Javier Bardem and Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Am I the only one who thinks so?
Horton Hears a Fetus
Yesterday on "Oprah," the cast of the new animated feature "Horton Hears a Who" came on to discuss the new film. The episode was pleasant, but what I kept thinking about was the first time I heard the Dr. Seuss classic.
If you're not familiar, it's about an amiable elephant who happens to hear the tiny cry of a microscopic "Who" in a spec of dust. Whoville, we learn, is in trouble and Horton takes on the role of protector. Of course his fellow jungle mates question the Whos' existence. "“Why, that speck is as small as the head of a pin. A person on that?…why, there never has been!”
But Horton believes and stays true to his post, and eventually he's exonerated when all the Whos join their voices to be heard at last by a skeptical kangaroo. There's this beautiful mantra repeated throughout:
"I’ll just have to save him. Because, after all, a person’s a person, no matter how small ...
"I can’t put it down. And I won’t! After all, a person’s a person, o matter how small”
The tiny little hearts that beat inside their mothers' wombs are clear and strong as a tympani drum if you're listening well. I know because I have one such heart beating in my own belly. Yes, I am going to be (really already am) a mother for the first time. I have begun my second trimester and couldn't hold the news in any longer for fear of bursting ... and because it's difficult to want to blog about anything else! I am overwhelmed with hope and joy for the future of my family, and can't wait to meet the little soul whose personality is already so vibrant and unique.
I went in for an ultrasound four weeks after conception -- four weeks -- and heard my child's heart beating. No "mass of cells" I've heard of can do that. I never realized you could hear a heartbeat that early, but you learn something new every day. And like Horton, if we don't take the time to really listen, we'll dismiss some of the most vital signs of life. I know that beating heart is in a person, afterall -- a person's a person no matter how small.
The sweetest sound
The sound of a thousand pens hitting paper and a thousand more fingers typing on cold keyboards. Ah, television -- I've missed you so...
Thought of the day
Does grape juice make you feel guilty?
Enjoying a refreshing glass of grape juice makes me feel like I raided the Communion table at church and am gluttonously feasting on the elements.
Tag -- I'm it
Posh Mama tagged me to write six random things about myself, so here we go...
1. If I could get paid to study Biblical apologetics, I would do it.
2. I majored in journalism and minored in political science.
3. From the moment we started dating, I had no doubt Superman and I would marry.
4. People who can't carry on a proper conversation tend to drive me crazy.
5. Almost any footage of someone tripping or falling over cracks me up.
6. I love that I have lots of Scottish and Irish blood running through my veins.
1. If I could get paid to study Biblical apologetics, I would do it.
2. I majored in journalism and minored in political science.
3. From the moment we started dating, I had no doubt Superman and I would marry.
4. People who can't carry on a proper conversation tend to drive me crazy.
5. Almost any footage of someone tripping or falling over cracks me up.
6. I love that I have lots of Scottish and Irish blood running through my veins.
Happy Super Fat Bionic Tuesday!
Well when you say it like that, it sounds like some sort of superfluous event translated crudely from another language, when it's actually about three separate things.
"Super" because some folks whose votes really count get to cast their primary ballots today. I am not among them.
"Fat" because it's the day before Ash Wednesday...but I guess if you're overweight, pretty much every Tuesday is fat.
"Bionic" because today my mother is getting her second knee replaced. She, if anyone, deserves a nonfictional "Bionic Woman" title. The metal and screws in her lower limbs could set off a metal detector 3 miles away. We love you, Mom! Good luck :)
Is anyone else feeling uninspired or just plain tired in this pre-general election election? Months ago I hungrily followed it like the NFL season. Now I find myself knowing far more about tactics and polls than I do about candidates' actual positions. That's like knowing what sort of padding or sock color a football player likes best, but not knowing how he plays the game. Type "voter guide" into a search engine and see the mess that comes up.
And I have no clue who I'd vote for at this point.
On this fine, Super Fat Bionic Tuesday, I also find myself looking forward to Thursday night, when again I can join my friends on "LOST" Island. I can't believe there are only eight to watch, but I'm trying to see the silver lining and think of it as at least a great way to curb my football season withdrawals.
"Super" because some folks whose votes really count get to cast their primary ballots today. I am not among them.
"Fat" because it's the day before Ash Wednesday...but I guess if you're overweight, pretty much every Tuesday is fat.
"Bionic" because today my mother is getting her second knee replaced. She, if anyone, deserves a nonfictional "Bionic Woman" title. The metal and screws in her lower limbs could set off a metal detector 3 miles away. We love you, Mom! Good luck :)
Is anyone else feeling uninspired or just plain tired in this pre-general election election? Months ago I hungrily followed it like the NFL season. Now I find myself knowing far more about tactics and polls than I do about candidates' actual positions. That's like knowing what sort of padding or sock color a football player likes best, but not knowing how he plays the game. Type "voter guide" into a search engine and see the mess that comes up.
