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Ah, Mr. Powell

October 20, 2008

I’m also troubled by, not what Senator McCain says, but what members of the party say. And it is permitted to be said such things as, “Well, you know that Mr. Obama is a Muslim.” Well, the correct answer is, he is not a Muslim, he’s a Christian. He’s always been a Christian. But the really right answer is, what if he is? Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country? The answer’s no, that’s not America. Is there something wrong with some seven-year-old Muslim-American kid believing that he or she could be president? Yet I have heard senior members of my own party drop the suggestion, “He’s a Muslim and he might be associated terrorists.” This is not the way we should be doing it in America.

- Colin Powell

I’ve been trying to say the same thing for a long time.  “Obama is a Muslim!” says an irrationally-right wing person, and I say, “So what?” because in my eyes (and thankfully, many others) it is the rational response, so much so that far more obvious response, “No he’s not.” actually becomes secondary.  They always shoot back, “so you DO believe he’s one of them Muslims” and they spit out “them Muslims” like it’s the most vile thing on earth you could possibly be.  And I stammer, “No…” and they grin smuggly.

What is it about election year that brings out the most irrational, hate-filled sides of people?

Organized

October 14, 2008

After living a life being labeled “disorganized” by my parents, I’ve reached the conclusion that it’s been wrong; I’m hyper-organized, just not visually.  My desk will be a complete mess, but I can give you my February 2003 bank statement without having to rummage.  I haven’t done dishes in a few days, and I’m pretty sure there is mold growing somewhere in the gigantic pile by the sink, but can maintain the paperwork for the two out-of-state properties we own. I don’t bounce checks, I’m not late on payments and I haven’t overmaxed a credit card in my life.  That’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

I got some great suggestions for managing the house, but I haven’t implemented them yet.  I will… soon!  In the meantime, I’ll continue to be proud of my filing cabient, and ignore my spice rack, which is not even remtoely close to alphabetical (it’s supposed to be, right?)

Real Christians

September 6, 2008

I got into a conversation with a dear right-wing conservative friend of mine.  She is a practicing Christian, and declared that no “real Christian” would vote for Obama.  She even went so far as to not allow someone with an Obama tee shirt on hold her baby.  This is going to be a long election year.

My entire life I’ve been hearing about what “real Christians” do or don’t do, and I started to question some of them around the age of 15 (I was then told that “real Christians” don’t question what their parents tell them.)

The list of what people say “real Christians” do and don’t do is extensive, and I’m pretty sure that if everyone that I’ve heard is correct, there are, in fact, no real Christians at all, anywhere.

I started listing them with a friend of mine who had grown up in the same repressive, un-joyful Christian way that I was and has, like me, put distance between herself and her joyless parents.

This was what we came up with (through several fits of laughter).

Real Christians don’t own TVs, have cable, have MTV, go to movies, go to movie rental stores or watch movies at all.  They don’t listen to “hard rock” music, “rock music”, or “soft rock” music.  (Actual quote from my pastor: “I’ll hit you with a ’soft rock’ and then you tell me if it hurts.”)  They don’t listen to secular music, either.  Real Christians don’t listen to “hard rock” Christian music, Contemporary Christian music, Christian music with a beat or Christian music with musical accompaniment.  They don’t listen to jazz.

Real Christians don’t go to public school, secular private schools, Christian private schools, or homeschool. (Really!)  On the other hand, only homeschoolers are real Christians.

