Everyone knows I have a sweet tooth, it's obvious from my nickname, my love of baking, and baked goods. To get more to the point though on Sunday I saw a commercial for Milano cookies, I love Milano cookies and haven't had them in a while so of course a craving ensued. I jumped into the car with a friend and headed to the store to grab cookies and some beer of course. Outside of the store those sweet innocent girl scouts were advertising the last day to buy girl scout cookies. These girls seem like angels but in reality they're sirens singing their sweet song of cookies and luring you to your destruction. Their song was completely effective and I fell to my sugary death buying 6 boxes of Samoans. Then we continued our trek into the store where I bought three bags of Milanos. This wouldn't be a big deal if I possessed an ounce of self control, unfortunately when it comes to cookies I don't. Here comes the kicker, I later drove to my house and ate almost a whole bag of milanos without even realizing I was eating them, I had no idea until boyfriend pointed out the empty bag later that day. So this leads to my question, do I constantly munch on cookies because I have to have something in my mouth, because I'm high (haha...my mom suggested this, it's completely fictional), or because I have a cookie/sugar addiction?
I'm on the downhill side of the second day of my cookie free week challenge and it's not going so well. I was grouchy and shaky yesterday until I had some frozen yogurt. Today I've gotten over the shaky feeling but still feel somewhat grouchy and unmotivated. Overall I am not happy about my lack of sweets, but I guess I will appreciate the supposed health benefits of it.
Anyway, I will be updating on whether or not the cookie free week has succeeded or not and how my mood deals with the loss of sugar.
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Why does "A Christmas Carol" even exist?
I'm currently watching Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" wondering as I do so how the story works. We're all familiar with the story: Scrooge is a grouchy old man with no love for his fellow men, Bob Cratchit is his hard working assistant, there's Tiny Tim and Jacob Marley, but my question deals more with Fred, his nephew and a little with Bob.
Neither Fred nor Bob knows the backstory of Scrooge. Neither knows about the horrible family, the father that didn't love him, the loss of his true love. Yet both continually wish him Merry Christmas, neither abandon him because of his shortcomings.
They are tried and tested to the limits of their sanity I'm sure. Scrooge refuses to acknowledge his good natured, yet poor nephew even though the nephew asks nothing of him.
Bob continues to work for Scrooge even though his boss cares nothing about his sick son, or the level of poverty his employee is forced to live in because of his stinginess and greed.
Why do they not abandon Scrooge? Why do they not turn away from him? He is after all, a horrible old man that seems unlovable. He doesn't learn from the people around him, he doesn't listen to their helpful advice and explanations. He cares nothing about them and refuses to help himself even though he could. He even seems to turn down the help of Jacob Marley, and we can assume he was the same type of man to Marley as he is to everyone else.
I believe I've come to know the answer to this question. They love him, even with all of shortcomings and vices. They love him and accept him as he is even though they wish he were different.
Why is this important to understanding the story? Because if they had not loved him, if they had left him after one too many blow ups and mistakes he would have learned nothing. Jacob Marley cared for him and came back to save him from his own mistakes. His family and friends love for him even though he was horrible saved him and is what changed him.
Even after a questioning of faith, even after a loss of faith I can still see the parallel between this story and that of Jesus.
Jesus we all know was persecuted unjustly, he gave those around him chances to repent, he warned his apostles of what would happen. Yet no one listened or believed. Even after all this he sacrificed himself to save them. Because of love.
This quality of love I speak of, if real, cannot be affected by loved ones mistakes and mess ups. While some people can push us to our limits and infuriate us with their mistakes and shortcomings, there is always the quality of love to save them. We love people not because they are perfect but because they are imperfect. We love because we recognize our own imperfections and know that if we can find someone that completes us those imperfections no longer matter. We love because we can, just as Fred and Bob loved not because Scrooge loved them but because they truly loved the old man.
I feel as if I could write on this topic all night, but I've rambled long enough.
