If You Don’t Have The Christmas Spirit, It Will Come To You

There’s only 149 days until Christmas! Who’s excited? Most of us have ingrained in our brains that Christmas is not about the presents. In fact, we are encouraged to keep the Holiday Spirit all year round. This isn’t easy. I don’t think there is anything that is done all year round. Even with breathing, you hold your breath, you choke, or sometimes something (or someone) will cause you to lose your breath. Some argue that our brains function all year round. To you,I say spend a day with me and you will soon know the truth.

Did you know it once snowed 6.8 inches of snow in July?

Why bring Christmas up in July? I feel like sharing a fun activity with you. It’s called…. CHRISTMAS-ING!!!

How did Christmas-ing come to be? Local. Radio. There are some stations that start to play Christmas music the week before Halloween.  Sometime in Fall 2010, a friend, her brother, and I were out late one Sunday. The radio program that we had listened to on the way to whatever event we were at had changed to Christmas music.

You'd think that Christmas-ing annoys people, but it doesn't! Sometimes they even love it.

How to go Christmas-ing:  At night, get a group of friends in the same car. Drive around your college campus housing (really you can do it anywhere, college housing works the best). Blast Christmas music as loud as you can. If there are no Christmas songs on the radio then use an iPod or CD. Simple as that. MIX IT UP: Sing along however you like! Designate a “Christmas-er”. The “Christmas-er” shouts holiday messages at students who are still outside their apartments. CHRISTMAS-ING CANNOT BE DONE IN DECEMBER. Once done in December, it’s no longer Christmas-ing. January is off-limits too. Please people, some of us need time to recuperate, even from Christmas music.

Merry Christmas!

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Even I Have an Inner Child Which Means You Have One Too

(To the tune of the Piano Man):

It’s 2 am on a Friday

I’m still doing homework

I’d be okay if I was playing,

Last I checked it was summer.

la da daa da de daaa   la da da de duuuum

(chorus) This proves I have more endurance than Superman!

Although I’ll regret it tomorrow.

It’s summer and I’m young and alive; I shouldn’t be left one my own.

la la la da de daaa la da da de duuum

There’s more to the song but I decided to spare you from getting the tune stuck in your head (if it hasn’t happened already). Gotta love me some east coast Billy Joel. Don’t worry! This does have point. Kind of.

The kind people of WordPress suggested I focus my blog to a theme, Honestly, what do I have enough expertise and resource to blog about? Then it came to me! I’m wonderfully vanilla and yet my life keeps my suppressed adventurous side satisfied! In case you need that simplified for you; My life is amazing. It keeps me amused. So I’m going to share ways to keep life exciting. I’ve already started on this theme (didn’t you notice?) and I’d like your help (yes YOU!). I’d love to hear your opinions. I WANT FEEDBACK! (I know you’re reading this.)

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Do you remember playing in ball pits as a little child? Did you ever cover yourself with said balls until you were sure you were either invisible or just genius at hiding? I sure did! My recent journeys through life (recent being the last two weeks)  have proven that there is such a thing as an inner child – mine was drowning in a foam pit. Now it just jumps in and out. Believe it or not, this child is very important. Holistic’s a blast. You should look into it.

So what brings this up and what does this have to do with Billy Joel? Hold on, I’m getting there. I grew up on my mom’s music. What I didn’t know until not too long ago is that she pretty much grew up on the same music. Now think… Can you remember what you listened to as a child? I thought I did, but I was wrong.

I walked into my parents kitchen  only to hear an oh so familiar voice. Like a blast it hit me in my face! My mom bought Burl Ives from iTunes! I grew up with Burl Ives! Although most of this generation knows him for his Christmas songs, I obsessed over his children’s album!

You bet my children will be raised on this.

If you want an adventure, check out the music you use to listen to as a wee lil’ youngin’. Go on. Do it. It’s fun! Staying on the example of Burl; I am surprised I didn’t constantly have nightmares as a kid. Almost all the rhymes he sings has some graphic ending to the main character or some sad ending. At first, I was shocked to hear what never registered to my young tiny brain, but now I find it quite funny. Sadistic? Maybe.

Listening to these old songs can also hold other hidden treasures. There’s one song in particular that I LOVE! It’s called The Donut Song (that’s how it’s spelt). It has a lovely meaning in it. the chorus goes:

If you walk the streets you’ll have no cares if you walk the lines and not the squares. As you go through life make this your goal: Watch the doughnut, not the hole.

Burl Ives - He's a happy man

If you can’t figure out the meaning, the first part is talking about taking things little by little and not getting overwhelmed by everything (the lines and not the squares). The second part is about focusing on what you have and not what you don’t have (watch the doughnut NOT the hole). Burl. Ives. Is. Genius!

My mom was genius to let me run that tape to death! I think it makes up for raising me on Steve Miller Band and having books like The Cat Who Drank Too Much. I turned out just great!

… other than maybe the fact that I’m an adult who find joy in listening to children’s music.

Try this trick and let me know how it goes for you.

Good luck!

P.S. What does Piano Man have to do with this? I was raised on his music too.

“Welcome to Manhood!”

I did nothing to celebrate my birthday. Have I mentioned that my brother is getting married? I’m going to have a new sister-in-law by tomorrow night. So this week (minus the Fabulous Fourth of July) has been dedicated to getting things ready. That’s okay with me though. I’ve never been much for celebrating my birthday and this just made it easier to have an excuse.

WELCOME TO MANHOOD
"WELCOME TO MANHOOD" This week I was also mistaken as my brother at a family gathering. I promise, I am a girl.

I did, however, have an enjoyable day. I have a problem. Some of you may know about it. I need nothing short of somebody telling me that we are friends for me to recognize such. Until you say “Ichigo, we are good friends.” you are considered an acquaintance. It’s a problem that I didn’t know about until a month ago. We’re working on it.

Because of the Fifth of July, the two previous outlooks have indeed shifted! I now see birthdays as a yearly day when friends come out of their cracks and say “Hey! We’re friends!” My day was nothing out of the ordinary other than the constant reminder of the unbeatable overall AMAZINGness of my friends!! According to Patch Adams “A friends is the person who dances around in your mind.” Birthdays say “There’s a dance party in my head and it’s inside your head too!” Thank you everyone for the surprising numbers of text messages, phone calls, and facebook messages!! You made my ordinary birthday special on an ordinary day. How do you do it??

Props to Gillette for the fantastic surprise! Peter made a close second with a letter from Japan.

Happy First Week of July!!!

Letter from Japan!
See the brown envelope? That's from Japan. See the big chicken that's hiding from the thunderstorm? That's actually my brother's dog.