Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Luckily I ran into my friend Ben..who is also a dead ringer for Jimmy Fallon...at Walmart as we frantically searched for last minute Halloween candy....and he told me about hulu.com. Not only can I watch my chopped up episodes of dateline...But Hello again Kardashians, Joisey Shore huligans, and the rest of my reality shows. Should I? Shouldn't I? Life has been pretty peaceful with just watching prime time and House Hunters and Pioneer Woman. Maybe I should just keep this new leaf turned.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Live blogging from my desk. I am a little early and a little behind with my posting so I thought I'd use the time. Its freezing this morning...woke up to a cool 67 degrees in my house.
I've seen so many people wearing boots today.. as in cowboy boots...makes me want a pair. An Indian girl in cowboy boots? Odd?
I leave you with a how to video for a little Halloween crafting.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
That being said, a few weeks ago...I had gone to sleep a little early before Matt got home. Before I went to bed, I was looking at Instagram...which is pretty much my nightly routine. A thought came to mind..."You always have time to look at Instagram, but you don't find the time to read the Bible." I felt a tinge of guilt, but I was so exhausted despite the fact that it was only 8 o'clock and I had plenty of time to spend time with God, but instead, I said a quick prayer, tried to justify to myself and God why I'd read the Bible later... and went to bed.
About an hour later...and I was awoken by a strange sound. Initially I thought it was my alarm clock...like maybe it was set to a static station. But, it wasn't. So then I thought maybe Matt came in and set off the alarm...but that wasn't the case either...I got up to follow the sound and it was coming from my bathroom.
I stood in front of my sink for a few seconds in complete bewilderment. My hairdryer was on full blast. Somehow the switch had flipped to high speed. The odd thing about that was that my hairdryer hadn't been turned on in four days, and there was nothing near that switch that could have possibly flipped it. I quickly turned off the hair dryer and thought the whole thing to be strange. I mean...seriously...how does a hairdryer turn on by itself?
Typically when I'm jolted from my sleep, I feel like God is reminding me to pray for someone. But, I hadn't seen a dream, and I didn't know who God wanted me to pray for. My initial thought was to call Matt to tell him what happened...so I unlocked my phone and a reminder popped up. It was a reminder I had never seen before...It said, "People who read the Bible for 5 minutes every day have blessed lives."
I sort of sat there for a minute...like "what. the." ...and then I snapped out of it and quickly read a few chapters in my Bible and prayed for every single person I could possible think of.
Now, I'm quite sure that practical people who read this post are thinking that there is some sort of explanation for everything. And trust me, I consider myself practical person...But there is absolutely no explanation I can give you as to why my hairdryer turned on by itself because I've had it for several years, and it has never done that before...and I've had the Bible app on my phone since the first day I bought my phone a year ago...and never had I ever received a reminder from it before...nor have I since.
I often think that God doesn't talk to me because I don't hear an audible voice. But it was God who reminded me that I made time for Instagram, but not his word...however, I just decided to blow His reminder off...because I didn't recognize His voice. So, like he had to turn the heat up on Moses with the burning bush to get his attention...He had to turn the heat up on me as well...by turning on my hairdryer and leaving me a little reminder on my cell phone. All I know is that I'm so glad that He sees me worthy to remind me of things that He's reminded me of over and over and over again.
I think it's important to share these little tidbits of wisdom that God shares with me...so, let me leave you with the imporant message that He was so gracious to remind me of...."PEOPLE WHO READ THE BIBLE FOR 5 MINUTES EVERY DAY HAVE BLESSED LIVES!!!"
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
I don't know Benji personally, but I'm hoping he won't quit his dream of being a musician. I know he's invested a lot of years into it, and sometimes it seems like you've only got one shot to make it happen. But, I don't really believe that...I think that he has a talent that no one can take from him...and I'd like to think he would keep trying...
