This post is in honor of me and my stuborness/stupidity. It is to remind myself that doing things out of spite is pointless and unproductive (most of the time).
Tuesday this week was a really funny/odd day. why? well it rained (I love rain but I'm very ready for sunshine) and I went to get my snow tires removed to put on my normal ones again. As I get to discount tire the guy helping me says "you need 2 new tires". GREAT! I need to spend MORE money on my car! The price I pay for safety! So the guy gives me a quote and says my 2 tires will be $280. Thats a TON of money for us. But whatever, I'll give them their darn $280 and sulk about it for the rest of the day. Tristin told me that it wasn't a big deal and to just accept it but being me, I decided to pout (to myself) about it. So as I waited 40 minutes for my car I silently fumed. Within those 40 minutes I somehow sold myself to do something stupid because gosh-dang-it I DESERVED it! (FYI: Juanique philosophy 101 says, we human beings are not entitled to anything. As soon as we think the world owes us something, we get infected with a "disease" called pride and selfishness.) Obviously I was having a stupid day. So I told myself that I deserved to indulge in a long lost pleasure called a low fat mocha frappachino......YUM!!
Now I don't do coffee becuase it's a part of our Word of Wisdom to "avoid strong drinks" but Mocha frappachinos are my Kryptonite. So I said to myself, "What the heck. Just do it. You won't regret it," and I guzzled down a whole bottle in 5 minutes. (yes, this IS the most rebelious I get. Pretty lame, I know! The last time I did something out of "spite" I pearce my ears).
I'll tell you now, HOLY COW did I get a headache from the stuff! It was so bad that I had to take Advil for it! I totally regretted drinking it as soon as I was finish. So boys and girls, DONT do coffee! Even if it is Decaf!
But that wasn't all of it. To top things off, When I was trying to make totillas for dinner, the hand mixer broke, my BRAND NEW tortilla press (that I had bought that day), it's handly had COMPLETELY broken off (how that can happen inside a box I do not know) and then it snowed 5 inches the day AFTER I took my snow tires off my car! Oh and my computer totally crashed on Sunday losing almost ALL of my pictures of the past 4 years. HAHAHA.
I'm waiting for someone to jump out at me all of a sudden and yell "APRIL FOOLS" because this April, so far, has been filled with nothing but jokes and bad luck. Our spring so far has brought a couple days of warm weather but then LOTS of rain and LOTS of snow. I'm telling ya, when it rains, it POURS!
.....But life is SO good! It's weeks like these that keep it interesting! I LOVE my life. I think I'll keep it :)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Easter!!!!!!
After a week of clouds and rain, this years Easter brought with it, sun, fun and egg hunting (which I proved to be very bad at once again.) I found all my eggs last out of EVERYONE. After hunting for eggs at my in law house, we all went out for big lunch and then over to Tristin's uncles house for more egg hunting, games and tye dying shirts! it was a TON of fun. They probably had to find 300 eggs which took less than 10 minutes because there are over 80 cousins.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Breathing

The best advice I ever received from anyone was this: breathe. It seems simple enough on the surface, but I've found over the years that there is no better tactic for dealing with everything than just breathing.
At this point I recommend that you stop asking yourself why I would advise doing something that is completely involuntary and just try it for a few minutes. Focus on your breath and block out everything else. Allow your body to breathe deeply and fill your lungs completely with air before exhaling. Notice the way it feels to have air flowing in and out of your body, the way it almost hurts to breathe more deeply than you are accustomed to. Take a deep breath and hold it for a while; notice the vague sensation of relief as you once again allow yourself to exhale and continue breathing. Now push all of the air out of your lungs until there is no air left inside. Then push even more air out. Notice the suction-like effect it has. Keep holding it and pay attention to the burning sensation. Notice how uncomfortable it is to be in this position of airlessness. Now continue breathing with complete focus for a few more minutes.
Isn't it amazing how many dimensions there are to our breathing? 99.9% of our lives are spent in complete ignorance of this life-sustaining act--thankfully so, because life would be extremely difficult if we had to constantly focus all of our attention on taking in and letting out air. However, whenever possible it is highly beneficial to "return to your breath" and regain awareness of it. Did I hear you ask me what benefits there are? Here you go:
- Increase in lung capacity
- Better remembrance of where (and when) you are
- Increase in resistance to sub-prime temperatures
- Increase in resistance to extreme emotions
- Better ability to understand your (re)actions
- Increase in immune system function
- Decrease in occurrence of the words, "What was I thinking?!?"

