All this talk lately about being “Green” is just crazy.  Why did it have to become trendy in order for everyone to start being at least a little environmentally conscious?  We all live here, there are finite amounts of everything ranging from corn to water to cows.  In fact, the only thing that seems to be fairly infinite is the ability of the human species to breed and take over more resources.

Nature, by definition, lives in balance with itself.  It understands supply and demand better than Wall Street.  If there is a lot of rain, the antelope are abundant, and then there are more lions until the populations stabilize, or another factor comes in like a grass fire that kills off a lot of food for the antelope, then the lions starve and their population dwindles.  It’s a whole Circle of Life type of thing.  There are only two organisms on Earth that do not really follow this law:  humans and viruses.  Both reproduce out of balance with their surroundings and are willing and capable of destroying their very habitat (and eventually themselves).

Jess and I have always been pretty “green”, because, we respect Mother Nature, and so should you:

A cousin of mine sent this to me and while I’ve heard it before it’s still a good point.

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.
During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.
When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said: “Notice that all the nice looking; expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that you’re drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups… And then you began eyeing each other’s cups.

Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate God has provided us. God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they have. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And enjoy your hot chocolate.

http://www.unityfortworth.org/

Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons because, to them, you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

Jess and I really loved Star Trek:Deep Space Nine. It is dark, the characters are flawed, and of course..there is Garak and his little nuggets of complete wisdom:

Garak: “Why is it no-one ever believes me, even when I’m telling the truth?”

Julian: “Have you ever heard the story of the boy who cried wolf?”

Garak: “No!”

Julian: “It’s a children’s story. A young shepard gets loney while tending his flock. He cries ‘Wolf!’ and the townspeople come rushing to his aid. When they discover there is no wolf, he claims he scared the wolf off, and they congratulate him for his bravery.”

Garak: “What a clever boy!”

Julian: “There’s more. The boy did the same thing the next day, and the day after, and the day after. And on the next day, when a wolf really did come, the townspeople didn’t come. They’d gotten tired of his lying. The wolf ate all the sheep and the little boy.”

Garak: “Isn’t that a bit gruesome for a children’s story?”

Julian: “The moral is that if you lie all the time, people won’t believe you even if you’re telling the truth.”

Garak: “Are you sure that’s the moral?”

Julian: “Of course. What else could it be?”

Garak, leaving: “Never tell the same lie twice.”

There are 24 hours in a day.

There is something about a clean diaper that triggers a pee/poo reflex.

Breast milk is liquid gold.

For those of you that haven’t been to the site Dont Hate Him Girl , you should really go. But only listen to the advice if you are a’ clueless, b’ in such dire need of self-esteem you think it is ok to perform in a scat video, or c’ just divorced for the second time and already oogling the pool boy.

Case in point, here is the quote from the bottom of the front page today:

“Some pray to marry the man they love, my prayer will somewhat vary: I humbly pray to Heaven above that I love the man I marry.
~ by Rose Stokes ~”

Of course, some of us know how this should really read:

“Some pray to marry the man they love, my prayer will somewhat vary: I humbly pray I never say “I do” to anyone other than the one I love, otherwise I pray that I am sterile so as not to add to the already overpopulated planet of at least 300 million morons”.

I lost count on the moron scale on this one. Lets just say we are at 295M and counting…

As I’m sitting here having practice contractions, or Braxton Hicks, this keeps ringing in my head.

Patience: To Wait With Certainty. - The Art of Allowing Life to Carry You.
Wait in the power of knowing what is possible. Do not waver.. remain steady… remain true to your goals and allow life to carry you. That which is worthwhile is sometimes created slowly.

I believe the days of me sleeping all the way through the night are over. If I do not have to get up to use the restroom, some extremity is going numb, I’m burning up, my feet are frozen, my dreams are too vivid, or I cannot get my pillows adjusted comfortably. Last night I kept going to the restroom just for good measure. I didn’t think I actually needed to, but these days I cannot tell, and my hope was rest would follow the expulsion of those few drops. It’s difficult to sleep through the sensations of something moving inside of you. At one point, I was so comfortable lying somewhat on my stomach/side with pillows everywhere, but right as I was drifting off someone clearly had some objections with my positioning and started wiggling around like our little dog does when you are trying to cuddle with him. So I spent the next 15 minutes trying to find a position that was not only comfortable for me, but lil miss too. It will all be over soon.

I noticed this morning that Ryan had all of the covers, so maybe that was the problem. He loves it when I blame things on him. Makes him feel included. ^_^

This being my first pregnancy, I have nothing to compare to, nor do I have any idea what I’m in store for, but I don’t think natural childbirth is going to be that bad. We have yet to attend any training classes, but I’m not sure if I want to. Every time I read an article about childbirth I get a little bit more nervous. I’m afraid a class is going to make matters worse. I’d rather preserve my naivety and optimism. I believe when it comes to childbirth today, it’s more about what the doctor wants than what the mother can do. They schedule births so it doesn’t interrupt their life and push drugs under the pretense of elevating discomfort.

Again, this helps keep a schedule. Maybe once our little one arrives I’ll have a rebuttal for my own remarks.