Let's get back to the kitchen table.........

Well, with a drawer full of new softball socks, I can now concentrate on the rest of my day.
Really, only two things are on my mind today; pumpkin cream cheese pie and Pictionary. It's that simple.
I'm allready thinking of who can we invite over to play Pictionary and eat pie.
It's that way for me, I do or eat something I really like and then it's all I want to do for the next few days. I have three more days off and I can't think of a better way to spend them then around a kitchen table playing games and eating.
I think if we all did that more we would be happier. Maybe it's time to stop running around looking for something fun to do, and start looking towards our own homes and families. Really, how can it get any better than that?

jb

Do I need more socks???

Day after Thanksgiving shopping used to be a tradition for me. I would get up at 5 and be at Fred Meyer's door by 6. It was fun. Buy some 1/2 price socks, eat some free donuts and get that Holiday feeling that only retail madness can bring you.
I gave it up for a few years, because it got so redicilous. People act like animals, grabbing socks they don't even like, just because they are cheap. The whole scene kind of embarassed me.
With this in the back of mind, I think I might start the tradition up again.
It will be crazy and redicilous, and the human race will continue to shock and disgust me, but there is a part of me that wants to be involved in the madness.
It will officially kick off what promises to be a good Holiday Season this year.
jb

Is this all there is in the end?

I just returned from a funeral for an elderly uncle that passed on. As the preacher was preaching the gospel, I found myself wondering why they wern't talking about the man himself. It was all about Jesus and the scriptures.(throwing my uncles name in once in awhile to remind us all how he was called into the Kingdom of God) This bothered me. We wern't there for church service, we were there to honor Uncle Pinky.
Then the preacher, who apparantely knew my Uncle for about a month, read a bio on my Uncles's life and repeated a few stories the family had shared with him. I was wondering why the hell the family wasn't up there talking about him themselves. Those stories had no meaning coming from some "man of God" who wasn't even a part of the stories. It would have been so much more beautiful if the family would have shared their stories, their tears, and their memories. I found it very impersonal and quite frankly a dishonor to the deceased. It seemed to be just another day to remind us all that if we did not follow the way of Jesus, we would not be entered into Heaven.
I wanted to go up and scream at all of them. "Why are we singing about Jesus?? Why are we not talking about the fun we had camping with him or the free haircuts we all got in that cool barber chair he had in his basement??"
I wanted to scream at the preacher " Do you know he insisted on putting up an aluminum Christmas Tree every year? We all hated it, but somehow it wasn't Christmas without that silver tree. Or the way when it was one of our birthdays you not only got a gift, but so did your brothers? (Because they loved us all equally they would say.)
I don't know, I found the whole thing depressing.
I pray that in the end, my life is not summed up by some stranger repeating things he has been told about me.
As I ate my food the church ladies prepared, I found myself just wanting to go home and call my kids.
jb

Nothing to wear.......????!

I cleaned out my closet yesterday. I have four full garbage bags of clothes to be dontated. I also put all my summer stuff in sealed bags and put them away. My closet is still plenty full. I was a little disgusted with myself. Why do I have all these clothes? I am always thinking I have nothing nice to wear. What the hell? I am not really a person of excess,yet looking at all these bags of clothes I am starting to wonder.
I am allready thinking I have to go shopping now to finsish my winter work wardrobe.(now that there is room in my closet)
I have about 15 sweaters in my closet right now. Sure, they are all years old, but still good. Why do I need more? I also have like 4 coats,5 scarves and 2 pr. of hiking boots.
Yet, I hear the GAP calling my name. I am no where near as bad as alot of woman, but somehow I think I am still bad.
All I know is the Dalai Lama would not be proud of me.
jb

Rest in peace

How come we put our dogs and cats to sleep when they become old, sick, in pain, and begin to pee on themselves, but when human beings becomes old, sick, in pain and begin to pee on themselves we make them stay alive to suffer through it?
To me, it seems we are more humane to the dogs and cats. We don't want our beloved pets to suffer, so we do the right thing and put them to sleep. Does this mean we care more about being humane to our animals than we do human beings?

jb

Last night alone.........

As I rearange my house preparing for this 50 lb. dog that is arriving tomorrow, I have to wonder if I am crazy.
You know your house is too small when you have to rearange to accomodate a dog pillow and a couple food/water bowls.
The dog hasn't even arrived yet, and I have allready spent 150 bucks on a dog door, pillow and other dog stuff.
But I am anticiapting that all will be well, once I get over the shock of another living being in my house. I have been on my own for quite some time and I am a little nervous. I now have a responsibilty to someone other than myself. Holy Crap.
I hope he finds my house a good home for himself. I hope he will become a good companian for me and me for him.
I am going to enjoy one last night of just me in my house and tomorrow morning I will officially be the proud owner of one black lab named Riley.
jb