Yesterday, I caught an old Northern Exposure episode. I almost got stuck in a t.v. warp which would have then taken me through hour long episodes of Magnum P.I., The A-Team, and Kojak. I know, I know, a pretty good way to spend the day, but somehow I got myself out of the house.

On this episode of Northern Exposure (Rosebud), Leonard, the Shaman, was looking for explanations of "White-Man Medicine." The Native Americans have lots of stories which teach them lessons, and nothing from the white man really measured up. Later, Chris explained that Christianity kind of overtook all the folklore since the Gospel hit the bestseller list.

Anyway, Leonard finally kind of figures out through Ed that movies are white man medicine. They comfort the white man. I think we all relate some part of a movie to an emotion or situation that we go through. And sometimes we use those movies to guide our decisions. Probably not the wisest thing to do.

Is this the reason why celebrites have become so important? Because we base the answers to the deep questions in our soul on the reactions of the characters they play? So in a way, we are making those celebrites our medicine men? Or our healers? I don't think Jehovah-Rapha would be very pleased. Am I swimming too deep in the kiddie pool or does this make sense?


I feel like I've contracted a disease after watching too much t.v. today. I'm housesitting and the house is filled with every techno-savvy equipment you can imagine. So, in every room I go into, I have cable access and a flat screen. And then I worked out at the Y today which is filled with televisions because for some reason when people work out, they want their brains to zone out.

Anyway. Do you know how much I heard about Anna Nicole today? And when I wasn't hearing about her, it was Britney. I think I was watching MSNBC, and the topic of discussion is Britney and her party-ing. Is this the news? Why does Hollywood have to take over news? Is there anything going on in the world besides the things that happen in LA to people whose ambition is seeing themselves on t.v.? Ugh!

If I see a People magazine I might throw up. I've been know to parouse the pages, but at this moment, I've got Media-itis. So I need to stay away from it for awhile. Please! Are the only ten people on earth Britney, Cameron, Justin, Nicole, Paris, Sienna, Jen, Brad, Angelina, and Oprah? If so, I'm glad I live on my own planet.



http://www.mystarbuckstshirt.com/

If anybody wants to go ahead and get me a Starbucks t-shirt for my birthday which is March 22nd, that would be cool. I like chai tea latte with soy.

I realized this morning that I have a secret Starbucks budget in my brain. I justify spending money on something and tell myself, "Okay. No Starbucks for a month because you're buying this." And then when I pass by Starbucks I say, "Well, I didn't spend that much on lunch, so I can squeeze in a Starbucks." I betcha Mary Kate and Ashley never have to do that.

But it's okay. John Piper sent me a great sermon this week about how being rich isn't easy. Whether I always feel like this or not, he's right. The Bible tells me so. Just like the song says.




My favorite v-day memory is this:


When I was in college, a random guy who I met in the main science building asked me out for Valentine's Day. I didn't have much time, so we went to Taco Bell. He drove, and while at the border, he said, "Beth. It's like, you're so pure. It's like you're matter, and I'm anti-matter, and if we touch, we'll both explode..."


I'm not making this up. After that, I realized that not having a date on Valentine's Day wasn't really that bad.

Attached is a pic of the Austin sunset I saw. Just because it's romantic. :)



I live in a garage apartment, and I get the pleasure of kind of renting a dog, too. Frida belongs to my landlady, but I can borrow her when I feel like having a dog. She tells me hello every morning. And welcomes me home every evening.

She gets really, really excited when I come home and leaps about 4 feet straight in the air, and then runs to find a toy from the yard. After that, she bounds up my steps and wags her tail at a high enough speed to generate sparks as it hits the railing. I throw the toy as far as I can, and she leaps into the landscaping or wherever she needs to go to fetch it. And then she runs back up the steps, panting heavily, so I can throw it again.

Sometimes I count the number of times I throw to her (because I am a counter) and I've thrown it up to 30 times, and she's ready for more. She is a fetching machine. She's not so much into letting me pet her; she just wants to play fetch.


Steven said I was tagged.
Tagged? Is that a gang reference?

If you get tagged, write a blog post telling 6 weird things about yourself and clearly stating the rules. After you state your 6 weird things, choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you're tagged" in their comments on their respective blogs and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it all means.

Anyway. I’ll play along.

I’m supposed to list only six, so I will stick to the rules.

1) I wish I was a hippie. I’ve always been fascinated by hippies. But I wouldn’t be stinky. I would shower most days. But I would travel around the world, and hug people and wear Birkenstocks with socks.
2) My hair is red. Perhaps not a huge phenomenon (na?), but it does make you different, and it affects your life. And red hair does not dye easily (see Lindsay Lohan’s roots for reference).
3) I count. Just like Count Dracula—while I pick up things around my apartment. Usually, I’ll make myself pick up as many items as my age—22.
4) I have a God given gift of making fast friends with strangers. While checking a flight monitor, a lady came up to me in the Heathrow airport, stood and talked to me for an hour, confessed her life story, hugged me, and told me she was sad we had to part. This happens a lot. My mom has the gift, too.
5) I follow rules. I like rules. I’m usually pretty good at following them. When I had braces as a kid, I followed the rules to a T. I wore braces for 1 year 2 months because I listened to my orthodontist. And I still wear my retainers around 3 nights a week.
6) Something about me is innately weird. Children identify it almost immediately. They said, “You’re weird.” I don’t get it, but I love kids anyway.

So I tag Abby, Kelly P, Erin B, Scott, and Arshunda. If I can figure out how.
http://proverbialrecord.blogspot.com/



From Falling Down:

Look what I got.
We got a puppy.
We got a puppy.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Hi, puppy!


In college, my friends Paul and Rob used to quote the “Hi, puppy” line and then tackle somebody. It wasn’t that bad because both of them were barely a buck fifty put together (no offense, guys, I have no idea how buff you are now).


I left the puppy business as of January 1, 2007. I even declared my resignation in my Christmas letter excerpted below:

Over the summer, I “dogsat” like crazy. I didn’t say no to anyone. I spent time with Mandy the Dachshund, Autumn the Shiba Inu, Ariel the Airedale, Oscar the Border Collie, Mallie the Lab mix, the five English Springer Spaniel puppies plus the mamma, Sadie the Retriever, Cassius the Boxer, Gizmo the Pekingese, and Cody the Keeshond. Then I decided to stop dogsitting, except for Autumn, because she was the original dog I housesit for before things got out of control—the five puppies episode almost left me with gray hair like Cruella DeVille screaming, “Puppies! Puppies!” I’m passing on the rest of my business to other friends. (I apologize to other dogs I might have left out, like Emmy the mini-Yorkie and my precious Frida and Andy, but I don’t think I officially dogsat for them this year.)
If you are interested in dogsitting, please let me know. I’ve had three people call me this week to dogsit. And I’m done!!

I don’t even really like keeping pets in the house. I grew up in Kentucky where dogs live outside. And please don’t call PETA, but my dog "lived" on a chain for fifteen years! And now, by some strange twist of fate, I spend most weekends with a pooper scooper and a leash. I'm in pet purgatory!!

I’ve learned to make peace with pets in the house. But it still bothers me that most pets in America have better lives than most children in the world. Didn't mean for this post to end grim, but it's true. Our dogs probably shouldn't live on chains, but our children shouldn't be neglected either.

Note: Picture is of my niece, Emily, and Sparky