How True, How True

I've been reading...someone linked to this site and when I visited I found something else I liked. Enjoy.

Five good things to absorb while you’re still young
January 23rd, 2006
1. A lot of hippies are selfish, unpleasant, and not particularly funny
2. People who argue well aren’t necessarily right
3. Cars are kind of a weird thing to spend a lot of money on
4. People will do things for you if you ask them as a favor
5. Angry waiters totally do things to your food


Read It. Live It.

I've waited for someone to put this exactly so.


Way Too Funny At 12:38 In The Morning

A couple of nights ago, I had just finished the new Soduku puzzle in the back of T.V. Guide and was coming off of that high. I hadn't been able to finish the crossword (as pathetic as that is) so I asked Eddie (gently woke him up) for some help. He politely and sleepily told me that he would rather continue sleeping. So I asked him a question. He didn't move for a second, then his eyes opened and I knew his wheels were turning. I had him.

He reached for the magazine so he could better examine the mess I had made, took the pencil away from me and furrowed his brow in midnight concentration.

I have an unconventional method for crossword puzzles, one that Eddie has not yet adopted. If I don't know what the solution is immediately, I skip it. On the second round, anything that makes sense and might fit gets put into the blank. It's so much more fun that way, but if you have someone come behind you trying to finish it, that can make for some interesting faces on the evaluator. Eddie usually makes those interesting faces...sometimes followed by a giggle.
When he takes the magazine, I know that he is no longer helping me. I know that it is now his puzzle and my contribution is over. That leaves me free to bother him, play with the dog distractingly and start conversations about unrelated, trivial things. While I was talking and he was concentrating, he took in a breath and exhaled, "You know what would fit here? Nebra."
Then he lost it. The magazine fell on his chest and he covered his face to hide the laugher. He giggled for 10 seconds then broke out into a full laugh for the next 3 full minutes. That kind of laughter is infectious. We both laughed until it tapered off and it felt great.
Yes, "Nebra" may not be the funniest thing you or I have ever heard, but we've just entered this phase where we're thinking of baby names. (Not because we're pregnant or thinking of becoming pregnant in the next few months, but because we know that we'll eventually want to have a tot of our own and we'll have to call him or her something.) However, thinking of baby names is far too boring and for us, it usually transforms into conversations of what we won't be naming our spawn. It usually involves the combination of 1 male and 1 female name until we laugh. Laughter is the litmus test. Nick + Debra = Nebra. Nebra passed.
Other combinations have included: Nictoria, Jaychelle, LeStacy, Roynette, and Timabella.
The last laugh was about a nickname. Nebra would inevitably be called Nebbie. Nebbie.
"Hey, Neb."


Girlie Things

I was in a local store a few days ago, getting a few necessities and browsing at everything I didn't need. I love to browse but I don't always need to buy. I can browse in a store and more often than not, come home with nothing. So, I was doing my usual bit, the browsing, when I ran into the purse section. I picked up a few, held them, caressed them, opened them, tried them on and put them back. Such is the ritual. Sometimes things actually make their way into the buggy, get a cruise around the store and THEN I put them back. I have this need to justify the purchases. If I don't actually NEED it, after it makes its way into the buggy this little nagging voice inside my head goes on and on until I meander back to the section where the item belongs and replace it onto the shelf or rack.

After I put the purse up there was another voice, one that called me back to the purse section. At first I ignored it and headed off to look at the office supplies (one of my favorite browsing areas) then I remembered: I had a gift certificate. A GIFT CERTIFICATE. The I-don't-need-to-justify-this-purchase gift certificate. That purse made it all the way past the check-out.

I love it. It's my new favorite thing.

Sometimes, you just need them.


I Love Asparagus

...but I hate the pee.


Before I was Interrupted

This is the meme I was going to do yesterday and since I've had more time to mull it over, I feel pressure now... pressure that my answers have to be sharper, funnier and more interesting. Wish me luck.

Four Jobs I've Had

1. Gymnastics coach. You'd be surprised how much "little" kids weigh when you have to lift them over and over again.
2. Student Worker for the Louisiana Department of Agriculture and Forestry. It was interesting working for the state. I liked the holidays, that was about it.
3. Cake Builder. During one of the summers while I was in culinary school, I took a job in a bakery/pastry shop. I thought any chef worth her salt should know more about the bake shop. I gained 5 pounds.
4. Temp. Just out of college, right after 9/11 and people were afraid to hire, so I took temp. positions to pay for my wedding. I remember one so vividly. I had to call every Home Depot in the 10 states I was given to help create a database of certain fax numbers. One word: Ew.

Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over

1. Sliding Doors
2. Say Anything
3. Christmas Vacation
4. Trading Places

Four Places I have Lived

1. In Baton Rouge, LA on Bonham St....for about 20 years
2. A dorm/apartment in Charleston, SC.
3. A dorm in Providence, RI
4. A charming house in the heart of Baton Rouge...with the husband.

Four T.V. Shows I Love

1. The Amazing Race
2. Project Runway
3. Survivor (I refuse to be ashamed of reality tv. Every man who loves sports...LOVES reality tv)
4. Sex and the City

Four Places I've Vacationed

1. Depoe Bay, Oregon
2. Park City, Utah
3. San Francisco/Santa Cruz, California
4. Houston/Dallas, Texas

Four of My Favorite Dishes

1. Macaroni & Cheese (I may make it with a nice Mornay sauce now, but I'll never stop loving it)
2. Roasted Duck with homemade garlic mashed potatoes and sweet carrots
3. Chinese #4 (Shrimp with Chinese Vegetables)
4. A GOOD seafood gumbo

Four Sites I Visit Daily

1. Dooce (obviously)
2. Liana
3. Daily Dose of Imagery
4. msn (it's my homepage)

Four Places I would Rather Be Right Now

1. Winging my way to Hawaii... on the start of a vacation with my Sparky
2. Just arriving at that bed and breakfast in Saint Francisville where we stayed for our 6-month anniversary
3. Taking pictures
4. Where Eddie is (He's on the couch with the dog as I finish this... where I'll be SHORTLY)

Five People I'm Tagging

1. Kyle
2. DooDee
3. Keith
4 & 5. Chris and Sharyl

Couch, Eddie and Buddy, Here I come. Survivor is coming on.


"Faith is Only a Measure of Gullibility"

Wow. I had to erase the previous title of: "Needed a Prompt" to replace it with the current one. I was reading Dooce today and saw that she'd answered a group of questions called a "Meme." My plan for this post was to do the same. I have to admit that I'm fairly new to blogging and reading other's blogs but I like to believe that I'm learning the lingo pretty fast. When I don't know something, I usually Google it or ask someone. I didn't know what a "Meme" was.

Google pulled up some interesting things, but one caught my eye in particular. "Christianity is a 'meme', a mind virus that infects people and manipulates their behavior."

After I read that, I had to click on the site and I knew that the meme on Dooce would wait another day. I consider myself a Christian. Notice I didn't say, "good Christian" or "right wing Christian" or "all the time perfect example of God's love." I've never visited a site like that before. I can't say I feel offended, because that's not correct. It's just weird to read something someone has written that is in complete objection to the way I've been brought up.

I do have an opinion about politics, but my ideas of what is right and just never fit on one side of the ballot. I don't think it's black or white (or blue or red). I do think there are those out there who call themselves "Christian" but have no idea about what grace is, not just grace given to us or for us, but the grace we're supposed to give to others.

I don't know if the site was meant to antagonize or if the authors feel a disconnect from someone who declared to the world that they were a Christian as they drop-kicked puppies off of a cliff. I do know that they have arguments based on religious stereotypes and I can't say that they'd be wrong about the origins of some of those stereotypes. It also makes me incredibly sad that those stereotypes exist. Isn't it the same as generalizing ALL girls as weak and emotional? Or ALL homosexuals as perverts? Or ALL republicans as war-hungry, greedy bastards? Or ALL democrats as double-talking nit-wits? Or ALL overweight people as stupid and lazy? I could go on.

In high school I had a logic and philosophy teacher named Mr. Barber. To me, he held the keys to the universe. Had I the money, and his power of persuasion, I would have employed him as my personal guide through life. Anyway, in the beginning of logic you learn the fundamentals of the argument. I learned waaaaay back then that hasty generalizations were WRONG. Not just wrong, but ignorant. Not just ignorant, but stupid.

I want so much for everyone to believe what they want, not just as I choose to. But I want them to KNOW it (I too, need to learn more everyday). I want so much for the grace that I'm taught to give (even if I'm still learning to give it) to pour over everyone so they can feel it, whether that feeling is attributed to a god or not.

I have faith.

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