May, 2009

a lovely little poem

I hadn’t read this gem before today when I was wiki’ing Ms Audrey Hepburn and I really like it so I thought I’d share. Maybe someone else will enjoy it too. =)

Time Tested Beauty Tips ~ Sam Levenson

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!



if so I can't imagine why

I started reading the Religions of Man a few days ago when I was reorganizing our bookshelf. One of the amazing things about that bookshelf is that even though I’ve reorganized it several times in the past few years, I always find a new book to read whenever I wander over. I don’t know how they hide because I do very thorough organizations.

I break all the books down into categories and then put them all away. Still, it’s always nice. So far it is very interesting and I’m reading about Hinduism right now.

One of the things that I immediately like is that when he is explaining the four main goals or mindsets of the religion, he isn’t talking about it like it’s some huge bowl of crazy. I remember my nineth grade European History teacher making charts to explain the various religions and cracking jokes about all the multi-handed deities. I didn’t learn much at all in that class. But then again, the teacher WAS the cheerleading coach so I guess you can’t expect too much from her.

I just always thought that religions of all varieties should be shown respect because regardless of whether you believe in one or not, they change lives. They alter perspectives. Religions are the biggest reason that the world has been shaped as it is. They are human’s way of explaining everything and rationalizing this crazy planet we live on.

I think the best history teacher’s explanation on religion was from my seventh grade teacher who also happened to be a soccer coach. When it came about to religion he said that he didn’t care if we worshiped a trash can as long as no one tried to kill someone else in his classroom or cheat on a test, covering this stuff was part of the curriculum and you can continue worshiping the trashcan with all your might.

At the time I just thought what he said was funny, but it makes sense. As long as you respect the other people around you, practice whatever makes you feel like living life to the fullest.

I was talking to one of our parts distributors today and he was asking whether I knew what the weather was going to be this weekend. I told him that one thing I never check is the weather. Weather forecasters do their damnedest, I’m sure, but I’ve never believed their reports to be very reliable. I live on a day to day basis. It’s raining? Okay, change of plans. Whatev, move on and let’s go.

It kind of reminds me of that song by Chicago ‘Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?’. Except that I actually care about time. Just not weather.

Anyway, back to my book. =) Have an awesome weekend!



well look at that, it's a thursday

Today is for weirdness. And pointless rambling. This is your warning.

My belly feels all weird. I’m not sure if I’m going to throw up the mac and cheese I made for lunch or not.

I hope not. Because then I’ll have to cook something else. And since I’m at work (a half day – woo!), there are not the proper utensils. It’d have to be one of my microwavables.

Lately, I’ve found that I throw up every dish I enjoy. Last week I threw up chili, and when I finished I just refilled my bowl and kept at it because it was damn tasty. Not the vomit, the chili.

Three days ago I threw up what I considered a “safe food”, a quesadilla with corn and refried beans. Totally placid. No spicy sauce or anything. Still, up it came.

The day before yesterday I threw up jambalaya which probably wasn’t the wisest idea for dinner, but I figured since it was dinner it’d likely stay down. Usually if I’m going to throw up, it’s before 2PM.

Yesterday I managed to avoid vomiting because I didn’t eat anything until dinner, when I swiped money from my savings account to go out to eat. I needed beef stir fry and there is a Mongolian place that makes it marvelously. It’s one of those ‘you fill your bowl with veggies, meats, and pour some sauces over it’ type joints and they cook it for you. Every dish is fabulous, without fail. It’s a magical place.

I love going there.

We even took out my father in law because we felt like being generous and I figured that if we bring him along, it’ll add to the fact that we are spending money that ought not be spent and somehow make up for the fact that we were spending it anyway. You can’t put a price tag on family time. At least, I’m choosing not to. Plus he adores any moments he gets to babytalk with Jasbaz. Which gives Andy and I more time to savor our selected flavors. Win win.

Writing about the Mongolian place has made my tummy stop rumbling. I swear, it has magical powers.

So far my orange Rimmel nail polish is chipping off more than my cheap Sally Hansen aqua nail polish. There was a $0.75 difference and I was curious whether Sally would beat out. She’s got a stiff reputation and is my polish of choice. Of course, the Rimmel is on my right hand so maybe that has something to do with it. I’ll have to find some nail polish remover and do the same experiment with switched sides.

