Lemon

Someone asked me today, if I could be any fruit, what fruit would I be?
At first I thought the question was just a silly way to cure out infinite boredem.
And I was prepared to reply promptly with my favorite fruit and then
I would return with a silly question to fire up this game of funnies.
Then I paused because I remembered I have several favorite fruits.
I found myself hesitant to limit my life to be only one fruit. Obviously this
is my analytical brain taking over the delight of the randonnesss and
impracticality of the simple question. Darn you brain and your ways.
Do I want to be a fruit that everyone likes? Because then everyone would
love me right? But I take the risk of being eaten often. I dont really want to be bitten into.
I think that might hurt. I mean I guess that is the purpose of fruit though...to be eaten.
Or do I want to be a fruit that is really eye-popping in some way?
Just for the trivial fact I like bright colors. I could be a fruit that is in the jungle
that people dont eat often, then  I could live longer. (Normally I wouldnt say fruit is
alive persay but for this topic we will just say they are.) I also had to take into consideration
where each fruit grows. Do I want to live in a tree? or live on a bush or a plant?
Do I want to live in a bundle like grapes or bananas or single like an orange?
I couldnt decide so I modified the question to humor myself.
There obviously isn't a fruit that is superior to others given the fact that all fruits
have their benefits for our health. If you pick one fruit, not everyone is going to like the texture,
the flavor, the scent..
So I narrowed it down to what fruit I am most like.
A lemon.
I dont want to be bitten as much as possible and have a sour emotion most of the time.
I enjoy summer the most and if you add sugar and water to a lemon in the summer time
I can be one of the most popular drinks. I am a fairly busy person and my body often
goes through a lot of stress so I definitely  feel sqeezed dry. I think its safe to say
that lemons are squeezed dry regularly. Im a clean freak and lemons are used in
various cleaning supplies. I think lemons fan base is rightly split. Meaning you dont see people walking around biting into lemons for a snack but lemon juice and the peel are
used for countless different things.
Plus, if I were a lemon, I could cause people to make funny faces when they bit into me. :)
That would be a cool trick..



Ale

Olive Juice

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; 

effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Take away love from the world, and our earth would be left a tomb. 

You can feel love in your bones, in your nerves, in your heart. 

It should stem from our core and stay there always.

 No matter who tries to twist it or tear it away. Have love and give love. 

I know I am sounding a little hippy-ish today but I can’t help it. 

It’s more of an aide memoire to myself. In my last post I didn’t really 

elaborate on that quote that meant a lot to me. So I wanted to take the time to do so.

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return.” I believe that’s more true than anything.

Love is long-suffering and kind. Love is not jealous, it does not brag, 

does not get puffed up does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interest, 

does not become provoked. It does not keep account of the injury

…It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

Love is precious.

When all else fails, remember love and all that it is.

Ale

Movie Buff

“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

I watched a flick last night that I haven’t watched in a very long time, 

that I am particularly fond of.

I use to be a huge movie buff and up to date on all the latest and greatest films. 

The past recent years of my life I still have the same passion for the movies

and all that goes into film making, but nowhere near the same free 

time to watch them, I also lack the movie partner I once had. 

I use to dedicate all my weekend hours to movie watching.

My father and I would make a list of movies on Friday night 

that we would watch throughout the weekend. There was rarely 

a time we didn’t get a chance to make it through all of them. 

We would watch all genres. Thriller, Comedy, Drama, Hitchcock’s, 

Sci-fi, Horror, Musicals, what we call “B” movies, anything from 

loved to never seen, we would watch.. It may seem boring or repetitive, 

but I loved every adventure we would encounter with each movie we watched. 

Normally commentary from others during a film can be a major annoyance, 

but my father has a giftedly comedic way about it.

Pause and rewind were popular buttons on the remote. 
We would discuss scenes or break them down to what 
we thought they may mean or the underlying 

message the story teller was trying to reveal. We would pause 

and take breaks from the thrillers so as to not get to jumpy or scared. 

We would pause and laugh and rewind and laugh some more as we 

were both rolling on the ground over something silly someone said in 

a comedy and from then on it would become an on-going inside joke 

between the two of us. We have many, as my dad loves comedy.

There would be times where he would watch a movie before I would and 

on the weekend we would then watch it together. He would prepare me

 for scenes and loved to watch my reaction. He found it pleasing when

 my reaction to a twist in the plot was the same as his. He would call me

 during the week when I was at my mothers and tell me to turn it to certain

 channels and we would watch movies with each other over the phone. 

Before bed at night sometimes he would call me and tell me alternate 

endings he made up to movies that we loved. I guess it wasn’t really the 

movies that we loved as much as the bond we had shared because of them.

We had a few scripts started that we never finished. Just ideas here and 

there thrown together on old yellow crinkled pads .. Little dreams of ours 

that never came true. It’s not disappointing that they didn’t though. We 

never really hoped or thought that they would. It was more so just giving 

our imagination something to run with and fun to think about. We would 

sometimes pretend life was one big movie. And would anyone watch our 

movie if we were in one. I liked to think they would. J

Whenever I do get time now to curl up on the couch, I tend to watch movies

I have already seen, and reminisce on the memories I have of them and the 

feeling they once gave me. I often get songs stuck in my head from the old 

movies we use to watch. Or quotes such as the one I started this post with. 

I wonder sometimes when watching new movies if my father has seen them or 
what he thinks about them if he has. It’s not the same watching movies 

without him sometimes. He could make me laugh like no one else could.

I miss those wonderful never-ending movie marathons..

Ale

Hello March, give me more glitter please.

