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Showing posts with label the life-changing magic of tidying up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the life-changing magic of tidying up. Show all posts

Saturday, September 16, 2017

It's About Godliness and Tidiness Things, and maybe a couple of other things ungodly and untidy

Dear America,

"It's a very strange phenomenon, 
but when we reduce what we own 
and essentially 'detox' our house, 
it has a detox effect 
on our bodies as well." 
 from the life-changing magic of tidying up
by marie kondo; yes, all in lower case.

so true
so true

and this is precisely what America needs right about now -- a good detox. In a less, is more, kinda way.

Maybe starting in St. Louis.

ugh, do not, i say, do not,  meet me in St. Louis....at least not for today.
  
About last night... 

Consider also, if you will, that a look back to Labor Day weekend violence (just two weeks ago)  is deemed, by the general population and duly noted within, just like every other weekend --  St. Louis style.

Just where is the genuine community outrage... outside of the domain of cops and robbers?  To date -- 142 have been killed in St. Louis; last year, this total was nearly the same, at 135.

So just to be clear -- so far, this year, One Hundred and Forty Two people have died by homicide! in St. Louis.   Just who is robbing St. Louis of its peace?

Well, we can't just pick on the picket fences of St. Louis, now can we?   Besides, who doesn't love their ribs?  Let's move on dot org to Chi town, shall we? 


Stunning -- from Chicago Sun-Times News:

"The seven deaths this weekend, including the killing of a 15-year-old boy Monday evening, were the latest casualties of Chicago’s gun violence that has taken the lives of at least 438 people since the start of 2017, according to data maintained by the Sun-Times."
FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT people!  438 people have died!  Died.  Dead and buried.  Died.

Just who is robbing Chicago of its peace?

Just love how they refer to it as "gun violence."  As if the gun just did it; one day, the gun woke up and just snapped.  Guns don't kill a soul; people kill... using whatever means necessary and available -- knives, buses, trucks, cars, trains, planes, rope, neckties, hands, poison, water, and yes, sometimes guns.

The toxicity of these urban cities is through the roof -- gun violence, drugs, gangs, assaults, robberies, rape, sexual assaults.

Our living spaces affect our body 
-- marie kondo knows.

To have a conversation about police officers and African-American men meeting up in the neighborhoods of the real world, we must look at the whole picture.  America -- the one big happy family that it is -- must learn to create relationships built upon mutual respect, a healthy amount of space, and pillars of good character, that are conceivably as neat and tidy as the environments we keep, dream, or intend, whether on the micro or macro level.

Though, even if we managed to get everyone into the picture, just when does a family portrait ever tell the whole story, right?

Lighting the town on fire, or pelting a mayor's home windows with rocks, is no way to begin a sit down and find resolution; a meeting of the minds has hardly a chance to come together when the room is chock full of animosity, hate, and prevailing mistrust, with the ill begotten bad sense to start with violence.  Who does that and truly believes its a good idea?   The violent riots begun by Anarchists, Black Lives Matter, Antifa....have no place in a civil society.  None.  [Would just love to see how they all live, just sayin.']

"Cleaning involves energetic movement, 
which would naturally contribute
 to losing weight and staying fit.  
And when our space is completely clean, 
we don't have to worry about tidying, 
so we are free to focus 
on the next issue that is important 
in our lives." 
marie kondo strikes again

And while this girl has blogged extensively about the facts on police shootings, courtesy of such notable and learned people as Heather Mac Donald of the Manhattan Institute....I'm not feeling the need to go there now.  Again.  ugh.   [But feel free to read that one about the facts, on big data, from a year ago. It's really good :)]


Now, getting closer to home -- according to Mac Donald's studies, the reality is this in one of California's largest cities:

"In Los Angeles, blacks between the ages of 20 and 24 die at a rate 20 to 30 times the national mean.  Who is killing them?  Not the police, and not white civilians, but other blacks.  The astronomical black death-by-homicide rate is a function of the black crime rate.  Black males between the ages of 14 and 17 commit homicide at ten times the rate of white and Hispanics male teens combined.  Blacks of all ages commit homicide eight times the rates of whites and Hispanics combined, and at eleven times the rate of whites alone." 
"When we put our house in order, 
the air inside becomes fresh and clean."  
just more marie

indeed.