My toe nails still look fabulous.

I think from now on I will paint one foot one color and the other foot another. I really like the fun that it brings to my flipflops. They are green today and since I’m wearing a tye dye t-shirt, the whole ensemble magically matches. An unexpected side effect.

Oooh, a super nice lady, the one I talked about who is totally on the level as far as conspiracies and alternate life theories are involved, brought them in. And they are sitting on the counter in front of me. Danger! =D



girly little excitements

Yesterday I hit up Target to solve a few problems I’ve been dealing with. Well, not problems so much as inconveniences.

My purse strap snapped off on Friday so for the past few days I’ve been carrying it like a football under my arm. And I’ve figured out why the strap snapped. I have WAY too much stuff in there.

So I got a new purse. It’s a black knitted one, my favorite kind, and holds everything nicely. If the straps break off this one, well, at least I’ll know way before it happens since the bag will unravel first.

I bought one of those maternity belly bands so that I can be discreet when snapping the top buttons off my pants. Always a good thing.

I also ended up in the cosmetics aisle and picked up two bottles of nail polish since I can’t find any in the house. I know I haven’t bought any for years but I’m surprised I can’t find any that I bought in high school. I’ve no idea what happened to it.

So now the nails on the right appendages (hand and foot) are painted Tequila Sunset (a really vibrant corally red)(close to #ff3322 but a bit more orange) and my left side is a soothing Marine Scene (a gorgeous turquoisy-teal color)(similar to #009999).

I feel like a little kid again. Gushing over nail polish.

I forgot to get cheddar cheese though.

But I think the most exciting thing was finding the cassette-mp3-cd player adapter in the dark corner of my glove compartment. Now I can listen to my Linkin Park in the car again. Oh yays. No more radio commercials for me. Which is a good thing because they’ve mostly been depressing as of late. Lots of collection companies are hiring extra staff. =\ Some bad juju right there.



food is my latest distraction

For the past two weeks I’ve had the most intense craving for baked macaroni and cheese. The kind you can get at any buffet restaurant or Cracker Barrel (or frozen Stouffers if you are desperate). It always tastes the same and is so delicious.

I’ve never cooked it that way before. I found a recipe online that claims to be exactly like that so I plan on trying that later this week. Or maybe next week. Depends on when I have spare money to buy some cheddar cheese. It’s the only thing I’m missing! We usually buy the bag of “Mexican” style cheese and a bag of the “Italian” style cheese. Never a bag or block of one style cheese.

Also, I need to get some ricotta so I can make lasagna. I’ve still never made that before and that was on my list of things to learn how to do last year. At the top, actually.

I haven’t felt like writing in a while because, well, I’ve been feeling depressed lately. I was talking to my mom about it on the phone and I think the best way to describe it is that it feels like every day Andy and I are holding a tarp over our heads to keep us dry as the world rains down. We get wet, but dammit we try and try. We never stop trying and I don’t think you can ask for more than that. But still, I don’t like writing depressing stuff. Because then I think about it even more. Blah.

TIME TO END THE CYCLE!

Let’s talk about food. I’ve decided that if I were ever to open a restaurant, it would be one of those weird restaurants that has all sorts of foods in no particular theme. And I’d thieve recipes from all my favorite places so that it would be a one stop shop for all my favorite foods.

I’d have Hooters Mile High wings, the popcorn chicken bowl from KFC, macaroni and cheese from Old Country Buffet/Home Town Buffet/Cracker Barrel, sweet tea from Chik-fil-a, chicken biscuits and chicken sandwiches from Chik-fil-a, Mexican pizza from Taco Bell, biscuits and gravy from Bob Evans, a stir fry buffet from Flat Top Grill, breadsticks from Pizza Hut, cheeseburgers from Burger King or A&W, brownie a la mode from TGI Fridays, rootbeer from A&W, Philly Cheesesteaks from Culvers, ice cream from Dairy Queen, salad from Olive Garden, bread from Avantis, Cherry Limeade from Texas Roadhouse…

The setting would be similar to Rainforest Cafe but without all the creepy moving apes. And there would be a dessert bar featuring cupcakes, fudge, ice cream, and slices of apple pie. It’d be awesome.