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It’s nice having a new car.  Everything works on a new car.  All the lights light up, all the gages work.  The brakes are good, the ignition is good.  I don’t have to pay for gas as often as I used to.  I love it.  I can listen to my favorite tunes at work, or on a cd.  I don’t have to be worried that the car might stall out and die.  I don’t have to worry about bad air bags or bad other things.  Everything works just like it is supposed to.  All the stuff in the engine compartment is clean.  All the tires are clean, the treads not worn.  Having a new car just simply rocks.   I am glad to know that I have such a great piece of engineering know how.  I can drive to work and not be afraid that I might have to take the bus home.  Yippee for me.

In these times of technology sometimes when you have a problem all you need is a little persuasion to fix things. I found out today that one of the first things to do with a heater malfunction is to give it a lil rap on the side of the unit. In terms of a game unit I have sometimes when it gets stuck a gentle tap on a table or wall or some such fixes it. It is crazy that sometimes the most involved things just require a little bit of bruit force to fix the problem. If a lock is stuck just give it a little whack. If a closet door won’t close like it is supposed to give the base of it a gentle kick. if you don’t have enough extension cord tug on it a lil, as long as the plug stays in the outlet, even if the power strip is in the air a little bit you still have contact. Who ever said that you have to be gentle with things didn’t live in a day and age where the stuff we buy is usually of substandard quality anyway. It just takes a lil bit of persuasion to fix anything. A little force can go a long way.

I know you have to do it, but it is hard at times.  I hate saying no to my four year old.  The word no is so troublesome for me. I never had to deal with no when I was growing up.  I never had to not get what I wanted.  I was not spoiled however. I turned out to be a decent person, at least from my point of view.  I look into my little girls eyes and it hurts when I have to say no to her about something.  I know it’s for her own good but it just is terrible to have to say the word.  Having children makes you want to give them everything you possibly can.  It makes you want to put them first no matter what the situation is.  She is a cute lil girl and when she says to me can I have this daddy, I want to be able to always say yes to her.  Of course I guess, which most people would comment to this fact that there have to be limits.  That the word no is in her best interest to learn.  I still however, hate saying such a thing.

It is amazing how expensive it can be to own a car these days.  You have to pay through the nose to get gas because the Oil barons jack up the prices.  You have to pay tons of dollars because the auto mechanics jack up their prices.  You have to pay higher insurance premiums because of the popularity of fraud in the system makes the insurance companies nervous.  I can’t seem to get a break.  Either something breaks on the car, or something seems like it’s not working like it should.  Why would Ford make these things so easy and affordable when all they are is a bucket of trouble.  I don’t think that I have had one day since I got this car, as used as it was, from my father that I haven’t had some sort of problem with it.  The gremlins inside cars should be shot.  Why does something so essential have to be so expensive, greed can’t go that far can it?  Are we really reduced to dollars and cents?

I think what one person constitutes as family is different than what I perceive as family.  I think family is defined more than just by blood alone.  Family to me is more about the relationships that we build than who our natural born family is.  I have gotten along better with my extended family more than some of my family members.  My little girl’s paternal grandparents are just as good family as any other.  I think of them as a second set of in laws because they treated me just as good as if I was their son in law and not some stranger that married their grand daughters mother.  I feel welcome with them and they aren’t even related to me, or even tied to me other than through my daughter.  Family can not be quanitified just by the people who share our genes.  I think it’s more than just that.  It has to do with how we relate to people.  The word relatives also has the word relate in it which means how we deal with people.  When I think of rosie’s grandparents I do not think about the fact that they aren’t a direct member of my family. what I think about is how there is a connection in a different form.  I think of how they are good and kind people that had enough room in their hearts for one more.  Characteristics that make people family are not defined by the people we are born from alone but the people we grow up with.  I feel special knowing I have so many others to support me if I need help, to pick me up if I am down, to offer sage advice and council.  John, Nancy you two are the best and I wish you never to change.

Why is it that society has such a shallow view of beauty? Why do they put women in magazines that are stick figures who probably spent their day puking up their guts any way? How does society have the right to say what is and isn’t beautiful? Beauty is in the heart not the skin. A person should be judged, as Martin Luther King Jar said by the quality of their character and not anything else. Why do we have people judging us on appearance. How come someone who has some meat on them is considered grossly over weight and these days someone whose bones will show will be considered the beautiful person. I loved the twilight zone called “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” because it showed how screwed up things could be. How what see as beautiful is different than what someone else might see. I think it is simply disgusting of us to determine how we handle people based on looks. I always judge based on how someone interacts with me, not on how they are dressed or how they look. I always felt that what is outside and what is inside are usually not supposed to be the same issue. Only what is in a person’s character matters. We are defined by what we do not how we look. Our hearts are our greatest and most beautiful things.