More Stuff You Don’t Care About

I’ve been sick for a week and are only just now feeling human. So needless to say, I haven’t been working very hard on a blog for this week. As you will discover. I decided to start randomly picking stuff to write about and let it do for now.

Thursday was a good day, because it was Marv’s birthday. I am always grateful for another year with this man. AND his boss bought PIE to share with everyone at work and Marv got to bring most of a whole pie (chocolate cream) home!! WOOT! We also went to dinner at Denny’s for Marv’s free birthday breakfast. I had chicken fried steak, which I hadn’t had in YEARS and it was WONDERFUL.

I’ve written before about how hard it is to find the name Dorothy on stuff like ornaments and such. I do have 3 ornaments, a mug and a candle holder. And I’ve been seeing all these posts on FB about it being National Sharon Day or National Mary Day. So I went to the Ultimate Source: Google, and THERE IS NO NATIONAL DOROTHY DAY ANYWHERE IN THIS WORLD. There was a famous Catholic activist/journalist/editor named Dorothy Day, but that’s not what I was looking for.

I have never been able to discern direction very well. East/West/North/South mean nothing to me except when I look on a map. Tell me to drive East on Whatsit Ave and I will have no idea what you’re talking about. I also sometimes have trouble with right and left. *sigh* I get by on landmarks.

They say that the worst day fishing is better than the best day at work, but I say “The worst day at work is better than the best day at school!” I really, really, really hated school.

The talk now is that I’ve been peeling a banana the wrong way all my life. You don’t start at the top of the stem, you start at the bottom. You know what? They’re right, but I DON’T CARE! I still peel them from the top.

According to one of those things on Facebook where every letter has a Japanese sound after it, my Ninja name is TE MO CHI (Dot) or DE MO SHI MO CHI RI FU (Dorothy). But you can call me BabyCakes.

The year I turned 30 was 1983. I’d been married for 8 years and had a 3 year old and a 2 year old. I was probably certifiably insane and had migraines all the time. The only reason the 2 kids and I got to the present day more or less intact was the fact that I had a first class man to help me through it all. With God’s grace and Marvin’s help we made it! Double WOOT!!

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Odd Things

A friend posted this on Facebook and it was titled “40 Odd Things About Me.”  I enjoy this kind of thing, but as I commented to her, the questions really weren’t that odd. I was looking for something off the wall. So I decided that I would tweak things a bit and post my answers for the most interesting questions. Enjoy!

Do you like blue cheese? You mean, do I like mold that tastes like death? Do I enjoy throwing up? The answer is “Hell no!”
Have you ever smoked? Not only have I never smoked, I’ve never been on fire!
Do you own a gun? Not at the moment, but I DO know how to use one…just sayin’…

What flavor Koolaid? I’ve never liked Koolaid. Never. It’s the only drink we got in Sunday School and Vacation Bible School. Tasted awful. I do use it for dying Easter Eggs, though.
What do you think of hot dogs? I think they are a fine idea. An all-purpose food. They can be eaten hot or cold. I do prefer them hot off the grill.
What is your favorite movie? Rocky Horror and Cold Comfort Farm. I can watch them over and over. CCF is a bit hard to sing to, though.
What is your favorite sport to watch? Olympics. While in my recliner eating chips and drinking beer.
What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee. In total silence. All alone.
Can you do a push-up? No. Why on earth would I want to?????
What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I love any jewelry anyone wants to give me. Hint, hint.  
What is your favorite hobby? Chillin’, just chillin’
What was your favorite childhood cartoon? Just about all of them that were around in the mid 50s to late 60s. Got a little irritated at Mighty Mouse beating up the cats all the time…
Name three things you did this morning. Made coffee. Drank coffee. Sat silent and alone.

Name three drinks you drink. Soda, booze and coffee
Favorite place to be? Anywhere with my Lia
How did you bring in the New Year? Fairly sober for once. Decided I really don’t like throwing up.
Where would you like to go? Somewhere where everybody knows my name…
Can you whistle? You bet. You just put your lips together and blow….
Where are you now? At any given moment I am usually somewhere between blind panic and ehhhhh.  
Would you like to be a Pirate? Sure. You wanna see my booty? Or swash my buckles??
Have you ever scuba dived? Since I have a great fear of deep water, I’ll have to give this one another “Hell no!”
What's in your pocket? I’m gonna go with banana….
What's your favorite animal? I think most people who know me even a little bit know this answer…CATS
Do you like to dance? Other than The Time Warp, not really, but I LOVE to sing. Can I sing? Sadly, people listening to me would say “Hell no!”

Christmas + Easter = Eternal Life

People get so hung up with words and dates. This is MY view of it all.

I don’t care if Jesus was born on December 25^th. The date does not matter. What matters is that He was born. I have never viewed His birth as a pagan celebration or having anything to do with a solstice. I celebrate the birth of my Lord and Savior. I do not worship Christmas trees. They are pretty and make me happy to look at them. Yes, they are a symbol of Christmas, but I can celebrate Jesus’ birth just as happily without a tree. Or presents. Or Charlie Brown. I can and do celebrate His birth every day. The specific day He was born is not important to me. And there is only one reason He was born: it was to die. Which leads us to…

Easter. Very explosive word. I don’t care what the origin of the word is. It does not mean the worship of a pagan goddess to me. I don’t care if it coincides with any spring time solstice or pagan celebration. I have never celebrated it as anything other than the death and resurrection of my Lord and Savior. I’ve always thought the using of a formula to determine when Easter would occur was not essential. As with Christmas being celebrated on December 25^th, I thought Easter could be celebrated on whatever Sunday in any particular month, as we do with Mother’s Day. Let’s say Easter is the 3^rd Sunday of April (which it is this year). Then you always know when Holy Week is and can plan accordingly. Again, it doesn’t matter when it originally took place, just that it took place. Jesus DID die. He DID rise again. He DOES have a place prepared for me. And another thing…I do not worship the cross. I worship AT the cross. Like the Christmas tree, it’s a symbol of a particular event in my Savior’s life. And I’ve very grateful for both these symbols as a reminder.

Trees, presents, chocolate eggs and bunnies are fine. But if they were all taken away, I would still have the assurance of a living Lord:

John 14:2  “In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.”

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!