The list could go on, but I'm sure you get the idea. This prescription is chock-full of benefits. Best of all, the side effects are only unpleasant for a little while--that is, until you realize they are not the problem and your attitude is the problem. They include the following:
- Decreased ability to lie to yourself or others
- Decreased ability to ignore your inner workings
- Decreased ability to numb yourself from potentially emotional events
- Decrease in self-pity and increase in constructive conversations with yourself
- Decreased ability to make yourself disappear completely
Those feelings have to go somewhere, though. Depending on the philosopher or psychologist, the process of taking these feelings inside without properly processing them is called internalizing. The problem with internalizing is that the feelings are inside you still. They have been stored in our minds and in our bodies. Juanique will tell you that stress is definitely stored in the muscles, and she has the pleasure of trying to work it out during massage therapy. I can tell you from my experiences with her working the stress in my muscles that it is very painful physically. I can tell you from my experiences with counselors working the stress in my mind that it is very painful emotionally--perhaps more so than it would have been at the time I originally experienced it.

There is, of course, an opposite and equally costly way to avoid properly processing emotional stressors. That is to lash out and overreact to the feelings as if a preemptive strike will prevent the inevitable emotions. While such a response definitely acknowledges the feeling, it does so in a manner that fails to understand the meaning of the feeling or the lesson such a feeling is intended to convey. Someone who lashes out (with anger, despair, etc.) only knows that they have been threatened by whatever caused the feeling. It isn't important why they feel threatened, or even whether they should feel threatened. They are reacting in a raw and unfiltered way that precludes meaning. They will store stress just the same as someone who internalizes.
Here is where breathing comes into the equation. If you haven't already figured it out, remembering to breathe at these emotional junctions can prevent the buildup of stress. Whenever something unpleasant happens, tell yourself to breathe. I know you have heard this before, but it bears repeating now that you have some context. When you breathe deeply and focus on the breath, at least two things happen: first, you allow yourself to feel the emotion that habit has taught you to internalize. I have found that focused breathing forces me to feel whatever I have been hiding from myself, even when I don't want to feel it. Second, you give yourself a chance to process the emotion and learn the lesson it is attempting to teach you.
Accepting your emotions and understanding their source is extremely important to your emotional and physical wellbeing. This does not mean you have to act on your emotions, nor does it mean you have to take lots of time to analyze everything that happens to you. It is a simple process of allowing them to be what they are.

This post is too long already. Sorry! I'll bore you with more in the future, so brace yourselves. And don't forget to breathe! (at least 5-10 minutes a day to start, plus whenever you think about it during the day).
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PS- I shamelessly stole all of these Creative-Commons licensed photos from Flickr. I meant to make the links go to the photographers' sites, but I messed up. Sorry! I'll do better next time (yes, I'm too lazy to fix it now).
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Longboarding in So-called Spring
So do you think Orwell was right in his book, 1984? Let us know how you feel about it.
Wednesdays Baking ups and downs
So if you saw my post from a few weeks ago (Luck of the Irish) you'd see that my friend Emily responded to my post about spreading the Irish guy and getting something from me. Hence I make her something.....and so I did. Now for those of you who don't know me, I'm NOT domesticated what-so-ever! I hardly cook, bake, sew....nothing! I can cut up fruit, make smoothies and make some really yummy sandwiches, but that's not cooking or baking.
Well I decided to make Emily some Meringues, and South Africans typically LOVE meringues. I thought I was being smart by making something authentic and unique but alas, here in America you guys call meringues... Sea foam! (Surprise attempt failed). While I was making my meringues I had this brilliant idea of making them green (in memory of St Patricks day). The green turned out really good and I thought I was doing a great job with my little attempt to bake until it came to putting the meringue batter on the baking plate. Sandy, Kim's house helper, showed me a cool way of putting the batter in a ziplock bag and squeezing the batter in little circles spiraling up until you tip it off. She first showed me how to do it (yes, I am that retarded when it comes to baking, I wasn't lying) and her meringue looked great. So I did mine like hers which i THOUGHT looked great. Beatrix, my niece, wanted to help dallop the meringues on the plate so I let her. Everything was looking good and ready to bake, so I put it in the oven and baked them.
