Lazy Sunday Wisdom with Calvin and Hobbes

Kid’s say the darnedest things.

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Calvin is no exception. Knowing my personality and that of my other half, we are seriously in for it when we have kids; then again, what parents don’t feel that way? Calvin chooses to imitate his father in such an amazing way; he doesn’t choose to complain about cleaning his room or doing chores, but rather he goes on about  building character. I’m sure that years from now, were Calvin a real lad, he would be able to appreciate the tasks his father made him complete. Building character isn’t easy, but it’s something you’ve got to (sometimes) force your kids to do.

Looking back on my childhood really makes me grateful for my father. He always chose to put my brother and I first. He always had our best interests at heart, even if it didn’t always feel like it. As a child and then a teen, we butted heads constantly. He’s definitely the guy I get my hardheadedness from, but he’s also the one I look up to most. He’s the person I most want to be like when it comes to both parenting and life. He’s strong and has always been the kind of parent that I feel beyond grateful to have been blessed with.

My dad has countless stories of me from when I was a sassy child. Come on over, he’ll talk your ear off about both my brother and I; I was the spunky and hardheaded one. My little brother was much less confrontational with my parents back then and we’re both pretty much the same way. I’m still sassy and outspoken and he’s the quiet one. While my dad has plenty of stories to laugh at about the two of us; back in the day, it was no laughing matter. When I sassily told my dad that he didn’t come with an instruction manual so I just didn’t know how to deal with him, I know he fought back the laughter; just like when I was forced to write sentences for talking back and I drew one line from the top of the page to the bottom for every I, L, and T in the sentence “I will not talk back.” He let me off the hook for that one, because he thought it was so clever. He’s told me that he had no doubt I was his kid  and that he would have his hands full when I came to him with that page.  When it come to your kids, sometimes it’s hard to hold in the laughter, even when you should.

Although I don’t have any children of my own, babysitting has definitely given me a bit of an idea as to how sassy children can be. Goodness, it’s so hard to not laugh at them when they’re being little sassy sasquatches. I guess that can be a big struggle as a parent; your kids do something hysterical and you’ve got to try to keep your composure to not encourage their  little sassy episodes, even if you secretly love them.

Calvin’s parents sum up most parents; you want to be mad, but you can’t help but to laugh the moment you get a moment to yourself. All in all, we want to raise children to be productive members in society. It’s our responsibility to give them the tools they need to figure out this thing called life and it’s not an easy thing to do, but I’m sure it’s rewarding. Teach those little babes well.

-LP

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Things I Learned This Week 1.0

We have a brand new segment to add to this snazzy little blog here. Each Friday I’m going to write up a little list and tell you fine folks what I’ve learned this week so keep an eye out!

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Here’s this week!

  1. I learned how to count to 10 in Finnish. I’ve been toying with the idea of learning Finnish for some time now and I’ve finally decided to just do it. I’ve been studying the same flashcards all week because I want to have these words down pat. Ask me how you say 4, I dare ya! Edited to add: my guy thinks I sound more Japanese than Finnish when I try to pronounce Finnish words… I’ll get there eventually.
  2. I learned that sometimes it’s best to cut some friends off. Sure, I might have been friends with him for about 4 years, but if the second he realizes you’re no longer married, the entirety of the friendship changes, drop that bad boy. It is what it is and I’m better off for it. I think it’s unsafe to have friends that want to be more than that, especially when you’re involved with someone else and you’ve spelled that out for them.
  3. I learned that even the smallest creatures can fill your heart with happiness and that you don’t need to know them very long before they’ve nestled into your heart. I met a little kitten named Sweet Pea; she lived for 3 weeks and came to us early Tuesday morning in the midst of failure. Her owner relinquished her to us because she didn’t want to pay for care, so I instantly told her I would take her. We nursed her for a few hours and prayed that she would make it. I spent 5 hours with her and she passed quickly and suddenly. My heart hurts.
  4. While I can work basically anywhere, I get the best writing done in a noisy place with a pen and pad of paper. I’ve deduced that, if I’m having a hard time writing or I’m feeling stuck, I need a change of scenery and to actually physically write to get the words flowing.
  1. Being apart from someone you love is hard and some days all you want are some snuggs.

The more you know!

-LP

I Crave the Breeze

I’ve noticed as we grow, we try to tame the wild parts of ourselves.

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I realized this fact, yet again, as I was looking at myself in the mirror this morning, running my fingers through the halo of messy brown hair framing my bare face. At 15, I let the curls do their thing, but now I wake up early to smooth them into a more respectable form; I spend 10 minutes applying makeup to this face in order to “accentuate my features.” I spend a majority of my morning trying to transform into a version of myself that I’ve somehow grown into.

