We didn’t get an early Valentine’s present from the Falcons as in bragging rights to this year’s Super Bowl, but there’s always next year. Fans that jump ship because they lost, aren’t really fans I don’t think. They played hard for two quarters and in games, there is always a winner and a loser and we must be able to accept one or the other.
Regardless of how they do, I will always be a Georgia Bulldog fan because it’s my alma mater for one thing, but also because I’m from Georgia. My husband isn’t a real football fan but even he pulls for the Cowboys since they are from his home state of Texas. He even watches them from time to time. As a Georgian, I also pulled for the Falcons. It just wasn’t to be for them this year.
Point is, we need to be committed and that seems to be lacking these days; no commitment to anything.
Sometimes I get really frustrated at the way our world is right now and how people are behaving. No respect for the office of the President of the United States from many people. Have we really forgotten what it means to be an American?
There is a difference between a ban and extreme vetting and what’s really wrong with taking a pause in trying to keep America safe? Other presidents have done similar bans.
It just seems that no matter what Trump does, those whose candidate lost will not be happy regardless and will question and trash every decision. The one thing I can say is that he is at least keeping his campaign promises which is certainly a change. I can’t believe the pace he is keeping at his age. And whether or not I agree with his decisions, I at least will give him a chance.
There is nothing wrong with peaceful protests but the rioting and looting and all the damaging is another story.
Democrats refusing to attend the hearings for nominees makes my blood boil. We elected them to do their jobs. It’s just another example of why we need term limits. Frankly, I’m tired of the republican vs. democrat. It should be about America and its citizens not partisan politics. Washington has certainly gotten away from what they were elected to do. I truly believe term limits would restore some sanity back to those offices. One can always hope and pray.
Valentine’s being on a Tuesday this year kind of puts a damper on celebrating, at least for David and I as Tuesdays usually mean late nights for me. I’ve decided, however, it really doesn’t matter if you celebrate it on the actual day or not, as long as you celebrate. In reality, all these special days should be something we celebrate and practice every day.
After my husband died in 2003, I didn’t have thoughts of getting remarried. In fact, I said the one word you shouldn’t say, “never”. Never say never, my grandmother always told me.
God had other plans and I thank Him every day for sending me another wonderful man to spend my life with as I begin the aging process. There are some days I want to wring his neck and I am sure he feels the same about me, but I can’t imagine anyone else being so patient and understanding. We seem to balance each other and he helps keep me calm when everything falls apart around us.
He has dreams of at least finishing the eight miles on the Appalachian Trail in Georgia, he hasn’t hiked yet. I totally support this and want to do it as well but I’ve got a lot of training to do. He easily puts on a 40-lb. backpack and can go several miles without collapsing though sweating profusely. Me, I prefer to not take my training to that level until I feel I’m ready and won’t die from it. So far, I can go three miles without the backpack. When I do don the backpack, it won’t be with 40 pounds at first, that’s for sure.
Plans are to go in March so I’ve got to work a little harder I know. It is easier for me to walk outside than on the treadmill, but there are days I just can’t take the cold weather so have to opt for the mechanical trail. I have found one good thing that makes me walk faster because I get aggravated. That is, if I watch the news and listen to all the rhetoric and propaganda, I tend to walk faster and harder. That can be a good thing, as long as I let all of it go once off the treadmill and I am working on doing just that every day.
David and I take turns every other year, planning our Valentine’s celebration. It’s my year this year and I’m just not sure what I’m going to do yet. It’s definitely not going to be any hiking adventure this year.
Remember your Valentines every day. Blessings.
VICTORIA SIMMONS is an author, columnist, motivational speaker, minister and publisher of The Georgia Post/Byron Buzz. Contact her at: firstname.lastname@example.org