2 hours later I took the meringues out and found that they tasted really good. I was so proud of my baking achievements. I had actually baked something from SCRATCH! Well a moment later Tristin made the comment "Hm, they kind of look like little dog turds," and sadly enough everyone agreed....as did I. So now I had little green-dog-turdish meringues (that tasted really good). To top it off, my plan was to dip the meringues in chocolate.....yeah, now the turds were brownb AND green. So we all had a good laugh at my meringues (that happened to taste very good, thank you very much) and I gave them to Emily along with some chocolate covered strawberries.
What a fun day for baking!
Here's the Recipe if you ever want to make it yourself. It's really easy:
2 Egg whites
2 TBS boiling water
0.5 tsp vanilla
1 cup Castor Sugar (in the USA i think it's just really fine baking sugar)
1 tsp white vinegar
1tsp baking poweder
Beat eggs until fluffy.
Keep beating and mix in everything else BUT the baking poweder and sugar.
Keep beating and add in sugar slowly.
Fold in baking powder.
Bake @ 100 degrees Celcius (212 degrees Fahrenheit) for one hour
Turn off oven after the hour and leave them in to dry if you want them to be extra crispy
*dip in chocolate if you like*
Oh and if you want to see how our night with Jon and Emily and Natalie went that night, you can see pics and read about it here on their blog! :)
Well I decided to make Emily some Meringues, and South Africans typically LOVE meringues. I thought I was being smart by making something authentic and unique but alas, here in America you guys call meringues... Sea foam! (Surprise attempt failed). While I was making my meringues I had this brilliant idea of making them green (in memory of St Patricks day). The green turned out really good and I thought I was doing a great job with my little attempt to bake until it came to putting the meringue batter on the baking plate. Sandy, Kim's house helper, showed me a cool way of putting the batter in a ziplock bag and squeezing the batter in little circles spiraling up until you tip it off. She first showed me how to do it (yes, I am that retarded when it comes to baking, I wasn't lying) and her meringue looked great. So I did mine like hers which i THOUGHT looked great. Beatrix, my niece, wanted to help dallop the meringues on the plate so I let her. Everything was looking good and ready to bake, so I put it in the oven and baked them.
2 hours later I took the meringues out and found that they tasted really good. I was so proud of my baking achievements. I had actually baked something from SCRATCH! Well a moment later Tristin made the comment "Hm, they kind of look like little dog turds," and sadly enough everyone agreed....as did I. So now I had little green-dog-turdish meringues (that tasted really good). To top it off, my plan was to dip the meringues in chocolate.....yeah, now the turds were brownb AND green. So we all had a good laugh at my meringues (that happened to taste very good, thank you very much) and I gave them to Emily along with some chocolate covered strawberries.
What a fun day for baking!
Here's the Recipe if you ever want to make it yourself. It's really easy:
2 Egg whites
2 TBS boiling water
0.5 tsp vanilla
1 cup Castor Sugar (in the USA i think it's just really fine baking sugar)
1 tsp white vinegar
1tsp baking poweder
Beat eggs until fluffy.
Keep beating and mix in everything else BUT the baking poweder and sugar.
Keep beating and add in sugar slowly.
Fold in baking powder.
Bake @ 100 degrees Celcius (212 degrees Fahrenheit) for one hour
Turn off oven after the hour and leave them in to dry if you want them to be extra crispy
*dip in chocolate if you like*
Oh and if you want to see how our night with Jon and Emily and Natalie went that night, you can see pics and read about it here on their blog! :)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
**Spread the Word!**
Lets not allow this to happen. Help spread the work by posting this on your blogs and sharing it with other people! The Government should not be allowed to let this pass!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Why I chose Naropa
Warning! The following post is melodramatic and pretentious. It was very late at night. I apologize in advance if you decide to finish reading, but consider yourself warned.
Over the course of my life's education, I have been drawn to the left of civilization. Not that I see myself on one particular side of it, but rather that I am aside it altogether. What I consider my unique view of the world has revealed a heartbreaking amount of pain, mistrust, violence, deceit, tragedy, and villainy. There is a quaint amount of the good things, too, but they are invariably the exception and not the least bit common.
