Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Everyone is Interesting

Maybe I should say most people are interesting. At some point, you will come across a person that is 'vanilla' plain, but not if you know what to look for. Everyone has a story. Everyone has a life. Everyone has had occurrences in their life, and those occurrences are great stories. Sometimes, it's the person's manner of speech that may put you off, but the story usually never does.

It's all in how it is told. The key is to get the person talking about something they WANT to talk about. This is not the weather or sports. I'm talking meat. Get to the meat of the person, to what trips their trigger and you will find an interesting person with an interesting story. And the boring speech usually fades to reveal the person underneath.

Usually, the good stories are the ones that tell you one of two things. One- something about the person you never knew before or Two- something about the world you never thought of.
I never thought I was an interesting person. But I am. Very much so. And this is not ego or self-confidence talking here. Nope- I actually have led a boring/struggling/normal but interesting life (for instance, did you know I was a carney?). None of which comes across on my blog. When I talk, I enunciate and pronounce things in weird ways. I emphasize certain words. I say EYEther not E-ther (either). I talk with my hands. I get quiet and speak low, or I get LOUD and large.
All to make the story more interesting. Because really, what is a story for if not to teach and or entertain the listener?

So next time you run across someone you believe to be plain and vanilla, talk to them. Find out their story. It could be more enlightening than you think.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Born in the Fall, Probably September

I've often wondered why Christians celebrate the holidays (holy-days) they do. Don't get me wrong, I hold no ill will. I used to be a Christian. A big one. And I am about to probably piss off a lot of people when I say, the Bible is a good History book. There are verifiable occurrences. Isn't that what a history book does? Tell you about an event that you can verify?

I agree with the basic principle of Christianity- love all. Do good.

But I must wonder at the masses when they insist on events occurring at a certain time when they did not, or certain phrases being important they way they are spelled.

For instance, most people believe christmas is December 25. But why do we celebrate it on that day? Most will tell you it is the anniversary of Jesus' birth.

But it is not.

Several clues in the Christian bible tell you Jesus was not born on December 25th. We do not know the exact day, but we know it is in the Fall. One of the better explanations I have run across can be found here.

So why is christmas celebrated on December 25th? Can it be that they early church wanted to cover up the pagen holiday called The Worship of the Sun and Winter Solstice? Probably so. Pagens called Dec. 25th the Worship of the Sun because every day after this day gets longer.

The early church wanted to counteract and cover up Pagen celebrations. Behind every Christian celebration, you can find a Pagen one. Usually. The link I gave is a substandard information site, but it gets the point across.

I find it funny that the early church did everything within it's power to cover anything not like them. They still do to some extent today. I just do not like the dissemination of misinformation. I don't care that Christians celebrate christmas, just do not stand on laurels that are untrue or dig in heels on inaccurate information.

I must admit though, that I do love the holidays. It is a time for family and friends and food. No matter your belief system, it is a special time. And even though I am not a Christian (nor Pagan, btw), I think the overall validity of christian teachings is sound- do good, love thy neighbor, do not covet, etc etc.

Sounds good to me.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Windshield Wiper Workout

I have a pet peeve with windshield wipers. I never knew I did. But apparently I do.
Several times over the past couple of months, Grau and I would be be-bopping it down the road to somewhere. It may rain, but more likely snow.

So he turns on the wipers.

But then it stops raining or snowing.

And he doesn't turn off the wipers.

And it goes Squeek.....Squeek....Squeek....across a dry windshield.
It's like nails on a chalkboard to me!

So I remind him to turn them off.

This afternoon, it started snowing. Heavily. And it was wet snow, smashing into the windshield and immediately making little wet spots all over.
Grau's side of the wipers had snow caked onto I could see, but he couldn't.

'Hon, I think you need to snap! your wiper.'

So he opens his window, waits for the wiper and snaps it when it gets close to his outstretched hand.

A few minutes later....he turns off the wipers....or puts them on slow. And I don't mean, slow-intermediate. I mean like the wiper may move once every five minutes slow.

'Hon, are you going to turn on your wipers?'

He looks at me...and I start laughing. Apparently I have a wiper fetish...they must be going just the right speed or I am not happy.
I never knew this about myself until today.

Grau and I decided that wipers need dimmer switches installed...not those click for each level ones they have now. That way, wiper nazi's like myself can be happy and set it to just the right speed.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Lady Poker Gaga Face

I live under Bou's rock sometimes. I'd heard kids talking about this Gaga lady, but never knew what she sang or looked like or why people were so gaga over her.

I've avoided listening to her music for as long as I could....until this video showed up.

I first saw it a couple months ago. I must go back every so often and watch it, I love it so. It is catchy, and the guy is hilarious and amazing. So, here ya go, enjoy along with me...