This morning I woke to an awful shoulder pain
and snow flakes falling on my window glass.
Surprisingly so I wasn’t that disapointed.
Normally I would toss and turn in bed looking for any excuse to call in sick.
"My car is snowed in..There is a wreck in front of my drive way..I slept with my window open and now im sick."
But instead I got up with no complaints.
I was ready to be at work and ingulfed by the ordeals of others rather than my own.
I am sick and tired of my own ordeals. Mainly because I can't do much to change them.
I fear this blog will turn into my diary of frustrated stammers and sad hem haws.
Somedays I guess are better than others.  As will be my blog postings.
I want everyday to be great and happy La-Dee-Dahs,
but who am I kidding having the mentality and naïve nature, reality hits and my heart is flicked off my sleeve again.
Sigh.
My words scream out loud sometimes and they are used and twisted however people
may want them to be. But at least I get them out of my brain so that they aren't fumbling about disrubpting the others.
I rather get the unwanted grey thoughts out and make room for more glittery ones.
Anyways (quick change of pace), Just wanted to say Happy March! :)
More La-Dee-Dahs to come… <3

Clubhouse of awesome-cool dreams

There are many things I miss from my childhood.

Things I can’t do anymore.

Like playing outside in jelly sandals in the dirt, or climbing trees or playing cops and robbers, or having imaginary friends. If I did any of those things now, people would think I just came from the Looney bin ..or needed to go to one. Can you imagine me sitting in a tree barefoot talking to an imaginary Fred?! I took my childhood for granted. How would I have known though; what the world was going to be like. What’s that saying, “If I knew then what I know now..”, I would have played a lot harder and not argued about taking naps.

This Saturday was a blast from the past. I watched Saturday morning cartoons and  built a fort in my living room with my boyfriend.

I know it sounds totally silly and childish, but it was amusing and quite gratifying.

Not only to be goofy and relaxing in PJ's but to watch my boyfriend configure this fort. Using sheets and kitchen chairs with floss and hangers and old strings. He got so into it. (It was pretty comical dear)

Building the fort was surprisingly more tricky than I had expected it to be. Granted it was tricky when I was younger and would take half the day to complete it (probably because I was just as OCD then, as I am now) but I had assumed the “growing up” part of life would have helped with the fort-building knowledge. Now that I think about it, there was never a class for that in school.

Anyways I had forgotten at first how to make a fort. I knew what supplies would be sufficient but couldn’t really remember how to put it all together. It’s like that movie “Look who’s talking now” with John Travolta and Kirstie Alley. Once you hit a certain age you lose the ability to recall certain things a baby would or whatever it was. Hmm maybe that was a different movie?..

I forgot what it was like to be 6 years old and cookin’ up adventure in my fort. Imagining I was in a secret clubhouse and other people could only enter under certain conditions like stating wacky passwords or coming up with ridiculous handshakes.

The fort symbolized a reminiscence of adolescence. I loved it and that I would have someone in my life who loved it as well is great. I recommend everyone relive a part of their childhood that they loved. Why not? It’s pretty cool, if I do say so myself. J

Does anyone remember POGS?

Ale

Dear Lysol

Ugh you failed me Lysol.

You were suppose to kill the germs and keep me safe.

You told me you would remove 95% of the allergens.

I guess the other 5% got the better of you! Or me for that matter. :(

The viruses and bacteria beat your Lemon-Lime-Blossom disinfecting skills.

I thought you had my back Lysol..I thought we were friends..

Who else am I suppose to rely on.. Purell ?

Psh I tried that once..it was a joke.

Okay okay..maybe I’m being a bit harsh.

I’m just really upset because my throat hurts so bad my nose won't stop running,

And this cough..ugh its terrible and gross.

Now I have to use Theraflu everyday..:(

AND I TOLD YOU about what Nyquil does to me…

Please Lysol wont you step it up next time. I mean I really don’t want to stop using you.

But what’s the point if I get sick anyways.

I know..I know you keep my desk at work shiny and smelling good..but

Windex can do that. You really want to be replaced with Windex??

Sincerely,

A sick person

Mindless Assumption

I know I'm not perfect and I wont make excuses for my actions or my imperfections.

They are what they are and all I can do is work to improve them.

My recent actions have caused and upheaval.

The actions weren't wrong or unreasonable.

Although they may have been made worse from imperfections.

Meaning, if  I could do them over I would..

but not to change the course of action, only to tweak certain things.

Timing, specific wording, maybe share more of my honest feelings..or less sharing perhaps.

Less defending, less explaining, less convincing, more meditating, more forgiving, more forgetting.

I'm working on showing and giving love regardless of other imperfections.

I have recently prayed more for guidance rather than answers.

I don't really need answers as to why people do and say the things they do.

I just need to know where to go from here.

And how to do things humbly.

Quite honestly I won't tell people anything or "My side of the story", if I am not asked. Even if i was asked, I doubt I would have much to say anymore.

I prayed for guidance and constantly hear, "The wise say less", "Less is more", "Have self-control", and "Learn to keep your mouth shut".

Someone of great eminence recently told his audience, "If someone wrongs you or you feel the urge to spout words, quite literally put your hand over your mouth, use more than the usual effort to keep from speaking harshly, even if it's a defense of yourself."

I have this need to control everything that happens in my life.

I came to the conclusion that sometimes, unfortunately,

we have to just roll with the punches, regardless of how much they hurt.

It'ts not how to stop things from happening, but how we handle them when they do.

I..

You..

We will always deal with judgment, opinionated people, dirty looks, jealousy, slander...whatever it is.

People don't need proof, evidence, or facts, to come up with their mindless assumptions and theories as to what they feel or what they believe to true about you..or themselves.

So I won't battle the assumptions people lay in front of me anymore. 

My world won't be shaped from speculations or facades.

I have realized timing is everything.

I have learned to roll with the punches.

I have accepted that less is sometimes more.

And I'll remind myself that love never fails.

Ale