Why is it that as we age we feel the need to be tame? Is that just me? Surely, I cannot be the only one who feels like I’ve let go the colorful and crazy pieces of themselves. I was so eager to grow up; I wanted to have the freedom that came along with adulthood, but I didn’t realize how much would change and how quickly. I can’t stay up on the phone until 6 am and roll out of bed at 7 for work without looking and feeling like a zombie. It’s no longer “appropriate” to wear bright blue nail polish and 5 friendship bracelets on one wrist. I can’t even remember the last time I spent an entire day dancing around and eating chips by the handful without a care in the world. When did I last run for fun and not exercise? When’s the last time I spent the entire day in bed with a book and didn’t feel guilty about it? I still remember illegally piercing my cartilage at 15 and hiding it from my mother; over a year ago, I removed that little token of defiance. I think it’s time to put it back in.

But, now I actually separate my wash into lights and darks. I know how to properly iron a pair of trousers and tie the perfect Windsor knot (thanks dad!). I have to file taxes and pay bills. I realize how expensive gas is and why people complain about utilities; I can hold my own in debates about politics, religion, and culture, but truth is, I still know more about Harry Potter than I’d like to admit. I still toy with the idea of painting my toenails blue and when I’m feeling extra saucy I wear an anklet in the summer. Crazy, I know. I just wish I had realized how quickly life goes by; my dad always said that once you leave high school, time flies by. I always laughed at the thought, but as I walked across the stage at my high school commencements, I realized that I was closing another chapter and moving to the next.

On thanksgiving morning, I looked at myself in the mirror before walking out the door. I turned my head from left to right, pushed a strand of perfectly straightened, short, brown hair behind my ear, and looked into my spectacle framed eyes. I sighed when I realized that I’m no longer seventeen. Now let me explain; I don’t feel old, but I just caught a glimpse at myself and I look so different. I have faint wrinkles around my eyes when I smile and I wear diamond studs, glasses, and I do my hair and makeup each day. I don’t recognize myself. When I think about what I look like, I still imagine myself at seventeen. I still imagine the long wavy brown hair and the young, innocent chocolate eyes I once had. I don’t know when life morphed into this entirely new chapter, but the page turned so quickly, I must not have had the chance to notice this time.

-LP

Welcome Home

I dream of the simple life.

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When you ask someone about their dream home, generally they’ll tell you how many bedrooms and bathrooms they want. They’ll tell you how they want their bathroom to be dripping with marble; they want walk in closets and cathedral ceilings. Now this isn’t true of everyone, but so many focus on the structure of the home instead of what you feel upon entering. Ask my mother, she could go on for hours about the number of bedrooms and every little design aspect.

Don’t get me wrong, I have some aesthetics in mind; I want a fireplace to curl up in front of in the living room and a window over the kitchen sink to peek out of while the children play outside. I have plenty of little desires when it comes to our home. I’ve always dreamed of a lush peony bush on the side of our cozy home and a front porch to sit on after the sun has gone down. I’ve got those plans, you know, the ones that you’ve secretly been storing away for “someday.” Plans that make your heart smile and you hope are more than wishes; maybe, just maybe, they are premonitions. At least I hope so.

It’s essential to create a home and not simply live in a house. Create a safe haven. Make your home somewhere you want to spend your days in. If you love paintings, hang them. If you can’t spend a single day without listening to music, play it loudly and dance around to it. Do what makes you happy and make your house into a home for yourself. Believe me, we will have Motown playing on Sundays; we’ll have pictures on the wall and fluffy rugs on the floor. You’ll be able to look around and see that the place you just entered is more than someone’s house; it’s a home.

I want that little home; I want it to be filled with love and happiness. I want to decorate the walls with pictures of the happy family that resides within and cover the fridge with drawings that flowed from precious little hands and notes from the one I love. There will undeniably be stacks of books on the coffee table and piles of blankets in little wooden baskets by the sofa we snuggle on. I long to have the kind of home that shows a family lives there. I wish for it to be filled with smiles that broke into laughter, hugs, and bedtime stories. I want soft moments to be a daily experience and for disagreements to be things that bring us together instead of tear us apart. Sure, maybe it’s childish to have these dreams, but I promise you, I’m not walking through life with my eyes closed.

I know life will be hard and days won’t always be as sunny and cheerful as I’d like. I can accept that, but I’ve always had a bit of a childlike side to myself, so I’m going to walk into the future with these dreams and pray they become reality. I’ll get that peony bush one day, I swear.

-LP

Words for the Heart

I’ve always been a wordy person, but Rudy puts me at a loss for words.

Rudy Francisco is the kind of guy that writes poetry in a way that hits you right in the heart. I’m not trying to generalize all people, but I think it’s safe to say that everyone dreams of someone loving them in such a way that there’s a poem like this out there for them; I know I do.