Real Christian women don’t wear men’s clothing in public, wear men’s clothing at all, or wear clothes that look like men’s clothing.  They don’t wear bright colors, drab colors, or jewlery or makeup.  Real Christain don’t worry about looking fashionable, conversly, they would never leave the house without looking fabulous.  They don’t wear pants, they don’t wear shorts, they don’t wear bikinis.  They don’t wear one piece bathing suits, they don’t swim at all.  Real Christian women don’t wear skirts that hit higher than two inches above the knee, show the thigh, show the knee, show the shin, or show the ankle.  They don’t worry about wearing skirts or pants, because worrying about such a thing is very “un Christian”.  They don’t work outside of the home, they don’t work outside of the home when they have children, and they don’t earn money.  Also, yes, they do.  They go to college, they don’t go to college, they graduate highscool, and they don’t go past eighth grade.  They use birth control, they only use natural birth control, and they don’t use birth control at all.  Real Christian women don’t have short hair, don’t have wild hair, and don’t show their hair to anyone except their husbands.  They don’t cover their hair, either, and they only cover it when in prayer.  They don’t color their hair, and they don’t color their hair pink (I tried once).  They don’t pierce their ears, they don’t pierce their ears more than once, they don’t pierce anything but their ears.  They don’t have tattoos.  They only have Christan tattoos if any.

Real Christians don’t do yoga, don’t do pilates, and don’t have acupuncture done.  They don’t use herbs healing, they only use herbs for healing, they don’t use modern medicine, and they don’t use ancient medicine.  They don’t have doctors of the opposite gender, they don’t have doctors at all, they don’t eat meat, and they are not strictly vegetarian as that would be insulting to God who gave us many delicious animals.  They don’t eat pork, they don’t eat organic, they DO eat organic and they don’t keep Kosher like the Jews, who are still waiting for the Messiah.  They DO keep Kosher because it’s in the Bible.

Real Christians don’t speak in tongues, except when they do.

We kind of got lost on the whole book of Revelations.  Apparently there’s a school of thought called Pre-something and a school of thought called Post-something that has to do with “End Times” (which are upon us, coming, and have already past hundreds of years ago.)  We tried to get our pastor friend to explain it to us, and got confused even further.

“Add that to the list,” I said.  “Real Christians understand the Bible.”  So we did.

At this point I poured us each a glass of wine which reminded us to add, “Real Christians don’t drink alcohol.” to the list.

And then we gave up!

Decorating Philosophy

September 5, 2008

My big rule for decorating: if it serves NO function whatsoever, it needs to be flat.  It can hang on a wall, lay on the floor or flat on a table, or hang from the ceiling, but it can’t just SIT THERE taking up space.  No throw pillows, no fancy please-don’t-wipe-your-fingers-on-them towels, no “shams” on the bed.  I have two exceptions: my vintage camera collection and the cake topper from my wedding; I commissioned an artist to create a bride and groom that looks just like me and the husband, right down to our wedding clothes, at a price that I’m still trying to justify. It made me really happy.

A Squashy Girl in a Bathing Suit

July 25, 2008

laundry?!  no!  sunbath!

face in grass, getting tan.

tan fat is better.

In the Interest of Saving Money

July 18, 2008

Things I will not do in the interest of saving money, ever:

Line dry underwear.

Shop at Walmart.  (shudder!)

Cancel my Netflix subscription.

Drink cheap coffee.

Wear underwear that comes in a plastic package.

Stop buying 120 format film.

Agonize over clipping coupons.

Attempt to sew my own bras.

Get rid of high-speed internet.

Skip girls-only monthly hibatchi.

Buy the inexpensive contact solution.

Body Image

July 14, 2008

Right.  Blogging.  So.

I tried a new cleanse that eliminated the following: animal products, alcohol, gluten and refined sugar.  I made it for four days, which I counted an accomplishment.  I have since stopped eating meat, and cut back on the gluten and sugar.  I’m not a big drinker, so it wasn’t so much of an issue either way.

I feel amazing!  I’ve been debating the merits of going vegetarian for years, and making the leap has be a LOT easier than I thought.  There are still going to things that bring me to the brink of temptation: my girlfriend’s lambchops, Hooters wings, juicy cheeseburgers, but I feel like I’m doing the best thing for myself right now, and if I do eat meat occasionally, well, no big deal.

I’ve been trying to work out more (because I might as well, right?  While I’m eating so well.)  The fact that it’s summer is making that easy; my three dogs are mad for the dog park, and there’s one twenty minutes away that has a great swimming lake (plus there are lots of other dogs to play around with).  We’ve been hiking all over, and it’s been good for them, too.

