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If you haven't heard it
enough this past week, "HAPPY NEW YEAR." Let's get to the business at
hand and that is resolutions. I try to get two or three in the hopper
and see if I can succeed at just one of them. This year let's see if we
can have more of them. Have you noticed the television commercials for
weight loss programs and fitness centers. I remember when fitness
centers were called gyms. In
Atlanta they have "personal trainers" that you pay $50 an hour to
have them yell at you to "feel the burn." You will also notice the ads
for various drugs and programs to help those of you who smoke, quit.
When my mother quit smoking when she was about 45 or so, it was a big
deal. Researchers say nicotine is as addictive as some illegal
narcotics. Having never been a smoker, I admire those of you who have
stopped. I made a list of things I resolve to do this year and hope by
the time we drop the possum on December 31st I will have followed
through with them. I resolve to take a course on time management, just
as soon as I can work it into my schedule. I resolve to never cut my own
hair. I will not begin to try to understand how the Internal Revenue
Service operates and will let Jackie Roberts figure out how to keep me
from going to Levenworth,
Kansas. Resolutions include not trying to bathe any of the cats
the girls have. I once tried to give
Elvis the cat a
bath while in the tub. The scratches cleared up in two months. I do
resolve not to handle any of the buzzards that inhabit Tallapoosa this
time of year. I will give up my dreams of being an tenor in the Florence
Opera. Not the one in
Italy, the one in
Alabama. The dream of coaching in the
NFL have faded over
the years. I did once coach against Falcon
Coach Jerry Glanville
in the North/South Georgia High School All Star game and beat him, in
spite of him putting Deon Sanders in the game. It shall be resolved that
I will never bet on the
Detroit Lions or
Buffalo Bills in 2011 or anytime this century. I will not go to
Machu Picchu this
year. I resolve not to attend
Prince William's wedding in
London
this April. Mother made me watch the wedding
Princess Margaret to Anthony Armstrong Jones on television when I
was a kid and royal
weddings never had the impact on me that
Mickey Mantle and
the New York Yankees
or Johnny Unitas
and the Baltimore Colts had on me. I went to
Buckingham Palace
back in 1986 and watch the changing of the guard. If only we could
rotate politicians the way the royals do the guards. I don't see me
swimming the Ganges River
this year. I will not vacation in the Sudan or go fly fishing in the
Danube in 2011. It is resololved that I will not be going to concerts by
the following "artists."Waka Flock Flame, Brittney Spears,
50 Cent,
Gucci Mane, Pink,
Nelly, Pitbull, Lil'
Wayne, Eminem,
Nelly, Katy Perry,
T. I. or Snoop Dogg.
I will go to see
George Jones,
Charlie Daniels,
Paul McCartney,
Ringo Starr,
Chicago, Ray Price,
Merle Haggard, and
Willie Nelson if
the opportunity arises. I've resolved to never eat another fried chitlin
like I did in 1970 or will I try to go to a meat packing facility to see
how baloney or hot dogs are made. I will not sky dive. Why jump out of a
perfectly good airplane? I will not buy every product
Paula Deen says I
need. My resolutions include not to cry when Oprah does her last show.
I resolve to keep my resolution made years ago that I will not allow
Jon Stewart and
the "Daily Show"to be my source of news and information. I will
continue to stand and remove my hat when the Star Spangled Banner is
played. I will not join the Tea Party movement. I have started my own
party. Keep Economies Growing or the KEG Party that was founded over the
holidays while driving through Steadman. So far, I'm the only member. I
resolve to not become a
vegan and will eat as much red meat as I can in 2011. I resolve
to not care of Brett Farve is going to return to football or not this
year. I vow to vacuum under the sofa more often.
New Year's Eve I
found 88 cents and Jimmy
Hoffa while using the Hoover under the couch. I will do all I can
in 2011 to not go to
Hollywood, the one in California or the one on the west side of
town.
Rhubarb Jones is a Tallapoosa native
and a member of the Georgia Radio Hall of Fame and the Country Music
Disc Jockey Hall of Fame. Comments are welcome at P.O. Box 1001,
Tallapoosa, GA 30176
or via email at
rhubarbjones@aol.com or
rhubarb.jones@yahoo.com
Previous columns can be found at
www.tallapoosa-journal.com
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