*Sigh*. These Christians continue to provide me with justification for not associating myself with them. Pat Robertson responds to a question from one of his 700 Club viewers about whether or not yoga has origins in evil and whether she should participate in it. I’m not even going to get into what a moron this lady is for even asking this question in the first place.
Good ol’ Pat tells her that stretching is fine, but that some of the chants are prayers to *gasp* Hindu gods. And that the yoga mantra of believing that god is all around us and that we can connect with him borders on pantheism. What is so awful about connecting with god?
So Pat warns us not to participate in any of that mumbo jumbo yoga stuff cause we’ll end up in hell. But keep sending him money to support his Christian beliefs that include killing President Chavez, supporting the endless mess in Iraq, hating gays and keeping women subservient to men. Hallelujah!
I read this blog on Chic Nostalgia by Leslie M. M. Blume on Huffington Post today. This is the third one she’s written about things we should bring back in style. I think she has some excellent suggestions that more people should follow. Number two on her list is dressing nicely for dinner and travel. Bravo!
When I was about 5, I went on my first plane ride to Florida. My mom went out and bought my sister and I new outfits to wear for the plane. I believe I had pink gauzy pants with a matching t-shirt. We had nice big chairs and they served us a real breakfast – eggs, toast, fruit salad on a real plate – and this was coach! The airlines have now reduced flying to the equivalant of riding in a train car with a bunch of hobos. The seats are too small and they are too close together (I’m a small person, so I can’t even imagine how awful it is for average to larger size people). Food, if it is served, is usually in a cardboard box. And forget about getting dressed up. People show up in sweatpants and t-shirts and I’ve seen teen-age girls in their pajamas. Blech – even if we aren’t flying first class, let’s have a little civility, folks.
In addition to the things on her list, I’d also like to add a few of my own. Let’s bring back:
1. Waiting until after Thanksgiving to start playing Christmas carols on the radio – really, what purpose does it serve to play them earlier other than to fuel holiday road rage? I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas by Bing Crosby is soulful and sweet until you hear him whistling the refrain for the billionth time at which point you want to either smash your radio or ram the car in front of you for sitting at the green light a second too long.
2. Nylons for women – it seems that women under the age of 40 have decided that wearing nylons is too restrictive and that they prefer bare legs. Even if you have a nice tan, it just doesn’t look polished. If you buy the right size and style, they aren’t uncomfortable. Or you can glam things up with a garter belt and thigh highs and make your man happy.
Those are two right off the top of my head. Care to add anything?
This post will probably be one of many that I write about why I no longer attend church. I grew up Lutheran and went to church EVERY Sunday – rain or shine. I went to Sunday school, I was in the church programs, and I sang in the church choir. The church I attended was founded by Slovak immigrants in the early 1900’s and my family had attended for generations. My father was the church president and my mother is still the treasurer.
My boyfriend took this picture of Zoe recently and sent it to me as an exclusive to use on my blog. She is so precious!
I love when they are all curled up like that. It makes me want to go up and stick my face in their warm, soft fur and nuzzle them.
I have been on a mission lately to find the holy grail of under garments. I am looking for a perfect pair of underwear. These undies will meet the following requirements; they will fit well – no riding up or falling/rolling down; they will not show through my clothing – no bump or lump or double-butt creation can occur or detailed outlines of the embellishments can be evident; they will last more than two washings; and finally, they will be cute and come in nice colors.
I doesn’t seem like I’m asking a lot, but for some reason, this article of clothing is alluding me. I, the shopping maven, am having the toughest time finding those along with the inability to locate a pair ankle boots with a medium high heel in black leather with a slightly pointy toe and some details on them to make them cute – oh and under $75 and in my size.
I did the thong-thing when I was younger and more tolerant of those types of irritations. Now that I’m older, I just don’t have the patience for them and I don’t think there is enough fabric separating certain body parts from my clothing.
When I started this blog, I only had two kitties. Two bad kitties. Well, now I’d like to introduce a third kitty, Zoe. Little Zoe is actually my boyfriend’s cat, but we got her knowing that we will all probably be living in the same house sometime in the near (?) future. Here she is – she’s quite a beauty.
So I’ve begun clearing out the clothes in my closet that don’t fit me right now. I sorted them by size and realized I have enough clothes to outfit three people. There are three categories; small-, medium- and large-me. I am hoping that I don’t end up with an “extra-large-me” category in there.
This project is taking longer than I’d like. Part of the problem is that I am trapped for about 9 hours a day at work sitting at my desk not really adding any value when I could be home doing much more productive things. The other part of the problem is that I don’t have a lot of energy. I have adrenal fatigue and hypothyroidism that I am currently treating (also the cause of the various sizes of me). I can only do a little bit at a time before I need to rest physically and mentally.
I’ve come to realize that I really enjoy jobs/projects where I can take a big mess and make it better. I’m all about seeing the results of my labor. Right now, my “real” job; you know, the one that pays me a good salary along with benefits, is really unsatisfying. I’m stuck with a manager who won’t let me have any decision-making power and doesn’t know how to delegate. The whole department is undergoing a 5-month long reorganization. Where I work, a “reorganization” is defined as getting a new executive over your area who has the strong need to “mark” his territory by dismantling everything his predecessor put in place and putting everyone in the department into new groups and creating new work flows between them. This generally creates a great deal of worry, disatisfaction and upheaval amongst his associates. But, he gets to show his management what a great job he’s done in the first year on the job with charts and data that shows how unproductive we were before and how productive we will be in the future. In the meantime, all of the funding for our projects has been cut so that we can make sure our CEO gets his millions in compensation at the end of the year. So, in addition to not knowing what job you are going to be doing in the next month, you have nothing to work on before then or aren’t too motivated to get into something new because you might not be even working on it later. This is a fantastic strategy for boosting morale if you ask me.