He’s quite the masterful poet:

When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days

Wow. Just wow. If you still haven’t listened to the poem, please go do it. Then check out Scars/To the New Boyfriend, it’s another amazing poem. I can’t praise this wordsmith enough.

-LP

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Lazy Sunday Wisdom with Calvin and Hobbes

Today’s analysis is going to be short and sweet.

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Calvin is basically my spirit animal; I completely understand where he is coming from. We don’t always want to learn the necessary tools needed for life, but we can all agree that, more often than not, they’re essential. They boyf and I were talking about some of the necessary tools we have to acquire to actually excel both in life and in our careers/hobbies. As a musical fella, he had to take a step back and learn music theory; I had to realize that editing is necessary. We had to let go of the notion that creating is meant to be a romantic affair; in reality, writing is a massive amount of hard work which consists of vomiting words onto a page and editing them into something of substance and creating music isn’t much different.

Calvin’s dad is that voice of reason we all need; we have to learn certain tools in order to become anything. We could have continued creating with a childlike obliviousness, thinking that we don’t need to refine our skills or attempt to do better. We could have pulled a Calvin and chosen to pretend that being creative means brilliance just flows from you and that we shouldn’t have to try; that skills are unnecessary, but it would have been a huge disservice to ourselves. So, even if you don’t think you need to learn a skill, odds are, you probably do, so just accept it.

Until next time.

-LP

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An Open Letter to My Future Self:

Hey there stranger,

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I’m writing you because I want you to remember that, once upon a time, you felt confused. I want you to look around your life right now and realize how truly blessed you are. Look in the eyes of those you love today and understand what it took for you to get to this moment. I want you to take in every single second of today and be thankful for it. Remember that not so long ago, you were this 23 year-old girl who diligently grasped at your dreams and decided to be fearless. This girl, the one that you see when you look in old photographs; she is the reason you are surrounded by love and joy.

I want you to remember every scary moment you’ve faced, even the ones that I don’t realize I’m talking about yet. Wrap your arms around yourself and give yourself a hug; believe me, we both need it. You need to thank the girl that got you to where you are and I need that damn hug. I need to be told that even when frightening situations come my way, we’ll make it through. I need to know that all of these major life decisions that I’m making are not in vain. I know that you already know that; you may have known for quite some time, but on this side of time, I still feel a bit overwhelmed.

If you’re not writing or living life like you want to be, I’m sorry. I did the best I could, sometimes that wasn’t much. Realize that we’ve failed in certain respects, but excelled in others. Are you happy? Does he still have that cute nickname for you? When’s the last time you were kissed? Are you a wife or a mother? Do you own 50 cats? Are you still spunky and outgoing or have you traded in the attitude for something a bit more calm? Can you look back on the time between now and then and smile at the memories? I hope you can. I’m on my knees praying that I’ve given you the best life I can. Please know that. Know that I’m working hard and I won’t give up.  We deserve a life filled with joy and peace; I’ll work diligently until my future /your present is something we can be proud of.

I look forward to meeting you when you pass by a mirror today; the reflection may have changed, but know that I’m still there. This girl who is all elbows and worried thoughts was once the entirety of who you were. Put on some mismatched, colorful socks today and smile at your aged reflection; pretend that it’s me smiling at you from where I am, because it is.

Sincerely,

-LP

Potato Hackin’: Update

I. Am. Over. Potatoes.

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Seriously. It’s been about a month of potatoes and I’m doing terribly. I eat potatoes every day at work for lunch and it’s gotten to the point where I just choke them down because that’s all I’ve got. When I get home, I will eat literally anything to avoid not having to eat potatoes. For instance, tonight, I ate a bag of popcorn and an apple just to avoid potatoes. How do people do this long term?! One pain in the butt is the fact that in the middle of the workday, I’m starving and eyeing the communal bag of Chex Mix in the lunch room because I can’t just make myself another bowl of potatoes and quite frankly I’m into eating smaller meals more often than one big meal.

I know that the boyf is doing much better than I am. He’s at least having days where he’s sticking to eating just potatoes, even if he doesn’t like it or if he’s feeling a bit starchy. Just yesterday, he said he was feeling super tired and we’re blaming it on the potatoes, but Lord knows it’s because I kept him up late. Gotta love the time difference. Our plan is to continue until at least June, but we’ll see what happens. Any moodiness is instantly blamed on taters so it’s nice to have that scapegoat!

We have also added in kettle bell swings to work those muscles. It has been a help with my posture at work; sitting at a desk with your ear pressed into a phone all day is no fun on the neck. Plus, one huge advantage is the fact that you can do 100 swings relatively easily and not feel exhausted even on your strict potato days. So, if you want to add in some exercise, I highly suggest swings or something similar.