Most Indian kids...especially Malayalee kids...don't pursue "out-of-the-box" careers...They don't typically have a lot of guidance or a lot of people rooting them on. I have a soft spot for kids like that because I was a kid like that. I will never forget when I sent the first chapter of my book to an agent, who just so happened to be half Indian. She sent a letter back, and ripped me to shreds. She basically told me I was just like every other Indian writer who wrote the "Indian immigrant" story and that I needed to take writing classes...I think it was even more devastating because she was Indian. I wanted to send her a copy of my book after it published...but I decided she was entitled to her opinion, and I was just glad that not everyone agreed with her.
If I could give Benji a piece of advice...or any other person trying to pursue an "out-of-the-box" career...I would say never give up on yourself or your talent. My novel writing professor once told me, "Anyone can write a book, but it takes persistence to publish." It takes persistence to make any dream a reality. Life is full of opportunities...it never comes down to just one shot.
As for Adam, *sigh* I'm sorely disappointed in your lack of good judgement, BUTTTTTT hey, I still love ya, Adam Levine!
Monday, October 15, 2012
Indian Name: Beena
Nick Name: Bueno
Birthday: OCTOBER 15TH!!! I would tell you how old she is, but I'm going to get into enough trouble for writing this post...why make things even worse? I will say...my sister is like a fine wine...she simply gets better with age!
Guilty Pleasure: Days of Our Lives. We started watching the show together years ago. Believe it or not, our Dad got us hooked on it. I quickly kicked the habit when Marlena came back from the dead for the 6th time. But, my sister can't seem to get enough of Bo & Hope and the whole Salem crew.
Favorite Drink: Cherry Seven Up. Her first job was a locally owned drug store called Hyde Drug. In fact, it was my first job too...and the absolute only reason I got the job was because I was Annie's little sister. I digress..She used to bring home a 2 liter of Cherry Seven Up ration it out to me and CCL.
Quirks: She always asks my nephew if he's washed his hands. Now, I understand...sometimes kids need to be reminded of these things. But, the kid is 18...and if he hasn't learned to wash his hands yet...he's never going to. But, I will let that quirk slide because she is a mother and these are the kind of annoying questions a mother asks. However, the one habit I do find challenging to deal with is when we have a conversation about someone or something...and 48 hours later, she picks that conversation back up, yet doesn't clue me in on the fact that she has done so and will say a sentence chalked full of pronouns and no proper nouns to clue me into what the heck we're talking about. For instance...if we're talking about "Hope" on Days of Our Lives on Tuesday...Thursday afternoon she will says something like..."Her eyebrows are shaped so well." And I'm looking around the room for "her" and will ask her who she's talking about...and she'll say "Hope!" Like I should know that our conversation from 48 hours ago never ended.
Talents: Now, my sister seems to think she isn't very talented...See her husband is quite a talented guy...He can sing...he can dance...he can sew. (Yes, I said sew...real men can sew in case you didn't know!) And then...I'm the crafty one in the family...so her talents get overlooked. My sister is an amazing cook! Now, I used to think this back in the day when she made things like tater tot casseroles and apple crisp. But now...she scoffs at those simplistic recipes! Eating at her house is like fine dining at a restaraunt. And she doesn't realize it...but it is truly her talent.
Funniest Memory: When she washed all of my uncle's white shirts with a red sock!
Something that most folks don't know: My sister and I are totally different people...she is very private. She would never talk about her daily life in a blog like I do. But, if she did...you would know that although she is tiny she's as tough as nails...and she has no comprehension of her own strength and resiliance.
So, today...I'm wishing my favorite...and only...big (little) sister a very Happy Birthday!
Friday, October 12, 2012
It was 5:15...quitting time....my friend Mo and I were in the elevator and deep in conversation when the door opened on the next floor and a girl walked in. I'm not the most observant person in the world...so, I kept chattering. When we finally got to the ground floor...our elevator companion got off first, and Mo and I followed her. Mo pointed to her as she walked away...and that's when I saw it....
