GreenSunflower

Navaroo

Navaroo is the belief in Tamil Sri Lanka culture that if someone envy's you, they will cause bad things to happen to you , and because of that you should keep all your successes or happiness to yourself.

Babe is has denied Navaroo for a long time.  Then I got my Volvo.  He was happy when it got its first dent because then people who had been envying our car, would no longer do so, and nothing bad would happen with the car.

Then we were happy for a long time, Babe thought people envied our happiness.  We went through a period of not so much happiness.  Since people weren't envying how we weren't that happy, we got happy again, only to have the cycle repeat.

Everybody loves Boogie.  People ask if they can pay for pictures of her even.  Boogie had gastroenteritis. Babe blamed it on the envy.

I was six with some sort of viral illness for 6 weeks.  Babe things that the people at work envied my life too much and so I got sick.

Some people know just how much Babe brings down each year.  Now his business is suffering, it must be because people envied us.

I see it as life happening.  I don't think people envy me that much, and if they do, they shouldn't, my life is no more wonderful or special than anyone else's life.

But the more life goes on, the more he clings  to the navaroo idea.  I don't  know how to change that.

I Am Bored, Let's See What Happens

I am sitting here watching Rachael Ray, checking emails, and sitting on my ASS.  There is a lot of time not on my ass lately, so I feel the need to give my ass some attention, aside from the time I am drying where it hits the back of my legs, from sagging at the ripe old age of 26.  I really do not want to see my ass in another 26 years, because it isn't pretty now.

That reminds me.  The other day, I walk through our bedroom naked and in front of Babe.  About fifteen minutes later, he comes up to me and says, "Babe did you notice that those dimples that are on your butt are all the way down your leg now?"  Um, No... I didn't realize my cellulite was spreading a long with my ass and the amount to the right the scale goes lately. 

Now before you think my husband an asshole, please remember he is not from American culture and in his culture speaking your mind about someone's looks or weight is a-ok.  I schooled him on this aspect.  He hasn't mentioned it since.

I have a true pussy dog.  Now, I know I got a shih tzu and as my mom points out, they were bred as lapdogs.  But yesterday, I tried to take her on a walk.  With my parent's dogs, you put them on a leash, they run in front of you and you are trying to get them to slow down.  It was that way since they were puppies.

Now with Boogie.  She stood still and when I tried to give the leash a little tug, she pulled back vehemently, letting me know, she does not walk.  When I picked her up to carry her on our "walk,"  she was perfectly happy.

I looked up how to train a dog for a leash on the net and it says to put the leash on her for a couple of minutes a day and just let it sit on the ground, so she gets used to it.   Lordy, this is the most high maintenance dog I have ever met.

Excited

Did you ever get really excited for something, like maybe too excited and then when it happened, it was a total let down.  Or maybe it wasn't a total let down, but your build up sent you for a hard fall?

This has happened to me three time lately, one of which being Christmas.  I love that I get so excited for things.  It is fun to be excited, but the let down cant be good for my person.

Holy Shit!

Today at Starbucks, there was a group of 14 year olds (guesstimate).  One 14 year old had evidently pissed off the other, right as I was walking up.

The one who was pissed of says: When I have my baby, I am not letting you hold it.

Oh my, this means so many things. Just so many. That she thinks the biggest deal and power to wield with a child, is to not let others hold it, show ignorance that is scary.  That she is planning on using a child to wield any kind of power, is  really scary, and just makes me feel like it is a situation set up for abuse.

Then I think nursing.  I think about the 14 year old I saw deliver a baby and how ill prepared she was for birth, much less the rest of the child's life.  Or the little child, with a chronic illness, in the hospital, whose mother was barely 18.  This does not set children up for success.  Either child.

When I was 14, I was dreaming of being simply touched, anywhere, by my first love B.  Not how I wanted to have a baby with him and lots of sex.  That came later (the sex, not the baby), but at a time when I could grasp the importance of birth control. 

Please please, talk to your children.  I  know I am not a parent and I do not understand how hard those conversations are, much less raising a child in general is, but I do understand the consequences of not doing so are much harder than that one conversation.

Safe Sex

When my parents got divorced my dad's roommate was a single guy.  He often had women over, but rarely to spend the night.  Maybe he did it when we weren't there, at the behest of my dad.

But one day my sister and I needed something, I cant remember what.  We decided to look in the roommate's bathroom drawers.  We found a box of condoms in there and you know what we did?  We counted them and every weekend we went over there, we counted them again to see just how much sex he was having.  We were 10 and 8, and so obsessed with sex. Some things never change.

How Did Two Eggnogs

with I swear just one shot of brandy (okay, maybe a heavy shot) get me this tipsy? Maybe it was the one banana in the last 6 hours.

Never drink on an empty stomach.

Imagine This

You are off to bed.  You crawl in between the sheets and your somehow incredibly warm comforter from IKEA.  This thing warms up so quickly and keeps you so warm during the night, sometimes you are sweating when it is 40 degrees outside.  You drift off.  Half heartedly listening to the dog in the room, who is making weird noises.  You are way to out of it to put anything together in your head, so you just drift off.

1:40 am hits and you wake up.  Said dog is at your side and bothering the hell out of you with her position, so you go to reposition her with your leg.  You move her over just in time to hit a cold puddle of wet.  You realize the wet has chunks in it.  You jump out of bed, coddling the foot with chunks on it. 

The dog has vomited on your bed.  Not just a little but a lot such that is soaks through the duvet, comforter, sheets,  and mattress cover.  You then call Babe, who cleans it up while you redress the bed.  Babe gets all worked up and stressed out over these things, so he wakes you up more. 

Roll around 2am and you are wide awake.  Thinking maybe I should post on my blog.

Sasha Gets Played

This is for my mom and Big J. who are away from their puppy right now.

Let The AC Run Over Me

I sit now at Starfucks, soaking up the AC and tmobile Internet.  I wish I were at Peet's, but alas I am at a more corporate whore, who I personally whore myself out to on an almost daily basis. 

See, I am thinking about Peet's because we went looking at these houses (remember do not mention to Babe) and right next to it was a shopping center with not a Starfucks, but a Peet's.  Right then I wanted to live there.  I know that means that Peet's is whoring themselves out too, you don't have to tell me, but I also like most of their drinks more anyway. They are just a lot less sweet and have more coffee bang for the buck.  Like 3 shots for a large (which is like a venti).  Can you believe SF's only give you two?  What a ripoff. 

OK.  Time to go scan the interwebs for things I don't need, but want and all that other jazz.  It might be getting almost cool enough to go home. Tootaloo!

Illegal Immigration- I shouldnt even make this post

So the US has a problem.  Or at least I think it is a problem.  We have large numbers of people coming to this country illegally.   Babe asks me what I think about this problem.  I really really don't know.  It does seem for our economy to work the way it is now, we need a bunch of cheap labor, and the only way to keep it cheap is to keep exploiting the desperate situation of these people.  To me that is wrong.  Which means Americans will have to buy less and pay more for it, if we actually start treating people as human beings. 

People are being treated like shit by their employers because they can.  But as far as thinking that a person who does not come here legally has rights, to all of a sudden do all things say a permanent resident does, doesn't make sense either.  But there are millions of them, we can't deport them, so what do we do?  I think we should somehow make them part of our tax base, since they are using resources from tax payers, it is just a matter of how. 

The only problem with somehow accepting millions of people's illegal immigration is that it somehow says people should continue to do it.

Truly I don't know enough about the issue to make a coherent opinion.  But these are the things I do see.  Educate me people.  Tell me what you think,