I always have two reactions to this view. The first is anger. How dare they lie to us!?! How dare they let this happen and show false concern while simultaneously gaining from it!?! I want to lash out, cause them the pain that they are causing so many others. I want them to hurt like we hurt; then maybe they will cease their destructive and selfish ways. But alas, I am only a small boy throwing rocks at a fortress wall. All my anger and violence give rise to nothing but a sore arm and a pile of broken rocks.
My second reaction is compassion. Immense compassion that swells from my eyes in waves of silent emotion, filling the night around me like darkness. Herein, I believe, lies my true power. Not because I feel more than others feel, but because I find it so unbearable, I know I must release it as a flood of good will for anyone that is in need.
I could have chosen from any of several universities to attend for graduate school. Any one of them could have taught me how to show empathy, give advice, listen carefully, and make a client feel better. But very few of them believe in the basic goodness of humanity, or in the wellness that lies at the heart of everyone's psyche. None of them teach that healing is only achieved with love (if they do it is completely unintentional). Only one of them teaches how to be completely present at all times, how to love unconditionally, and how to create a therapeutic relationship that extends beyond professional courtesy and obligatory cordiality. Only one university teaches the practice that I want to make my own.
I chose Naropa because it allows me to feel without feeling inappropriate. I don't have to consider myself and those around me machines in meat suits or fatally flawed by design. I can practice with the same philosophy that I live the rest of my life.
My goal is to change the world. Or at least be part of a force that changes the world. Based on my reactions to the world, I have two choices. I can throw my stones and fight the man until it breaks me, or I can teach the world about love and live it so powerfully that people have no choice but to embrace it. From what I've tasted of the former, I believe I'll find much more peace and success with the latter. Naropa is the tool I have chosen to pursue my goal of living love. Hopefully when I'm finished in three years, I won't have to ask any of you if it worked. Namastè.
"Love is a many-splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love." - Christian, Moulin Rouge
"God is love." - 1 John 4:8
Over the course of my life's education, I have been drawn to the left of civilization. Not that I see myself on one particular side of it, but rather that I am aside it altogether. What I consider my unique view of the world has revealed a heartbreaking amount of pain, mistrust, violence, deceit, tragedy, and villainy. There is a quaint amount of the good things, too, but they are invariably the exception and not the least bit common.
I always have two reactions to this view. The first is anger. How dare they lie to us!?! How dare they let this happen and show false concern while simultaneously gaining from it!?! I want to lash out, cause them the pain that they are causing so many others. I want them to hurt like we hurt; then maybe they will cease their destructive and selfish ways. But alas, I am only a small boy throwing rocks at a fortress wall. All my anger and violence give rise to nothing but a sore arm and a pile of broken rocks.
My second reaction is compassion. Immense compassion that swells from my eyes in waves of silent emotion, filling the night around me like darkness. Herein, I believe, lies my true power. Not because I feel more than others feel, but because I find it so unbearable, I know I must release it as a flood of good will for anyone that is in need.
I could have chosen from any of several universities to attend for graduate school. Any one of them could have taught me how to show empathy, give advice, listen carefully, and make a client feel better. But very few of them believe in the basic goodness of humanity, or in the wellness that lies at the heart of everyone's psyche. None of them teach that healing is only achieved with love (if they do it is completely unintentional). Only one of them teaches how to be completely present at all times, how to love unconditionally, and how to create a therapeutic relationship that extends beyond professional courtesy and obligatory cordiality. Only one university teaches the practice that I want to make my own.
I chose Naropa because it allows me to feel without feeling inappropriate. I don't have to consider myself and those around me machines in meat suits or fatally flawed by design. I can practice with the same philosophy that I live the rest of my life.
My goal is to change the world. Or at least be part of a force that changes the world. Based on my reactions to the world, I have two choices. I can throw my stones and fight the man until it breaks me, or I can teach the world about love and live it so powerfully that people have no choice but to embrace it. From what I've tasted of the former, I believe I'll find much more peace and success with the latter. Naropa is the tool I have chosen to pursue my goal of living love. Hopefully when I'm finished in three years, I won't have to ask any of you if it worked. Namastè.
"Love is a many-splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love." - Christian, Moulin Rouge
"God is love." - 1 John 4:8
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