungry chick.  Sorry.

 

The point is…lets get back to the original way of life.  I mean I’m not going as far back as a time before remote control tv, that’s just dumb.  But at least back to when the gold Dolce & Gabanna Razor phone came out (I mourn my phone but still have the beautifully awesome box that it came in).  *sniff*  Yes, back to writing each other letters and sending them via snail mail.  Back to a time of less urgency…no need to reach someone at that VERY moment.  If the line is busy when you call, that means that the person is…wait for it…BUSY!  If it’s an actual emergency (or you suspect your boyfriend/girlfriend is on the line with someone they shouldn’t be on the line with), then you make an emergency breakthrough!

 

Really take it back…it will be fun!  What do you want to get back to?  I want to get back to weekend getaways with my favorite girls…where phones are left at the door when you cross the threshold and picked back up on the way out 2 days later!  This may not sound too practical but you could simply give your immediate family members a special ringer and only answer the phone when you hear it (and they know to only call if there is an emergency) .  Someone want to see if there’s an app for that?!  Thanks!

 

Most of us have it way too easy.  I’m probably 100% sure, almost that Helen Keller is rolling over in her grave.  I am fearful for my children.  What are we sacrificing?    Well, I don’t plan to wait around to find out!  Effective immediately, I will make an effort to PERSONALLY connect with the people closest to my heart in as many ways possible.   We could all use Google for the greater good…Google ideas on how to reconnect with what we loved most in our previous years ( instead of ideas on how to get revenge on an ex (because they’re all embedded in my head anyway).  How about using at least one facebook stat update each day to make someone else feel good instead of subliminally making someone feel bad.  I’m going to start eating meals at the table without the tv on and take 30 min. a day to ask about and listen to how my family and closest friends spent their’ day (and if that time runs over a bit, I’m going to appreciate it that much more.  That I connected and felt close that much longer because when all is said and done…I refuse to stand over anyone’s casket with regrets.

 

What do you already do to connect and stay connected without technology…in a mental, physical and/or spiritual way?  We’d all love to hear your stories, as they may help others simplify their lives though they believed they couldn’t.  Make positive changes, big or small, that make you feel good and lets get back to what really matters.

 

June 25th, 2011

I Heart NY

Unless you live under a rock (in which case you probably believed the sky was falling from all of the jumping and cheering) you know that history has just been made; again.  Yesterday, just before midnight, NY became the 6th (and largest) state to legalize gay marriage!  This, in itself, surprises me as NYC is the true capital of the USA (IMHO).

The slow ticking of the clock as the country waited to see if legislators had the Kahunas to do the right thing, was nerve wracking to say the least. It was like holding a lottery ticket in front of the t.v. and waiting for that last ball to match.  The queer thing (no pun intended…well, yea it is considering I just acknowledged it and didn’t delete it) is that I didn’t need to turn on the news.  A huge, monumental, event was about to take place, whether the answer was a go or no, and the boob-tube was the furthest thing from my mind–just not fast enough.  I knew, when tweets peaked and Facebook stat changes began to weigh down the internet, the verdict was in.

And there it was; such a sweet tweet: “WE DID IT!!  WE DID IT!! I’m crying now! We did it!!”  It felt like New Year’s Eve or a presidential election.  Like someone yelled, “FREE BEER!” minus the stampead.  Closet doors from Harlem to 5th Avenue flew open in unison like a choreographed scene from a musical and I so wanted to be a part of it (NY, NY).

Unfortunately, not everyone felt as I did.  People–with minds narrow in scope–expressed their opinions as well.  They have a right to their opinion as much as I have a right to mine and GLBT equally (she said equally; get it?)  have the right to marry.  I, thankfully, don’t follow or have anyone who would voice their opinion negatively on any lists within my social network.  Nor, did I care what the other side had to say at that moment.  Instead, I rejoiced with heartfelt empathy and tears the size of gumdrops as NY took one small step and one giant leap.  Bring on the fierce & fab, chartreuse, weddings of the century!

June 24, 2011 will also be a day of tribute (and I truly wish on dead dandelions that this day is placed into history books all over the world) for the gay and lesbian Americans who have lost their lives to AIDS, suicide and hate. Many now wait, with great anticipation, for the next state to join the party on this connect-the-dots-for-equality map.  Some hoping it will open doors to bigger and better things, like national legalization, while others just hope for their parents to see that this is bigger than them; their child is normal and should be free to love whomever he/she wishes, without judgement.

LOVE=marriage.  Sadly, many heterosexuals take this right for granted and marry for other reasons.  Show them how it’s done NY!!!

 

Original article posted by Joani Plenty 6/25/11.   (c) Joan Plenty 2011

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