Easter Holiday

Today was one of the better family holidays I have had in a very, very, very long time. People were connecting, the food was good and all around there was a sense of community. My day started out quite unexpectedly dashing. You see, a gentleman I have been seeing posted a dating application on his Facebook page. It seemed like a deliberate rub. So, I did the only sensible thing. I made a Starbucks run for my sister and Brother in law. Once I got to my sister's home, I played with my sweet adorable do-no-wrong niece. We put on her pink coat, her pink booties and her pink hat and went for a walk in the rain. We found several mud puddles and jumped into them at least 5 times each.

Later, we all congregated at my parent's home. It was just perfect. My dad said grace and thanked the lord for the time he has had on earth. My nephew thanked the lord for Easter candy. I thanked the lord for my stubborn heart which I have gotten so good at protecting and also thanked the lord for giving my dad more days in the sun. My uncle Jonathan is an atheist so he wasn't thankful for anything.

Then came the wonderful conversations about atheism, theism, deism, Alexander the Great and Pornography. Just the way an Everett holiday should be. Oh, and we cracked open some potentially amazing but failed to be French wine year 1983. Absolute rubbish. My mom fed Max, the dog, deviled eggs under the table. Ah, bliss. My bliss. Everyone arguing, laughing and being a little nuts.

Thank God for my family.
xoxo,
Worldgirl

Pain

I miss writing in my blog. Will do so more often, I think. I have been so occupied with life and facebook. What a traitor am I.

Vignettes

Two Ton Tony Tomatillo is having dental work. I don't have children and I don't have a cavity, yet I will be spending $500.00 for a cleaning and extraction on my flabby tabby. I told him to floss!!! Bad kitty! :)

This weekend, I visited my folks in Olympia. I was wearing a tank top because it was hot. My little two year old niece, Regan, came up to me and pointed to my breasts and said "BOOBS!!!" Yes, I said, those are my boobs. Then she said it again: "Boobs". Again: "Boobs". I said, "look at the kitty cat! Look at the toy mousie on the floor". "Kitty cat, mousie, boobs." At this point, I said, "Yes, these are my boobs and considering where your genetic make up comes from, you'll have a pair of your own someday." She replied, "Boobs".

My friend Marcella's boyfriend returned from Afghanistan with a mangled leg. He is vacillating between keeping it and staying in pain, or loosing it and getting a state of the art prosthetic limb. He is 25 years old. My father is 67 and with a paralyzed leg with the sympathetic nerve system still in tact so he's in constant agony and he is considering loosing his leg. They are not my legs, yet I am so sure I want them both to let go of their limbs to gain freedom. How can I be so sure?

I just finished reading "Reading Lolita in Tehran". It is currently my favorite book. More on this in a different post.

James, I haven't forgotten our debate. I have been fighting a cold. A real disgusting, phlegmy cold.

World Girl

More on Creation

In response to comments: (James, you've already read this.)

I can see your point of view, and I still believe that even if we don't tell ourselves, "I choose this" We are still choosing it. There's so much more self-realization and power in claiming who we are being, rather than be a victim of circumstances.

There's way more power for me in choosing that I had my relationship with my ex, than saying, "he did this and that to me". My ex was being who he is, and I happened to choose to interact with him. I was speaking with a friend of mine about this relationship, and I said, "Deep down, my gut and my intellect knew (said person) wasn't what he put forward." She said, "I bet you didn't even have to go 'deep down'." To this I say she is right. And yet, I still chose it. And I learned so much from that experience, so much that I didn't know before about myself and about life and what love is.

Everyday I choose to go into work and do my best, because I said so. Not because I must do so. Not because someone is making me, not because I am going along with the flow. I'm here, because I want to be.

I believe in a higher power, or a creator, but I am not convinced this creator is busily holding the strings of all our human lives. We show up in this world as we do, and it is up to us to accept what we are and then create who we're going to be in our life time.

So, life is meaningless, until I create meaning.

Remember that scene in 'The Life of Brian' and a horde of people are trying to deify Brian? He touches a gourd, and the woman next to him takes the gourd and says 'the holy gourd'. She made it all up. She gave meaning to the gourd. The gourd itself, is just a gourd. Outside of its physical parameters, there is nothing to suggest it has high spiritual powers. See? We do that every day. We give meaning to our lives and the gourds that are in it.

Cheers,
World Girl

The Meaning of Life

The first time I watched "The Life of Brian" I laughed sooooooo hard! I was watching it in England with a group of people who had seen it at least 10 times each. They were all laughing, too. Mainly, they were laughing at me, laughing. It was a great evening. I mean, they saw it anew through my eyes. :) I was struck how that movie points out how easily we create meaning for ourselves in contrast to what something could mean.

When I said "life is meaningless" I meant life only has meaning if we choose to give it meaning. Like when we choose to get up and go to work. Either it has meaning for us, or it doesn't. In fact, most people only go to work to pay bills, not to have fun and create the day into something cool. Most do not follow their hearts and life's meaning is to work to live. I mean, this isn't revolutionary stuff, it's just the way I see it. My life is created every day through my choices. Until I act as a creator, there is no meaning to it, until I bring the meaning.

Does this make sense? So, my dear lovely readers (and I mean that) I am not depressed. Simply looking at each day and saying to myself, "OK, what do I want to create today?"

On Sunday, I could have stayed home and cleaned my apartment more, but to me the meaning of life is spending as much time with those I love as possible. I had an opportunity to spend a day watching a game I initially did not care about with two people I love very much. See? The game wasn't the point, the people were.

Hope this clears things up. :)
Love,
World Girl

PS. I would miss you, too, James if you were gone. And Kevin, you see life the way you do; it does not rub off on me. :) Sorry. I'll keep reading your blog and shaking my head, but I won't get depressed. :)

Gorgeous Sunday

I woke up this morning at 8:30am and cleaned my WHOLE apartment in 2 1/2 hours! Seriously, it had been hit over the head with the ugly stick several times, so this is actually an act of sheer will. Then, I went to the Mariners game with my Uncle Paul and my father. The game was awesome; it included many plays that are rarely used and the Mariners won! Then we had dinner at the Wild Ginger, where you never regret spending over $100 on food. So good. Now, I am sitting in my clean apartment, listening to the thunder roll in thinking how glad I am to have meaning in my life. Don't get me wrong, there is no meaning or point to life. It is simply what we decide it will be. Now, I am waiting for the rain to start splattering the ground. I will go out and dance in the storm. And although , life is meaningless, I will refrain from standing under trees or grabbing onto metal.

Over and Out!
World Girl

Powerful Quote - one of the best I've ever heard.

"For it is often the way we look at other people that imprisons them within their own narrowest allegiances. And it is also the way we look at them that may set them free."

Amin Maloof