After my girl returns to school in the fall, I play this game with myself, living off of the fridge and pantry for as long as I can without grocery shopping.  It becomes highly obsessive, as all the while it makes cleaning out the pantry in order to start anew all the more challenging as the days and weeks go by; it uses every creative gene in my body to come up with things to make, taking the Food Network's Chopped challenge, complete with its cult following, to a whole 'nother level.  This girl can follow herself like nobody's business...teehee.

It's all about the process of not wasting a single, many-a-splendored thing.  And honestly, I haven't skipped a beat -- now going on six weeks!  Sometimes, I even amaze myself.  [Point of advice:  check expiration dates on canned items....and eat them up in a timely fashion before wasting food and hard spent dollars.]

So in light of this day and where we began -- my heart is crying out across the land, from my home to yours.   What a waste of human life, in all of it's potential and full expression unseen, in the every day -- year over year -- when one human being takes the life of another, and throws it away -- whether in St. Louis, or Chicago, or Los Angeles, or Baltimore, or Charlottesville, or New York City, or Boston, or San Francisco, or Seattle, or Nashville, or Miami....we could go on and on and on.  It's not just one life wasted -- for its ripple effects fan out to the one who committed the crime, the families, the entire community which continues to grieve and take the hits.

Where is the community outrage, outside of the domain of cops and robbers?  That 15 year old, above, was somebody's baby boy -- could have been mine, or yours, or the neighbors, or the kid that lives down the street in the house with the neat lawn and a rainbow of flowers.

Just who is robbing who of the peace and quiet and contentment of a life fully lived?

America's proverbial HOUSE is clearly NOT in order.  Moreover, how can there be any 'restoring of order' when the House of Chaos not only exists, it usurps all justice and power and rule of law in it's path, leaving not a single foundation -- no matter if that path is tree-lined or not?

Wonder what would happen if we just cleaned ourselves all up?

Did you happen to catch the mug shots of the Antifa protesters at Berkeley -- rioting against free speech and Ben Shapiro -- just this last week?  It's like, c'mon dudes, cut your hair already -- maybe get a hot shave once in awhile; did you leave your house with clothes on the floor, too?  Or does your mom still pick up after you?  What's in the fridge,  is it even clean?   Have you ever in your life cleaned a toilet?  On the scale of 1 to 10, how would you characterize the clutter from room to room? [Don't hate; just a bunch of good questions.]

Tidiness breeds more tidy, while untidiness breeds more untidiness --  there's just no other way to say it.  It's the same law that applies to everything in nature; apple trees bear only apples, lemon trees bear only lemons.  We are what we eat, what we think, and go in the direction our hearts and minds take us.  Why would the alt-left, black lives matter folks, of St. Louis commit harm against each other and its city?  What are they thinking?

Part of the process of tidying up by marie kondo, delves into choices we make and how to identify what is truly precious -- and become the things we keep.

The more we tidy, the more we realize that the material world is a lot less complicated once we peel away all the stuff that really doesn't matter to us; that ultimately, we can find contentment in having even fewer things around us, which in turn, becomes our saving grace, a by-product of the process that comes almost out of nowhere, perhaps out of thin air.  Poof!  All of a sudden, we find ourselves complete; suddenly we become just a girl who has everything she needs and nearly nothing show for it....go figure.... and make that with a thinner figure, to boot.  Things that once were deemed toxic -- the broken, the unworn, the unloved, the bad ju-ju of lives and loves past, are all gone.

What would happen if America cleaned herself up?  One room at a time....

Trimmed here.
Cut back there.
Lived within OUR-All American means.
Extinguished entire departments altogether -- commerce, education, energy...
Didn't "buy" anything new, especially on credit
Reduced crony capitalism with term limits!
Made it unlawful to profit off of legislation!
yadi yadi yada...you know where I'm going with this.