The rip in the girls back pocket...and the blue and white undies and bare flesh that hung out of it. My eyes widened in disbelief! It wasn't like it was a tiny hole that no one would've seen...it was a cheek hanging out...a butt cheek, that is! We both wondered how the girl went through the day with out NO ONE telling her! And it was quite obvious that she had no freaking clue that her posterior end had come out to say Hello! We wondered how in the world she failed to feel the breeze!
And then we began to ask each other if we handled the situation right. Should we have kindly told her and watched her shrink from shame in front of our eyes? Or did we do the right thing by letting her continue in her own oblivion and let her discover it herself when she inevitably took her pants off and discovered the hole and a "HOLE" lot more!
Neither of us new the girl...so we decided it was best to let her figure out her own shame. But I made Mo vow that if she ever discovered my buttocks hanging out of my pant...or skirt (since that has happened before. Just don't ask.)....that she would tell me and not let me make a fool out of myself. She promised me she would. I'm not sure if I believe her because one day my barette was in my hair in a very jacked up sorta way and my hair had been sticking up all day...I went to the bathroom late afternoon and saw my hair and was mortified. When I questioned her on why she didn't tell me...she said, "I thought you wanted it to look that way" Surely...she wouldn't think that about my butt.
So, anyway, that's how we handled it....What would you do?!?
Thursday, October 11, 2012
And this one's all about the eyes...
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Wow this means I can blog live from anywhere...including the toilet! But don't worry...I like to keep some things private...
So last weekend I had a little situation with my neck. I was minding my own business straightening my hair when I heard three cracks. After that I couldn't turn my head to the right for a week...
Yesterday at work I realized that when I took a bite of breakfast it hurt. Then I realized my left jaw was locked! Now if my lips were locked I would assume it was God's way of helping me have a successful diet...but just one jaw makes life just annoying.
Luckily I was able to get some dental advice from Dr G in MIami...she suggested I massage my jaw, refrain from yawning and not open my mouth too wide to yell or take big bites and stuff.
Soo I treated myself to a relaxing jaw massage (ha!) And I am praying that this will be the key to unlock my jaw! (No pun intended)
I am not sure what is up with these strange ailments. Is this what happens when you get older? Whatever happened to older and wiser? No one ever said older and discombobulated joints!
Monday, October 08, 2012
I wrapped up the night in the most perfect way...snuggled up with my puppy on our favorite spot...the couch!
Friday, October 05, 2012
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Suddenly, I heard the house alarm. You know…the sound that goes off when a door or window opens. My heart stopped…I looked at Mousse and was amazed that her supersonic ears didn’t hear the sound and she didn’t jolt awake. I pre-dialed 911 on my phone as I started monitoring the garage door, back door, front door…everything was locked and shut. Then I stood in front of my two spares rooms…and like gang busters, I burst into each door. (You know, because me busting into the room to face a burglar face to face would somehow help my situation). Luckily…both rooms were empty. I was bewildered. The only door left was my side door to the garage. This would mean I’d have to burst into the garage…and somehow the thought of that was way scarier than bursting into the spare rooms.
I called Matt…who was out of town at the moment…He assured me that the house and every entry was as secured as Ft. Knox…and that if by chance there was an intruder, Mousse would have gone into attack mode by now. In my head I knew he was right…I looked at Mousse who was then awake and following me with a puzzled look on her face. A part of me wanted to be certain and call my neighbors the Mathews to come over and double check the premises for me. But who was I kidding? If we did find someone…I would jump into Merly’s arms and Shines would jump into mine! And it was 2 a.m….they would kill me if the intruder didn’t kill me first. So, I hung up with Matt and sat on the couch and logically thought about the situation.
By now 20 minutes had passed…if someone was in the house, we would have surely bumped into each other by now. Andd…Matt was right…the house is as secure as Ft. Knox. And suddenly a thought came to me…. I rewinded the episode of House Hunters I had been watching. And sure enough…the alarm sound was on the TV! Ooopsie. Needless to say, I fell right to sleep after that!