Archive for February, 2003

Today’s “Found” Journaling word is:

Miracles

I think miracles are an interesting concept. The Roman Catholic church has regulations and bylaws regarding miracles and what can be claimed as a miracle (thereby leading to canonization, theoretically).

People claim that things are miracles all of the time. We have miracle babies (and while I do think that giving birth is one of the most amazing things in the world…is it a miracle???), miracle miles, etc. Aren’t miracles supposed to be a once in a lifetime thing? Isn’t that what makes them miracles?

So…now ABC has this new show, Miracles. It started off with an employee of THE CHURCH (heh) going around and confirming or denying miracles. He gets tired of this because there are so few miracles and goes on a sabbatical from chasing miracles. Whew! That’s a mouthful.

He lands in Arizona (it’s a place full of miracles, let me tell you…we have the Grand Canyon, afterall! ) and goes to Cottonwood (which is in the high desert, central Arizona) to meet a boy who can heal people by touching them. Problem is, it’s killing the boy.

The man witnessing a true miracle but then the boy has to die to save the man who can go on to witness more miracles.

The problem is…we’re now into the paranormal. Last night’s episode played on “entities” that want to kill mankind.

What does that have to do with a miracle? I dunno…but the show is kind of interesting, anyway. Heh.

This word came to me in a silly commercial on the radio this morning. It reminded me of the show last night. It made me think of what a real miracle would be.

I haven’t seen one. Have you?

Today’s “Found” Journaling word is:

Water

This word choice comes to me because I have two bottles of water sitting on the desk in front of me and water is such an important part of our lives.

I was listening to “The Motley Fool” on NPR this weekend and one of the callers was a water conservationist from the San Francisco Bay area. The guys asked her to promote water conservation in 30 seconds. She said to drink more beer and pop and not water to conserve water. Hmmmmmm…except that I’m sure that the manufacturing of both of those takes up FAR more water than a person would drink.

I read recently that all humans shouldn’t drink 6-8 8 ounce glasses of water a day. This article said that each person’s body is different (obviously) and requires different amounts of water. It went on to say that those people who only require 4 glasses a day could be over-saturating their bodies and could end up with water poisoning (which is quite dangerous).

I’m picky about the kinds of water I drink. I don’t really like the taste of most tap water (unless it’s from a good well). I tend to like sweeter water. I don’t like most bottled waters but prefer Dasani if I’m going to drink bottled water. In fact, currently, I’m drinking a lot of Propel. It has that sweetness that I crave but it’s still all water.

I’m strange, I think. Most people tell me that they can’t taste a difference in bottled water. I can, though. I’ve had some that taste almost gritty or dirty to me. Yuck. Blech.

Water is a strange thing. I don’t really crave it. I have to force myself to drink it most of the time. And I don’t like it cold. It has to be room temperature.

Ok…maybe it’s not water that is the strange thing…but me. I already knew that, though. Heh.

Too much to do today to write but I wanted to tell you all to have the GREATEST weekend!
:-)

Today’s “Found” Journaling word is:

Baby Talk

All right…now you all get to see my dirty little secret come out. Heh.

I watch a lot of reality tv. I don’t know why but I’m drawn to it like a deer in the headlights. Ugh. It’s ugly. It’s dirty. It’s the worst of the worst and yet I go back again and again. Maybe my life is too boring and I have to spice it up with really ugly humanity. I dunno.

Ok…so, anyway…I’m watching The Bachelorette last night and I notice that Trista talks baby talk all of the time. I don’t mean occasionally, I mean that she uses it carelessly and constantly. It started grating on my nerves.

I’m not a big fan of baby talk with babies, even. I talk to my niece and nephew in my normal voice, for the most part. I speak more quietly with them but it is normal language. I’m put off by baby talk. It’s silly, to me, to hear an adult speaking as if he or she is a little kid.

I guess I’m wondering if this is attractive to other people. It must be to some because Trista isn’t doing too badly with the men she’s stringing along. They keep coming back.