Friday, December 10, 2010

New Year, No Resolution.

I've been toying with the idea of becoming healthier. I don't mean skinnier, although that will be a fabulous side effect. I mean healthier. I know I am a sugar addict. So I want to cut out sugar, which is actually in more food than you think.

I'm a semi-healthy person now. I rarely get sick (sick). I have allergies. Those suck. I might be getting a bone spur in my left foot. That definitely sucks. If I walk too much, I limp. So running is out, for now. Not that I *could* run, just that it is off the table of possibilities, even if I wanted to.

No, I mean healthier-healthier. Currently, I rarely eat red meat. I prefer chicken to anything else out there, and on the odd occasion I eat red meat my body lets me know immediately. So I am one-up in the meat department. Although I rarely eat fish, either. My motto is, if it comes out of the ocean, chances are, I'm not eating it. Once in a while I get a craving for fried fish, but not often.

I need to eat more vegetables. Unlike Bou who recently had all the vegetables she can handle, I need to increase the amount of veggies in my house. I dislike vegetables. Always have. But I think I need to start trying them again to see if I still dislike them.

I need to increase the amount and varieties of fruit I eat. Quit drinking sugar drinks like soda or fruit juice.

I need to cut out white flour. Switch to whole grain everything. Even add nuts into my daily intake of protein.

So there's my non-resolution for new year. Get healthier. More fruits and vegetables. More whole grain, less sugar and sweet things. Less processed foods. Read labels. Visit the farmer's market here.

And I am not ignorant to believe that I can do all this immediately. No...I will need to do this slowly, one item at a time. I gave up soda two days ago. That's one. Next will be eating more fruit.

I'm like the fat engine that could. I think I can I think I can...and I will. I just told the world...I either will, or I look like an ass. :)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

To Tree or Not to Tree

For the past couple of weeks, I have wanted a Christmas tree. Bad. When I left the ex, I left all holiday decorations with him. And I do mean ALL. I took none of my beloved halloween decorations or any of the Christmas ones handed down or made by the kids.

I just wanted out.

So the past few weeks, I've been on the 'I want a tree....' band-wagon. But now I am not so sure. What is the tree for, anyway? It's something to decorate, look pretty and place presents under for your loved ones, mostly children.

I don't have my children here. Besides, they are grown up and have their own lives. Grau has his boys, but only one day a week (he works six of seven days a week, every week). For Christmas we will probably have the boys one day, and because Grau will most likely be working the night before, they won't spend Christmas Eve with us.

Which means it will be just Grau and I until he goes to get his boys. And I am okay with that. But I got to thinking about the tree. Why go through so much trouble? We can't afford a good artificial tree, and why spend the money on a real tree when we will also need to buy the stand, ornaments, garland and the like too?

It seems...cost prohibitive, to me. So I think we will go get a small tree I saw in the store...

I think it's perfect! (at least for this year....)

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Snow Tears

I love snow. I always have. I guess it comes from growing up in Southern California and only seeing snow when we would take winter vacations in Big Bear. OH! How I loved the cozy 2-story cabin we rented, building a snowman with my brother, hot cocoa and the fireplace.

I still love snow. It started here last night after I went to bed. I woke up this morning to at least three inches on the ground, and it is still snowing. They forecast 4-6 inches. I am in heaven!

And as I sat on the love seat, looking out the window at the gorgeous snow-laden branches of bare leaf trees, grooves in the road caused by the determined soul (or the mailman...), I smile. I smile because snow always takes me back to being a kid. To Big Bear. To snowmen and hot cocoa and cozy warmth and fireplaces.

And suddenly I started to cry. I remembered I used to wake up earlier than everyone else in my house, my kids tucked away, snoring, the then husband just going to bed an hour earlier....and I would wake up... see the snow and get excited...

I would go to the kids, Wake up! Wake up! It's snowing! It snowed last night!

And together the four of us would run to the windows and sigh....suddenly there would be a flurry of activity...pants and coats and three tube socks on each hand and out the door they would go.

One year, we built an igloo in the back yard. We've built snowmen in the front yard, 'brick' walls for snowball fights, snow angels...everything. Everything and anything we could think of, we built together.

And now, my kids.....are grown up. They have their own lives...and their father to whisper in their ear how horrible I was.

Do they remember those mornings? Do they remember how we took an aluminum bread pan to make brick walls? Do they remember trudging out behind grandma's house and cutting down our own Christmas tree? Do they remember using their own hats and gloves on the sickliest looking snowman the year we had only 2" of snow?

I do. And I hope they do, too.

Darn Hallmark Christmas shows... I shouldn't watch them. They make me weepy.