And I have no clue who I'd vote for at this point.
On this fine, Super Fat Bionic Tuesday, I also find myself looking forward to Thursday night, when again I can join my friends on "LOST" Island. I can't believe there are only eight to watch, but I'm trying to see the silver lining and think of it as at least a great way to curb my football season withdrawals.
Funny bone
You know how every once in awhile, something little will strike you as funny and you can't help but grin? Here's a couple from the last week or so.
Labeling babies' and toddlers' clothing by months makes sense...most of the time. At the store last week I happened on a "baby's first Christmas" jumper. The size was 24 months. Hmmmmm. Riddle me that!
Then the other night, as our heater came on for the bajillionth time this winter, I was finally able to identify the sound it initially makes. The loud popping/puffing sound (which prompts my brother to ask "Is that the Lord"?) is none other than a flame spurt warning from the Fire Swamp.
Labeling babies' and toddlers' clothing by months makes sense...most of the time. At the store last week I happened on a "baby's first Christmas" jumper. The size was 24 months. Hmmmmm. Riddle me that!
Then the other night, as our heater came on for the bajillionth time this winter, I was finally able to identify the sound it initially makes. The loud popping/puffing sound (which prompts my brother to ask "Is that the Lord"?) is none other than a flame spurt warning from the Fire Swamp.
Premature parting
I've only seen a couple of Heath Ledger's films, so I wouldn't call myself a fan. But back in the day, I fell in love with "10 Things I Hate About You," like a lot of young people. Did you ever see it? Pretty good teen fare. At any rate, Heath was great in it just as he was in many movies, I suspect.
Good cop, bad cop...or vice-versa
CNN.com ran this photo on their politics blog today under the headline, "Clintons play 'good cop/bad cop' on campaign trail." It just struck me funny, and pretty perfectly captures the powerhouse tag-team's antics of late. Will it work? I guess we'll see...
Making a dent for good
If you need to search the Internet, search here
If you need a bottle of water, buy this one
If you like playing word games, here's a challenge for ya
If you need a new wardrobe, try this on for size
Fortunately, in this day and age, one needn't look far for ways kill two birds with one stone -- it is easier and easier for us to make a difference while we provide for our daily needs and desires. I've given just four examples, but there are countless others.
So what's your favorite way to do good without really even trying? Do tell!
If you need a bottle of water, buy this one
If you like playing word games, here's a challenge for ya
If you need a new wardrobe, try this on for size
Fortunately, in this day and age, one needn't look far for ways kill two birds with one stone -- it is easier and easier for us to make a difference while we provide for our daily needs and desires. I've given just four examples, but there are countless others.
So what's your favorite way to do good without really even trying? Do tell!
Don't lift a finger
Since I've been married, I have really gotten into NFL football. For the first time in my life I truly enjoy watching games in their entirety. Naturally, my husband sees this as a big plus -- he can watch as many as three games on a Sunday and I won't protest a bit because it's just as much fun for me. I actually owe the enjoyment to him in the first place because he patiently waded through throngs of pesky (and often repetitive) questions over the past couple years, and thanks to him I understand the game.
There inevitably comes a point in every game, however, where he must wish I was off loll-y-gagging like in the old days. It happens toward the end of said game, usually when a timeout is called. Water boys/men trudge out with their bottles and proceed to pour water down players' throats as I recite my version of the verbal exchange...
Player: (huff & puff) "I'm so tired. Can you just lift the bottle up to my face?"
Water boy: "OK, little guy, open your mouth."
Player: "Ya, can you squeeze the bottle for me so the water goes right in?"
Water boy: "Sure thing."
Player: "That's it. Oh, are you a life saver! If I have to lift my arm in a drinking motion one more time..."
Really? 300-pound men are falling on your body while you grab at their jerseys with all your might, but drinking out of a water bottle -- that's just too much? Well, then, it's sure a good thing your career doesn't depend on being strong and agile.
avoider, bum, deadbeat, goldbrick, goof-off, idler, loafer, quitter, slouch
According to an online thesaurus, these are synonyms for "slacker." No word yet on why "Lois E. Lane" did not appear on the list. My sincerest apologies as once again my true colors (those of a wannabe blogger) show plainly.
I will return soon!
In the meantime, here is a pretty picture to fill space. Ahhh, Scotland the Brave.
Blessings on your weekend!
For Auld Lang Signe
"New Year's Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual."
(Mark Twain)
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.
(Edith Lovejoy Pierce)
(Mark Twain)
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.
(Edith Lovejoy Pierce)
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