Gravity

I am busy investigating gravity. Everything I have learned about it thus far, confirms my intuition about nature; we need each other! Stay tuned.

Why I Love Little People

My little nieces and nephew (great neices and nephew that is if that is the right terminology) came for a visit over the holiday break. I remember now why I love them so much. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but I think little people are magic. Consider what my little people do for me:

1) They love unconditionally
2) They have no idea what my pocketbook says my worth is and they don't care
3) They hug hug hug hug hug hug, kiss kiss kiss me and just because they know it makes me happy
4) They theink every single joke tell is outrageously funny!
5) They make me feel LOVED
6) They are so dang adorable. I mean, everything in "mini".

Ok, I could go on and on but truly, I think life isn't life without them.

Have a wonderful New Year!

Interest is not sexy unless you are earning it

I am about to change my life. Want to come along? I refuse to engage in adding additional interest that I will have to service in the future. That's right. No more buying with credit. I have a completely new perspective on life. Let me share:

Men that "keep that old truck" running instead of buying a new car with 60 payments attached are SEXY.

Women that love TIME with their husbands enough to keep him HOME more instead of EARNING more are total KEEPERS.

Join me. Let's do it together. Let's create a new culture, together. Let's reclaim or grow or financial stability. Now, that is sexy.

"ship" words

There are many words that end in "ship". Words like leadership, sportsmanship, and penmanship are examples of "ship" words.

There are some new words I would like to make up and start using. For instance, when I am trying to get off the freeway and nobody has that extra 5 seconds to let me over.... how about we see some "drivership" or when I am getting severely annoyed with waiting in line at the grocery store. I need some more "shoppership".

This is fun. I am going to think about ship words. The ones my character will need in the future and the ones I am going to make up, just for the "funmanship!"

I have Joy and I have Peace and I have Opportunity

I have been thinking about what happiness really is for me. I have come to the conclusion that it is absolute awareness and contentment with where I am, who I am, and what I am doing.

Where I am is in a state of peace. I feel peaceful and content. I can't make my personal balance sheet look any prettier overnight. I don't even care anymore. I can't keep my children or freinds from experiencing the pain and hard lessons of life, but I am content with knowing I will do and have done all I can to help them through those moments. Don't get me wrong. I am beyond busy and have no "social life: as they say. It's just that it has been replaced with "meaningful life". I like it.

I get a daily supply of joy from the most unexpected places. Sometimes, it a late night text from a very sweet friend or a message in my inbox that is uplifting and sent by someone who was "just thinking of me." Sometimes, it is witnessing that lessons taught are lessons learned. Sometimes, it's from a moment during a outdoor run when a rush of warm air crosses my face just when the sun starts to fade. I see the lake. I see the other runners. I see life. I feel joy.

I have opportunity every single day to make a difference in the world. I will take each one.

I am thankful for what I have. I am at peace with what I don't have. I feel joy.

I wish this for all of you, too.

We bombed the moon.

A great friend and co-worker, Brad Hintze, posted a very funny tweet today. It just made me think. We BOMBED the moon. On purpose. We CAN bomb the moon on purpose. We are an amazing little species, us humans.

One thing we still cannot do though. We cannot figure out how to stop people from releasing Co2 while driving in my car and while the windows are rolled up shut. Can we get JPL on the phone?

The Confession Booth

If you are, or ever were ever a practicing catholic, you know what the confession booth is all about.

I grew up catholic. Yep, the knee highs, white button down shirts, and that itchy, hard-to-iron, plaid skirt.

8th grade was my favorite year. I had a best freind that I will call "Mary." The two of us most likely have more scars on our hands than anyone else that ever went to parochial school. That is because the nuns would hit us on our hands with rulers if we disobeyed the rules. The rules were a growing list of absolutely everything it seemed. A sample of the rules Mary and I broke:

*No gum (this was a repeat offense of mine and my left middle finger has two scars from this alone)
*Knee highs had to be white (Mary seemed to wear gray but I think it was her washing machine)
*No ear rings (How do you flirt without twisiting ear rings? They were a "have-to-have")
* No cussing. No comment.

Then there were the rules that nobody knew were rules until you "broke" them. For expample:

*No sunbathing (well, we stayed dressed for crying out loud. We just sort of hiked up the skirt a little)
* No writing notes in class (Ok. Everyone should know this is a rule but they never actually said it was a rule)
* No carving into the trees on the playground (I think "I love Perry" is still on the tree next to the rectory and he was worth the ruler treatment)

All of these offenses were on a longer list that got both myself and Mary sent to confession. Confession! This is such an intersting thing. It feels a little like meeting GOD, except through blinds. (Not that I have ever met him before. (although I have met a few people that think they are God) I just think it may be that scary.

You kneel in the dark. and you say "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned" (even if you think you didn't. Now this is very very important. You say it anyway or "confession" never starts and you are in the dark forever.

Then, the priest opens the blinds and light comes into the booth. And then he says stuff, you say stuff, he says stuff, you say stuff..... then he says "say 5 Hail Marys and 10 Father's Prayers."

You dutifully go to the pew and start ticking away on your rosary beads. Now, you think this is personal and nobody but you and that preist knows how bad you are. HA HA HA!

Mary and I knew exactly who the very bad people were. You see, it's a time-based approach. We figured the longer you stayed on those beads, the worse you were. Which is why we came up with short hand prayers. We were up and out faster than you can say "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."