Exercise is a Waist of Time

File this under Male Chauvenist Pig.

I have always known the doing steady housework was as good as any exercise regimne. Being a loving husband I let my wife get all the exersise she can. Bending to pick up my sox is an act of love on both our parts.

Honest. From the linked article:

Dusting, mopping and vacuuming was also better than having a physical job.

The latest study looked at both pre- and post-menopausal women and a range of activities, including work, leisure and housework.

All forms of physical activity combined reduced the breast cancer risk in post-menopausal women, but had no obvious effect in pre-menopausal women.

Out of all of the activities, only housework significantly reduced the risk of both pre- and post-menopausal women getting the disease.

Housework cut breast cancer risk by 30% among the pre-menopausal women and 20% among the post-menopausal women.

Not Nixon as Legacy

Doesn't it seem just a little strange that the Mainstream Liberal Media is all over this Gerald Ford Legacy as if he was the last good Republican? HMMM?

The headline in the Chicago Tribune the day after he died was, "Could Ford Be Accepted by Today's Republican Party?"

Really??

I liked Gerald Ford. Thought he was a nice guy. But as Tammy Bruce said today, His main Presidential legacy is that he wasn't Nixon. That's about it.

I suspect this Knighted Sainthood drivel from the media has more to do with Antipathy for Reagan and the Reaganesqe GWB than anything else. IF the MSM can lionize Ford at the expense of the policies of Reagan and GWB they will do so. They wish the Reagan era had never happened.

They don't dislike us, they hate us conservatives. Evil people that Liberal MSM as they are dancing on the grave of a dead man (again). But then as the funeral of Corretta King showed, they are shameless clods.

Then there's Bob Woodward's breathless release of the tapes seconds after Ford died. His corpse wasn't even cold. Woodward can't do enough to discredit Bush.

I sometimes would like to revisit that freedom of the press thing. That's probably why I shouldn't be KING anytime soon.

Potentially what will become the most overblogged story of the year

It just came out, but I believe that this story from the NYT will be blogged to exhaustion. Saying Yes to Mess

So, to get in on the front end of this curve here's mine.

It's all about those with messy desks, messy closets and messy book piles like on my side of the bed (about 20), that messy is a sign of a limber and creative mind and of KIND person.

I think I qualify.

The article says:

An anti-anticlutter movement is afoot, one that says yes to mess and urges you to embrace your disorder. Studies are piling up that show that messy desks are the vivid signatures of people with creative, limber minds (who reap higher salaries than those with neat “office landscapes”) and that messy closet owners are probably better parents and nicer and cooler than their tidier counterparts. It’s a movement that confirms what you have known, deep down, all along: really neat people are not avatars of the good life; they are humorless and inflexible prigs, and have way too much time on their hands.

So there. Don't you feel better?

Pain Pain Go Away

Christmas shouldn’t be painful. There should be Joy.

There is, Spiritually.

But we still walk around in these darn bodies and interact with other bodies.

So, Christmas was painful. In the natural.

Painful because it’s a long drive to North Dakota. Pain in the rear, literally as I sit in the seat for 12 hours. Painful because you say hello and goodbye without knowing if there’s going to be another hello later.

Painful because we all deal with situations differently. Painful because my way is right. That should be a joke, but it’s less funny than all that.

So here’s the whole Redlin Assemblage in North Dakota at Christmas. It was good to be together.

Here’s the Gene and Peggy Redlin family including Son Tim, Raquella and our grandchildren, and Son Kevin who unfortunately inherited hair like mine (none on top).

I don’t see Kevin but once a year. So, this picture of him is a good resemblance. Some people struggle as they get older, but he gets better looking every year, so tall and strong. I guess you could say I am proud of him.

Tim and his family are very exceptional people. Brian, his oldest, 6 years old, read the Christmas story from the Bible along with his dad. They alternated verses. He’s in kindergarten and reads at a 4th or 5th grade level. His reading level is what mine was in the 3rd grade. Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Edgar Rice Burroughs, etc.

I would tell you that his genius come from my side of the family, or better yet directly from the grandfather Gene genes. I would tell you that but it’s not true. He’s been raised well.

Our youngest Grandchild (3) insisted that I leave Nana (Peggy) with him and go find another “Friend”. I said I kinda liked Peggy and wanted to keep her as my friend. I’m not sure he bought it.

There will come a day when these meeting and partings will end. So I treasure them for what they are.