We also got a Wii Fit.  I’m not using it to work out so much as track my progress.  According to it, I’m down eight pounds in the past month.  Woo!  Skinnay!

I was out last night with a few girlfriends, both who are super cute and sweet.  My friend S. has one of those bodies that is naturally thin and muscular, and she has to be careful not to dip underweight.  Her abs are INCREDIBLE.  Unfortunately for her, she’s at her “confused with life” phase where she wants so much out of life and is not sure (but really, “too scared”) at how to go about achieving it.  Girl’s got “issues” if you know what I’m saying, and the conversation turned to how I seem to have it together; I have an amazing marriage and (despite being a bit of a dissatisfied housewife), I’m pretty happy.  So is our other friend, C.

“Whatever!” she said.  “You know you’d both kill for my body!”

I eyeballed her.  “No.  Nope.  I wouldn’t.”  To be honest, I was a little annoyed that she thought she was better looking than me (I mean, she IS fitter, but you don’t SAY such things!  Goodness!)  And my snappy “No.” was out as my gut reaction before I realized that it IS actually true: I don’t want her body, killer abs or not.

“I mean, of course there are things I want to change, but” I continued, “I feel pretty good.”  I suppressed my smug smile.  I was going to add: “and I get to have sex.” but I thought that her head might explode; she’s got no suitable husband on the horizion and is frustrated, and I’m not an ENTIRELY mean person, you know.  But I thought it.

Stuck

May 29, 2008

Oh dear.  It’s happened.  I’m overwhelmed.

I’ve been a stay-at-home-wife for eight months now, and I’ve hit a strange point of being “over it”.   I never thought you could actually be “over” staying home all the time, but it’s a lot of pressure, especially in the environment I’m in.  Here in the the Northeast, and in the family I married into, it’s not very common for wives to not work, especially if they don’t have children.  A few of my husband’s family members have raised their eyebrows at me, even though he’s made it very clear it’s not a topic up for discussion.  I’ve always been one to disregard what other people are concerned about easily, but the snide comments and odd looks are getting to me.

I’m not staying home because of a religious conviction, or because I’m lazy.  I’m staying home because I don’t know what to do if I were to get a job.  I’m not about to go flipping burgers when my husband makes six figures a year, and I’m not going to go back to college just for the sake of going.

I keep trying to figure out what to do.  I know some things that interest me, but I’m not sure how to parlay those into a job that lets me work and still maintain our lives here at home.  Even with no kiddos to worry about, keeping up with his long work schedule, the stock portfolio, the cooking, cleaning, laundry, paying bills, arranging dinner parties, keeping up with family and making sure our lives are in order and on track is a pretty demanding gig!

I’m hoping that moving to an area with more creative people will enhance my opportunities, but right now I’m in the middle of suburbia, stuck in a bit of a rut.

Seven Random Facts About Me

April 16, 2008

Because I was tagged :)

I:

don’t wear denim, like This American Life, think I look better with nappy hair, never make the bed, love the fact that I’m married to a guy with a beard, have three dogs (all mutts), and love video games more than I should.

Walks, Lots of Food, and My New Sigg Bottle

March 27, 2008

The warmer weather has been a call for long walks, and the dogs are all very happy, as am I.  Of course, it’s New England, so I’m fully expecting the weather to take a turn for the worse… oh… tomorrow!  But for now, we’re tearing up the woods on monster-sized hikes, and it’s been beneficial to my “flab-ay boo-tay”!

I’m having food issues again.  Everything is mega delicious, and I keep EATING.  I’m bottomless!  This is pretty new, and I’m not appreciating.  Maybe it’s because I’ve been so much more active with the hikes?

My Sigg bottle arrived, and it’s been helpful in keeping me hydrated.  I highly recommend them.   Check out mysigg.com if you’d like one.  They’re $20 more or less, and better than Nalgenes which are made from plastic that will leech into your drink.