Perhaps holding onto the things that truly set us free, the things we love with our whole heart --

 here's some House Rules for you --

A truly Limited Government...being content with growing smaller and smaller.
Be true to the totality of Life Itself, and all that God wants us to be,  being fully aligned with the pure, limitless aspects of the "Free Exercise thereof" of our religion! (what a beautiful thing!)
Right to keep and bear arms -- lawfully and respectfully...

Ah hell, might as well just call it what it is:
to hold tight to OUR CONSTITUTION
and the Rule of Law...our sovereign borders and all.
Respect the flag
Love our neighbor as ourselves
Respect each others persons, places and things
Follow the law
Raise our children well
Conserve energy
Recycle
Say our please's and thank you's
Open the door for each other
Take turns
Give back
Say our prayers

Oh and Stop violent protests of all kinds, and use our words -- calmly, collectively, no matter the conflict!  What a concept.

It would seem, the more we answer in the affirmative to the things that truly matter, the better all the world would be -- starting at home.

Ah from the fire to the frying pan -- America is the best place to live on the planet, as long as we prioritize taking meticulously good care of her.  Generation after generation, it is all about replicating Strong Americans from Strong Americans, in the safe guarding and keeping of America.  And this will take great courage, and time.   Renovations always take longer than we think...

If we take care of her -- she will take care of us; as right conduct multiplies, our duty to God and to country go hand in hand with the privileges and equal rights under the law.  And nevermind that my self-cleaning oven -- working as we speak-- makes even the practical joys of life all the more delightful.

May God bless St. Louis -- just the place where this day had her start; and may God Bless the United States of America.  Come to think of it, Godliness and tidiness may just about be the only two things we will ever need to know and love, inside and out.

Make it a Good Day, G

Thursday, March 23, 2017

It's a Life-Changing Super Upsetting Blog Thing...

Dear America,

"Because your love 
is better than life, 
my lips will glorify you." 
Psalm 63:3

exactly.

when things get dicey politically, emotionally, internationally or domestic -- of course, after receiving delight and encouragement and inspiration and grace from the GOOD Book -- this girl cooks.

so picture me cooking everyday, right...

and in a perfect world, it would be all day long.

So it's no surprise that cookbooks bring me comfort and joy just by looking at them, and my favorite these days is something that jumped off the shelves, kicking and screaming, in an Urban Outfitters:  A Super Upsetting Cookbook About Sandwiches, by Tyler Kord...famous for the No.7 Sub chain of restaurants.

[GET ONE of your own, for you will be most pleased.]

Kord speaks to the avid lover of real food and sauce, often served straight up and dirty, and filled with all kinds of remarkable and splendid flavors that are sure to tantalize each and every taste-bud. And it's not just about the food, either.  He gives us a running dialogue on the side that is funny, sometimes vulnerable, sometimes bordering  TMI, with a splash of humility and a certain self-reflection that is like none other -- simply speaking in terms of the universe of cookbooks, anyway.

So allow me to share parts of a page -- pg. 32 to be exact -- just for starters....

THIS IS A CHICKEN SANDWICH

and he says,
"I don't eat a ton of meat, and I've thought about becoming a vegetarian many times.  But I don't ever want to give up eating chicken.  Not because I hate chickens and want to prove my dominance over them or anything (because they already know), but because they are the most delicious animals of all time, and if God didn't want me to eat them, he probably would have made them that way.  That said, a lot of people believe that, if you eat the wrong thing or think the wrong thing, God will make you spend eternity bathing in a lake of fire.  I'm not sure if I believe in God or not, but I definitely don't believe that God cares about the details of what I eat.  Actually, if God really does care about what we eat, then it is probably because God isn't super stoked about all the animals we abuse in factory farms every day, even when we don't have to and there is plenty of broccoli lying around.  But I doubt that I will be denied entry into heaven just for eating a few chickens.  Right, God?"

[Kord loves his broccoli.]

So the recipe itself, is a combination of roasted chicken (pg. 26), fried eggplant (pg 148), fresh mozzarella, arugula, and "special sauce" (pg. 163)...all stacked up scrumptiously on a kaiser roll. But, like I said, you will just have to GET YOUR OWN copy, in order to for you, too, to know, what he knows, what I already know, that you wanna know. 