Other than just not wanting to eat potatoes all day every day, it’s not too bad. I don’t feel sick and I have noticed that I feel much more readily satisfied when I’m eating anything other than potatoes. I’ll check back in, in two weeks and let you cool cats know how it’s going then. I am going to force myself to stick to only potatoes tomorrow in an attempt to get back on track for these next few weeks.

Keep it starchy.

-LP

Edit: The boyf feels as though he has been misrepresented in this post, as he is having *insert sassy tone here* “4-5 days of straight up potatoes, bitch please.”  That is all.

Lazy Sunday Wisdom with Calvin and Hobbes

You’re in luck, there’s a double dose of Calvin and Hobbes this week.

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Calvin and Hobbes really like to get into the nitty-gritty of life while keeping that childlike charm alive; it’s quite admirable. I love how Calvin’s dad is honest with his son; sure he might be stalling, but we all do. Life isn’t as black and white as it may sometimes seem. We might as well be honest about it, It’s easy to have an opinion when you don’t have to support it. But when you’re required to own up to your beliefs, the situation can get a bit sticky and oftentimes we try to keep the peace by avoiding that which makes us uncomfortable.  It’s human nature to want to stay in our little comfort zone; Calvin’s dad is merely showcasing what we are prone to doing.

As much as we try to wriggle our way out of situations that make us uncomfortable when it comes to expressing our opinions, we are allowed to have them. Opinions are not right or wrong, they just are; you might not have the most popular view, but you’re still allowed to have it. As Anne Frank put it, “People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn’t stop you from having your own opinion.” It’s a valid statement; while I might not agree with you, that doesn’t mean you’re not entitled to that opinion, just like I’m entitled to mine regardless of whether or not we choose to vocalize it.


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I love this second strip. It shows how we feel dependent upon things to make our lives interesting, but in reality we have exactly what we need inside of ourselves. During the black out of 2003; we were completely out of power for a few days and at 10 years old, once my Game boy died, I was bored out of my mind.

I remember sitting in my living room with my parents and younger brother, candles surrounding us and asking my parents what they used to do back in the day for fun. It wasn’t until we just walked outside and found random things to do, that I realized that not having power wasn’t really that big of a deal. We ended up taking all of our freshly bought groceries over to a friend’s house with about 5 other families and cooked all the food we had. There were more than 20 of us, hanging out around the bonfire, enjoying a potluck, and running around through the woods. It truly showed me that I don’t need a certain toy or even electricity to have fun. Our imagination was enough.

Calvin thinks that he needs his wagon to make noise in order for it to be fun, but in the end he realizes that he and Hobbes can make all the racket needed to enjoy it. The excitement comes from within, even though oftentimes we don’t realize it.

-LP

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Johnny Cash has been a friend of mine for quite some time; I’ve got my daddy to thank for that.

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That man has a voice of gold and I swear, he was my spirit animal once upon a time. I mean, I was singing “Hurt” when I was 13 and filled with emotions I couldn’t understand; at 15 I loved “A Boy Named Sue.” “It Ain’t Me Babe” was a go to when dealing with a break up (Mr. Zimmerman wrote a killer, but Johnny Cash and June Carter perform it beautifully); and who doesn’t love “Folsom Prison Blues” or “Cocaine blues?” If you haven’t already, go watch Walk the Line, and if you don’t fall in love with Cash by the end of that film, you’re crazy. Who doesn’t love a bad boy with a heart of gold?

While I love Cash’s early music, “Rose of my Heart” is exquisite in his aged voice. I remember hearing it for the first time and wishing that the song was mine. Screw being the apple of your eye, I want to be the rose of your heart. When I think of love, I think of this song. Nothing else paints such a beautiful picture in my mind. Love is resting my head upon your shoulder when life gets tough. It’s holding your hand through it all. I want nothing more than to be my beloved’s soft place to land and the end of a hard day.

Take a look at these glorious lyrics written by Hugh Moffat:

So hard times or easy times, what do I care,
There’s nothing I’d change if I could.
The tears and the laughter are things that we share,
Your hand in mine makes it good.

You are the rose of my heart,
You are the love of my life.
A flower not fading nor falling apart,
You’re my harbor in life’s restless storm.

Rose of my heart.

The simplicity of the song itself makes such a massive impact. The lack of embellishments adds to the raw nature of the song; it makes it feel that much more genuine. Take a listen.

This song puts me in such a loving mood. I instantly want to curl up beside the man I love, run my fingers through his, enjoy the warmth, and close my eyes. This is a song I want to listen to during the hard times as a reminder of the love I have been blessed to feel and during the good times because I know it fills my heart with happiness. So give it a listen, you won’t be disappointed.

-LP

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