welcome to the simple complexities of my mind...

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Out of Sight, Out of Mind...

Out of the "OC" and out of Southern California... for the weekend at least. Then I'll only have to return to that blasted place for a couple of days before I'm off and out again for a longer period than that. For 10 more glorious days I will be away from the hustle and bustle of "So Cal" and I will be relaxing and enjoying my time on the other side of the country.

-Side Note- The show the "OC" is nothing like the real Orange County. The "OC" isn't even filmed in Orange County. Go figure. So if and when another person finds I'm from the "OC" and then proceeds to ask me if the show is anything like place, I will shoot them down then go on with whatever it is I was originally doing.

Other than that, greetings from Berkeley, Nor Cal. (Gracias, Nicole!) School of liberals and drugs. Bay area, watch out, here I am.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Story of the Hour...

I read this and found it hilarious... so I decided to post it here... why? cuz i can...

"I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.

FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.

Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."

I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!"

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all
dear, let's go to the cashier."

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?"

I then said "honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"

Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either...."

Poor guy...

Monday, October 17, 2005

Just Watch It Move...


Thursday, October 13, 2005

A Quick & Fun (and distracting) History Lesson (that I didn't learn in school...)

History Lesson

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a ed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a "thresh hold."

(And people think I haven't learned anything in school... oh wait... they're right... school didn't teach me this...)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. they would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers int he pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old." (Yummy... right.)

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" nd re-use the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks ont he inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the groundand tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

Some fun facts to distract me from everyday life... reading never hurt anybody...

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

It Never Ceases...

Drama... drama... drama...

...is a simple life really that difficult to achieve? There's always one thing or other trying to get in my way. Complicating things that really shouldn't be complicated.

More and more thoughts keep piling up in my head. People don't stop adding more to my plate. It's getting to the point where I can't concentrate anymore.

Every time I get a breather, a moment to just relax and sit still, the moment I return, someone's got something to say. It's no wonder why I hate returning because the moment I do, the comfort, the safety I felt, goes away.

I realize it's not the matter that I've lost or forgotten myself as some people think. What's happened is that I'm so tired of trying to make everyone happy that I've made myself miserable in the process.

Then I get told it's not enough. Well... screw that...

Monday, October 10, 2005

Just Breathe...

It's great when I can finally relax and say to myself, "All is well."

I'm going to be moving one more time this year. And I hate moving, but it'll be a move that I know will work well for everyone involved.

I will be able to get a peace of mind. I won't have to walk on eggshells around the place that I live. I also won't feel like I'm imprisoned either.

I'll be able to just ...breathe.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Love is Not a Chemical Reaction...

Love is not a chemical reaction brought to the brain by endorphins that result in a euphoric chain reaction to the body.
Love is not temporary, it does not last for only 3-6 months.
Love is not just a physical and mental attraction. That's lust.
Love is so much more... I don't just believe it, I know it.

Surrounded By Weight Watchers...

Over the summer I got really sick and lost quite a bit of weight. Within one month I lost 12 pounds and went down two dress sizes. Now, I've never been the weight watcher. I eat what I eat and I do what I do. But I got REALLY thin, it was NOT pleasing to me but apparently as a result of it, I'm the envy of a lot of women.

I don't know about anyone else, but this deeply disturbs me. For example, I bump into a high school peer at college and she remarks, "Oh my god, Carmel you lost sooo much weight." I begin to tell her that I got sick so it wasn't really by choice. She responds, "But you look so great and thin. It's sad that you got sick. But wow, I'd love for that to happen to me." Terrific.

My boss herself said, "You are losing weight, girl. Really looking good. It's because you're in love, isn't it? Enjoy it now, because when you get married you'll get fat like me." My boss is a size 6 and she thinks she's fat.

Another friend bumped into me, who I haven't seen since last spring, "Wow, haven't seen you in a while. You look trimmer than I saw you before. What's your secret?" You're kidding me.

I want the world to know. I was NOT pleased by my weight loss. I went down from having a size 6 be loose on me, to having a size 4 be loose on me. My jeans became baggy. I am a woman. I love the curves God gave me. Anorexic thin is NOT attractive. Plus food is a dear love. So the word "diet" is not in my vocabulary.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

I Apparently Lost Myself...

So I've been told (and no, not by my parents... nor by my fiance) that I have lost myself. I have forgotten who I am. I have forgotten the important things in life. I have forgotten my upbringing and my values. I have forgotten how to think and how to think about the full consequences of my choices. I have become selfish and narrow-minded. I have forgotten what I want in life. I have changed and I have changed not for the better.

All I want to say about this is: BULLSHIT. I have not forgotten anything.