Often, it has been said that the writing of legislation is much like the making of sausage.  This phase is where most of us conservatives go absolutely bonkers.  We can't even bear to watch, it's so bad.

This is one of those weeks, much like the editors of Cooking Light glorify the re-do of something that never should have made it our bellies, let alone the printer and 3000 pages later -- Obamacare wasn't, and still isn't, worth the paper it is written on, and hardly deserving to see the light of one more day. 

If memory serves me -- and it usually does with gusto and perfect timing -- good ole Joe called it a "big f@%&ing deal" --- and oh my how tasteful that little morsel is, right?  What a moment.  What a scam.  What a lie; for just look at us now.

While if I see one more re-run of Barack Obama telling us we can keep our doctor, keep our plan.....

surely, how could anyone on the left be satisfied with this?  It's vile.  

From pork butt to snout, it is a nauseating abomination against the health, wealth and happiness of the American people and OUR health care system; it's a purely reprehensible act, a corruption from the ground up, from root to tip.  In other words, it is a big f$@%*ing pile of slop underneath wispy curls of meringue and in the every day, it is being thrown in the face of all Americans through the wayward and wanton and weaselly acts of Congress.  A pie chart of disastrous proportions.

Considering this girl is celebrating a birthday this week -- and a f@%&ing big one at that -- it seems to run like clockwork with an annual mental health check...asking things like, how was your last year, G?  What are your goals for the brand new one on the horizon?  Is there anything you need to work on, anything you wish you did, but didn't...what were your favorite things you ate, who were you with, and what's on your wish list for next year?

And given it has coincided with another good read, a little book on keeping neat, by Mari Kondo:  "the life-changing magic of tidying up."    [title was written in all lowercase, just fyi]....

....you throw these two reads together amidst the ghastly state of the Union, and what do you get?

exactly.

It WAS an age of eating what we sow; but NOW,  it's the age of clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere, clean up, clean up, everybody do your share...And if you sing that last bit, it not only helps the medicine go down, we might actually sit back at the end of the day feeling suddenly free!

Over the weekend, twenty two bags of clothes, housewares, odds and ends were sent on their way to Goodwill.  And talk about a big f$%^^ing deal, oh man....there are not words.  Liberation and freedom live inside and outside and everywhere I go.  I breathe better; sleep better; love better; and give better....and it feels good.  [You should try it, too.] [just sayin']

Just take a little bit off to chew at first, and then, you will know.

Suddenly the understanding of less is more, cries out for seconds, and the realization that we just might have way too much -- more or less -- brings us to our knees.   When we have too much, we have no idea of the value of anything.  Naturally, our perspective gets twisted like little garlic knots with shrimp phyllo purses; spring rolls, cinnamon rolls, lobster rolls, and profiteroles all roll into one. [think Nancy Pelosi when she said, we have to pass to pass the bill so that you can know what is in it....right...]   [yum, love that kind of sausage]

It's time to clean up our mess -- throw out what doesn't belong, keep only the things we can honestly proclaim our love for, and do no further harm.  And suddenly, this isn't about Obamacare at all, it's about ALL of government.   At twenty trillion dollars in debt, that luxury -- of growing fat, in body and mind and bureaucracy that doesn't serve us well -- is not ours to have to hold any longer.

No amount of secret sauce will fix what WE have allowed to happen to ourselves; nor can we throw on a muumuu and think we look good.

Stop.
Pick things up one at a time and ask yourself, do you LOVE it?  Like LOVE it love it love it? Or is it just a thing that has come to the end of it's day, with you?  Give it away, give it away.

And if it's something nobody deserves -- broken, worn, full of holes, etc. -- throw it away, throw it away.

First, The Holy Bible; then, the life-changing magic of tidying up belongs on the desks of every civil servant and countryman; and to lay it beside A Super Upsetting Cookbook About Sandwiches, we got ourselves a perfect combo; both offering plenty of manna for thought, food for living and loving what we put in our mouth, and pure sustenance for creating a brand new day tomorrow and thereby leading to a tidy, meaningful, delightful future.   Ah lass, sometimes things can be so simple to solve.

Bone Appetit, every one.

Make it a Good Day, G