I'm So Blue

Ya know the song, right?  The one that Madame Blueberry sings in Veggie Tales: "I'm so blue-ew-ew, blue-ew-ew, blue-ew-ew-ewwww!  I'm so blue I don't know what to do!"

Veggie Tales rock!  I love kid movies. (Now entering into adult mode)

Anyway, hello again.  I'm sporting a headache and some nasty stomach acid today, besides a wild head of hair and a black pair of baggy sweats that say "Combat Zone" on the hind quarters.  I never wear them in public.  Well, I did once, late at night when I was doing an ice cream run at Wal-Mart.  I didn't realize that Wal-Mart was the place to hang on a Friday night (obviously I don't get out much), I thought I was safe.  But no, when you have "Combat Zone" written on your behind, it begs people to read it, and thus they did.  Feeling a bit embarrassed as I saw more than a fair share of eyes enjoy reading my toosh, I swore I'd never go out in public again...until I needed more ice cream, that is. So, yes, that is the run down on my black baggy Combat Zone sweats.

I read something interesting today, as I was lying in bed with my wild hair and churning stomach, surfing the web on my phone.  I was strolling through forums, bilingual ones, and learning the meanings of different phrases and their origins.  I stumbled across a thread on "media naranja," which is a sweet term in Spanish that looses it's sugar once translated.  Literally it means "half of an orange," but the coined phrase is much sweeter.  It can translate into English as your "other half," your "soulmate," your "main squeeze," or be representative of your spouse or significant other.  Yet, still all these translations don't match the original.  If I read my Spanish correctly, the phrase actually came from Plato and his spin on the emergence of the sexes, how a sexless being who lived in complete harmony disobeyed the gods and got punished by being split in two, female and male, and wondered the earth looking for it's other half.

I do not buy into Hollywood's proposal that there is but one soulmate for every person.  Romantic, yes.  Realistic, no.  Good for movies, sure.  Good for real life? I beg to differ. It's more of a poison, I think, if you hold this standard as truth, for you could very easily leave a mediocre relationship in search of your soulmate, only to find that the search is a never ending one (says the cynic with nasty stomach acid and wild hair).  I think it is more probable that there are people with whom you are compatible, some more than others, and you would be wise to pick your "other half," so to speak, from the (very practical, I might add) pool of worthy, compatible people.  And, yes, we are very fortunate to be able to choose.

I don't know if I could have been one to survive an arranged marriage.  I mean, look at how Romeo and Juliet fared.  Forced to marry out of duty to the one their heart did not yearn for.  Sipping on forbidden love (which surely was all the more intoxicating) only to end in death.  Oh the irony!  Death, I say!  Of course, that wasn't real life, but I don't care because this is MY blog and I make the rules here.  You don't agree?   Well go get your own blog and vent about it.

They say that opposites attract, and I do agree, but I would offer the input that if an opposite is an extreme opposite, that you may want to enter with caution.  After all, what good is a "media naranja" if one if you is an orange and the other a cantaloupe?  I dare say there just may be some issues within this union.

Which brings to mind the fact that I really do enjoy fruit.  Especially melons.  I did purchase some organic gala apples the other day, talk about instant refreshment for the tastebuds!  Yuummmmmmy.

So, as I ramble on, I do enjoy the origins of things and feeding my brain with things I will, no doubt, forget in a matter of time because I have no real, everyday use for much of what I feed my grey matter.  I find the Romance Languages to be very much romantic (shocking, isn't it?), this said from the woman who is often too practical, she forgets to be romantic. English simply pales in comparison to these luscious, fluid languages that roll off the tongue like silk in the wind.  Were I incredibly smart with all the time in the world, I would frolic in words, skip through fields of foreign languages, and ponder their origins all day long. That and I'd explore the world of quantum physics, which I find so very fascinating.

Many things I have put on hold to raise children and see to it that other's needs are met, and this often leaves me exhausted with too little time for expeditions beyond my kitchen.  Sometimes I feel my brain has stagnated, but then I remind myself that there is great honor, though no prestige, in raising the next generation.  'Tis a lost art, I dare say.

I sat by a woman on the flight from Anchorage to Seattle; she was such a dear.  I would have adopted her had she no one to care for her.  She was a stay at home mother of 4, widowed now, and a presently a full time grandma.  I did not tell her that I had five children of my own and was also a stay at home mom.  But I enjoyed letting her know that her work was not less than that of a woman with a degree in the business realm, as she humbly thought herself of a lesser race for her lack of education.  I knew first hand of her sacrifice, when you lay down your personal interests to fulfill the needs of others; this is truly love, is it not?

Besides multi-tasking whilst typing and texting with co-workers in a different language, I have lost my train of thought, if indeed I had one, and now have a headache to accompany my biley stomach acid, wild hair, and let us not forget to mention my baggy black Combat Zone sweats.

And Madame Blueberry, may you come to peace with yourself for being so very blue.

Adue!