Would You Rather…(part 2)

 

 

Muffin Man continues…

 

Be able to speak any language OR
Be able to communicate with animals only…  

Given the fact that we have no idea how much coherent activity is really going on in the minds of animals, I would rather speak any language.  

Talk like Yoda OR  
Breathe like Darth Vader…  

All Darth Vader really needs is a c-pap machine, so roll with it, I can.  

Spend the weekend with pirates OR  
Ninjas…  

Considering the history of pirates, given that many are stereotypically male and fairly rape-y, for lack of better wording, I would rather spend the weekend with ninjas.   

Have a mullet OR
A perm…  

I’ve already gone through my mullet phase but I’ve always been annoyed that my mother didn’t pass down the curly hair genes. I would love to change my board straight, Asian hair to curly locks.  

Spend a week on the International Space Station OR  
A week in a hotel on the bottom of the ocean…  

Although I find the concept of space to be very boring, I would rather be bored in the ISS than fearing deadly, unknown creatures in the vast, unexplored ocean floor.  

Go deep sea diving OR  
Bungee jumping…  

We only know a little over 5% of what is beneath the surface of the ocean. Do you really want to know why we know so little? Do you want to see the horrifyingly traumatizing beasts that live in the depths? I would rather risk my bungee cord snapping than swim beside a 7 foot long angler fish.  

Have to sew all your clothes OR  
Grow your own food…  

I could learn to be a seamstress but I would not want to live off of grown vegetation my entire life.  

Spend two weeks stuck in a psychiatric hospital OR  
Two weeks stuck in an airport…  

Although the airport has over priced food and uncomfortable seating, the psych ward reeks of bodily fluids, un-showered residents, and is filled with routine body checks and late night commotion between patients/staff.  

Replace your shampoo with ranch dressing OR  

Your deodorant with garlic…  

I’m not afraid to shave my head again but I could not live with the smell of garlic on me for the rest of my life.  

Cerebral Contemplations

 

Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are. - Marianne Williamson

To me, joy isn’t jumping up and down. It’s more in alignment with peace and contentment. Being with family. Reading a really good book and pondering on it when it’s finished. A warm and comfy bed when sick or just plain worn out at the end of the day. Having a cat on your lap. As far as the outside world goes, there is a lot to take joy in. Yes, prices are high, but between Marv and me, we are able to get what we need. We can practice our faith without worrying about getting executed. There is still joy to be had.

 

Bad noise vs. good noise

We live in a very noisy world. Sifting through it all can be exhausting. Here’s my take on it:

Good –

Children’s laughter, especially a baby.

Almost anything in nature, wind in trees, birds, running water, rain. Also, far away train whistles. Music that fills your heart. Focus as much as you can on the good.

Bad –

Most of the bad comes from people in various forms. Try to shut those out. If I’m deep inside a book, I can tune out just about anything else going on around. Wonderful skill if you spend a lot of time on a school bus! For non-human noise that I hate the most, it’s mosquitoes! And remember: A noise annoys an oyster, but a noisy noise annoys an oyster more!!

 

How I Lost A Gazillion Dollars

I recently had a lot of dental work done that left me unable to eat using my front teeth. Even when cutting stuff up and chewing on the side, if anything touched the front part of my mouth it was excruciating. I knew I could puree stuff in the blender, but was too lazy to cook something and then puree it. I was living on cooked cereal and pureed noodle soup. I thought I had some refried beans in the pantry, but I didn’t. I had packets of instant mashed potatoes, but I really wanted some protein. I thought marketing pureed food for adults would be a great and unique idea. Well, Hormel already has a line of adult pureed foods. So phooey on that idea! At least I know what to get if I know in advance that I will need that.

 

The Blue City of Chefchaouen

 

Blue is my absolute favorite color. I like to look around on the internet for desktop backgrounds and came across one for Chefchaouen, Morocco. It’s nicknamed the Blue City for obvious reasons. I was totally enchanted looking at all the pictures of the place.

 

It was founded as a military outpost in 1471, but wasn’t painted blue until the 1900s. There appears to be no concrete explanation for this. Some sources say it was because of the large population of Jews, and that the blue represents the sky or heaven. Some say it’s a kind of mosquito repellant. Some say it’s strictly for tourism. Whatever the original reason, the blue coloring is maintained. 

 

 

Check out the pictures on the internet. The one interior pic shown here has the blue broken up a bit with the white walls and the Moroccan style cabinet. Some of the pics on the internet show the interiors as being totally blue on the inside as well as the outside. And as much as I love blue, the darkness inside would be hard to take on a daily basis. 

 

 

My favorite picture is this last one. It looks a bit like a courtyard leading up to a curtained doorway. Softly secluded away from the rest of the world. Sitting at a small table that is set for tea.