Neither Fred nor Bob knows the backstory of Scrooge. Neither knows about the horrible family, the father that didn't love him, the loss of his true love. Yet both continually wish him Merry Christmas, neither abandon him because of his shortcomings.
They are tried and tested to the limits of their sanity I'm sure. Scrooge refuses to acknowledge his good natured, yet poor nephew even though the nephew asks nothing of him.
Bob continues to work for Scrooge even though his boss cares nothing about his sick son, or the level of poverty his employee is forced to live in because of his stinginess and greed.
Why do they not abandon Scrooge? Why do they not turn away from him? He is after all, a horrible old man that seems unlovable. He doesn't learn from the people around him, he doesn't listen to their helpful advice and explanations. He cares nothing about them and refuses to help himself even though he could. He even seems to turn down the help of Jacob Marley, and we can assume he was the same type of man to Marley as he is to everyone else.
I believe I've come to know the answer to this question. They love him, even with all of shortcomings and vices. They love him and accept him as he is even though they wish he were different.
Why is this important to understanding the story? Because if they had not loved him, if they had left him after one too many blow ups and mistakes he would have learned nothing. Jacob Marley cared for him and came back to save him from his own mistakes. His family and friends love for him even though he was horrible saved him and is what changed him.
Even after a questioning of faith, even after a loss of faith I can still see the parallel between this story and that of Jesus.
Jesus we all know was persecuted unjustly, he gave those around him chances to repent, he warned his apostles of what would happen. Yet no one listened or believed. Even after all this he sacrificed himself to save them. Because of love.
This quality of love I speak of, if real, cannot be affected by loved ones mistakes and mess ups. While some people can push us to our limits and infuriate us with their mistakes and shortcomings, there is always the quality of love to save them. We love people not because they are perfect but because they are imperfect. We love because we recognize our own imperfections and know that if we can find someone that completes us those imperfections no longer matter. We love because we can, just as Fred and Bob loved not because Scrooge loved them but because they truly loved the old man.
I feel as if I could write on this topic all night, but I've rambled long enough.
Friday, December 4, 2009
An Appearance Meltdown
Today was probably one of the worst lazy days of my life.
I woke up at noon, put on windpants, the C-2 crush pary shirt I slept in and my chewed on Ariat boots. Without looking in the mirror once, I swept my hair up into a tiny sumo-wrestler pony tail and rushed out to the waiting truck for class.
Maybe the odd looks on the way into Zachry should've given it away, but no, I singlemindly sauntered into class and participated in the day's discussion.
It wasn't until I finally walked by a window on my way to Starbucks that I realized I looked like a hobo, and not in a good way at all. So after grabbing my coffee I decided it was time for a change. I was not doing myself justice by dressing to this standard. I'm sure my long-suffering boyfriend would agree, I'm just too lazy and complacent to actually get ready and look presentable for the day ahead.
Well no longer are the t-shirts and jeans acceptable as everyday attire, perhaps every once and a while of course, but from now on a new Muffin will emerge from my front each morning, one that is dressed appropriately to a senior in college with dreams of law school.
I woke up at noon, put on windpants, the C-2 crush pary shirt I slept in and my chewed on Ariat boots. Without looking in the mirror once, I swept my hair up into a tiny sumo-wrestler pony tail and rushed out to the waiting truck for class.
Maybe the odd looks on the way into Zachry should've given it away, but no, I singlemindly sauntered into class and participated in the day's discussion.
It wasn't until I finally walked by a window on my way to Starbucks that I realized I looked like a hobo, and not in a good way at all. So after grabbing my coffee I decided it was time for a change. I was not doing myself justice by dressing to this standard. I'm sure my long-suffering boyfriend would agree, I'm just too lazy and complacent to actually get ready and look presentable for the day ahead.
Well no longer are the t-shirts and jeans acceptable as everyday attire, perhaps every once and a while of course, but from now on a new Muffin will emerge from my front each morning, one that is dressed appropriately to a senior in college with dreams of law school.
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