Confused by bumper stickers

One evening Z and I were driving home from dinner out and were cut off by another vehicle ~ surprise, surprise...we do not get bent out of shape like we used to when other vehicles cut us off, we kind of drive expecting it. Anyways, this vehicle had a very familiar bumper sticker "Honk if you love Jesus!" It was the other bumper stickers that left us scratching our heads.
~ "God, guts, and guns keep India free!" So possible members of the NRA...or republicans
~ "Follow me to Hooters" - Bah!
~ "wing em', ding em', 69 em" - What??? Z had to explain to me that it was a dirty refference to interc__se (I'll let you fill in the blank).
Because none of the other bumper stickers had anything to do with Jesus I think it is safe to say that the vehicle owner is way more confused than we were.

From the pages of my journal 3/18/2013

This weekend I caught up on a lot of housework. Now it is Monday morning and I look around me and see baby socks on the bed, wash clothes on the table, sippy cups on the floor and sofa. This home is deffinitely lived in. Our baby is on the move picking up little things and redepositing them in different spots throughout the house. It is a constant pick up and put away game with her around. The entire time she is going through the house happy, giggling, and gabbering. It really is heart warming to watch. Not very many people parent with rigidity here in Curry Land. They do not expect my home to be clean and orderly. They graciously smile and love on my child even when she is not acting like a little angel. Their attitudes have really helped me develope into a calm and patient mother.

I wish every day was Sunday!

So many things make Sunday the best day of week for me. Sundays mean sleeping in. Then my sweet hubby Z goes straight for the kitchen and makes pancakes for Abi and I. I get to stay in my pj's as long as I want. There is no house work, and no one else except our small family. We watch our American church online from the comfort of our office (in the comfort of my pj's). I make an easy American lunch and we enjoy reading a marriage related book together while Abi takes a nap. It is a simple day simply full of  relaxing, learning, praying, being together, and love.
Oh by the way, Happy Easter everyone!

From the pages of my Journal 3/15/2013

Last night and this morning I have enjoyed pleasant weather - there has been a nice cool breeze blowing. I love these days and take advantage of them before summer hits. So I got exercise out of the way around 7:45am and then watered the plants & washed the car.
Abi was playing in the patio while I was working. Unfortunately it only took her under 1 minute to slip away from me and head up the marble stairs. I did not know where she had gone until I saw my baby rolling down the stairs. Thankfully she was not hurt, no bumps, breaks or bruises. I think she was more startled than anything.
This week has been full of accidents. The day before yesterday Art got into a motorcycle accident and was scraped up pretty bad. Then I was cleaning the bathrooms with a toilet bowl cleaner that contains hydrochloric acid and one little drop got into my left eye. Instantly that eye started burning and I momentarily lost vision. Z and I quickly rinsed my eye with water for 10 minutes. My eye is still sore from the incident but it is getting better everyday...and we had a good laugh when I put a make shift eye patch on.
We are all weary this week and trying to get work done - and because we are in Curry Land, little stresses keep piling up everyday. The gas cylinder for our stove runs out, no water for hours, no power for hours. All these little things mound up like little road blocks/ set backs on the coarse of a day's productivity. Then we look back over our day & week and wonder 'what did we accomplish?' So much time and energy was eaten up by the road blocks. The set backs will never go away so we must find a way to use them for good. So many times they have a negative effect on my outlook and perception of life here when really deep down inside I love my life here. And if everything ran smoothly, Curry Land would not be the everyday adventure that has made life so endearing.

What Would Cavemen Eat?

Z and me are trying to get healthier...so we have been tossing around some ideas:
Idea #1 - get a Golds gym membership...crazy huh, we have a Golds gym in the Rut! As far as gym memberships go the price is pretty steep.
Idea #2 - Buy a stationary bike or treadmill...one drawback is power outages. I can just envision it now...I am running on a treadmill, jamming to some tunes then all of the sudden the power cuts out, the belt stops and I careen into the front of the machine in an ungraceful front flip and bust it on the marble floor underneath - OUCH!
Idea #3 - Go on the Paleo diet, also known as the caveman diet...Z does not want to eat like a caveman, he is happy eating like a civilized man...so we have debated this one extensively.
Our diet here in Curry Land consists of fresh fruits, and veggies - which already goes along with the Paleo diet, but giving up dairies, grains and lentils for straight up protein would be difficult...do the creators of Paleo know how much goes into finding, cleaning and cooking protein here!?! Then I go out to the villages around my house and I watch families in simple mud and brick dwellings cook over a small mud fire pits fueled by gathered sticks...the picture of simple caveman living if you ask me. And what do they cook in these simple dwellings over small fires? Well, mostly whatever vegetables, grains and lentils that were gathered in nearby fields; also whatever dairy that was collected by their goats and buffalos; and on fewer occasions whatever chicken or goat that was slaughtered.
So for Z and me the caveman diet will be a little different...and could probably instead be called the Curry Land villager diet and will consist of Fruits, vegetables, grains that are simply ground and not processed, Dairy with out additives and hormones, lentils and proteins. Oh, and my inner pyro deffinitely wants to cook over a small fire pit fueled by gathered sticks :)
 

From the pages of my journal

I have decided to add something new to the blog this year...from time to time I will post entries from my journal. I am an avid journaler, not such an avid blogger - so the journal is loaded with lots of stories, contemplations, musings and pages upon pages of raw emmotions and shame...Maybe you will you laugh with me, cry with me, be inspired, be encouraged, or maybe you will be so traumatized you will never frequent this blog again. Or if you are like me you easily become drawn into trainwrecks like those shameful reality TV shows that I really should not be watching.

Anyone heard of triple A?

While in the Curry Land capitol we were visiting some friends at their hotel when they were traveling through. We drove there in our car, parked in the back (b/c Z is too cheap to get the car valet parked), and entered the swanky hotel that made us feel like we were no longer in Curry Land. It did not even smell like Curry Land! The hotel had this crazy water misting set up that sprayed lemon grass scented water on all four sides of the building so that guests were not assaulted with the normal smell of raw sewage upon entering and exiting. For some reason I could not make Z see the importance of installing a similar set up at our house. Anyways during dinner I asked Z to get something from the car for me. He was gone for a very long time...I was getting worried...so I called him. He informed me that he was alright and just waiting for assistance because he had locked the keys in the car. No one knew of any locksmith that could open our car. So Z paid two security guards to break into our car...which I find ironic that he is willing to pay someone to break into the car but not to park the car.
We learned a valuable lesson that night. Locking your keys in your car is a big pain, there is no triple A in Curry Land.