About ten years ago I met this nice guy. He was a bit of a nerd, he was sweet, & I liked him. On our first date he took me to see some kids movie about a little boy who found out he was a wizard. I had heard about the books but I figured they were just for 10 year old children. Almost as soon as the movie was finished I wanted to read the books. I was wrong! These books weren't just for kids. They were well written & the story they held took us on an adventure of a lifetime.
Our imaginations were opened wider & deeper than we ever thought they could go. There wasn't such a thing as "impossible". Life opened up into something more that was filled with magic & not just the kind of spells,wands, & potions but of something deeper in what real friends are made of. Kids learned to believe in themselves a little stronger. Adults learned to listen a little deeper to the kid inside of them (some of us never stopped listening). Life became just a little more fun because we were waving wands about the place.
The deeper I went into the world of Hogwarts & strolled the streets of Diagon Alley (with a few turns down Knockturn Alley) the more I loved it. We laughed when the characters that had become our friends were happy. We wept at their losses & even screamed at the books when the worst things imaginable happened. We grew with their strengths & sometimes struggled to understand our own weaknesses in them. We knew how to relate to them better than the outside world at times.
I will never forget how I felt the first time I watched Harry pick up his wand. I have my husband to thank for introducing me to the madness of Hogwarts, the love of the Burrow, & the power that is the Dark Lord.
Now that the end is here, we will be gathered together with friends dressed as our favorite characters. We will cry as we did when we read the books. For me it has been ten years but for the children that read the books from the beginning it has been even longer & they are now grown up. The end might be here as far as the movies are concerned but the magic will live on in us forever.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Doctor Who for Kids & Adults
Doctor Who & hiding behind the couch. Is it still a show for the entire family? YES! As as child I found the monsters terrifying & many old school Whovians will tell you the same thing. The saying about hiding behind the sofa comes from days even earlier than when Tom Baker fought off monsters with Jelly Babies. I didn’t hide behind the couch, I sat next to my mom & would put my head under the lap blanket that stayed on the couch & would bury my face in the couch itself. I was scared that if I left the safety of the sofa that the monsters would get me.
Now as adults the monsters are just as scary but now we don’t have to ignore the zippers. There are stronger sets, better designs & writers that have been fans of the show since early childhood. True the show has taken on a darker aspect but if you look back to some of the episodes that you loved as a child your favorites are probably the ones that terrified you to the point of almost peeing your pants on more than one occasion.
We love to be scared! Why do you think there are so many horror films being release every other day? We enjoy being terrified but at the same time always knowing that there is a hero that will save the day & rescue us all from the monsters. It doesn’t matter how dark it may get or how terrible things might seem, we know the Doctor will swoop down in his Blue Box & make everything good prevail in the face of darkness & evil. That Mad Man With A Box shows the goodness we have within ourselves to make the universe a better place to live in.
The show was always intended for children & has been a family show. It has been ridiculous at times & makes us laugh no matter what our age. It has also made us cry & touched on subjects that might seem a bit mature for younger audiences. I feel though it’s giving us a healthy platform to use to talk to our children about such things as depression, homosexuality, loss or even death & how we can help each other through our personal problems & conquer fears. There are subjects that other ‘family’ shows are afraid to touch but I don’t think there has come a subject yet that is too taboo for Doctor Who.
Throughout the years The Doctor has made me feel more at home in my own skin than I felt on my own. No matter which actor is playing the part there is always something that touches my very soul when I see him in action. He shows that actions speak louder than words but gives such depth & meaning to his words that you wonder how anyone could shoulder the weight of them.
Yes there are terrible episodes & there have been writers that deserve to be strung up for the travesty they forced upon our beloved show. Even then we have fun laughing at their terribleness & have been shown in the case of the 1996 movie that it could have been so much worse. Still today when watching old episodes I chuckle when the sets shake or when the obviousness of the green screen gives it a bit of a cheesy factor. Those are the episodes nearest & dearest to my own heart because of the memories I hold with them from childhood. I wonder sometimes if my fear of spiders didn’t come from Planet of the Spiders ‘cause it scared me so much. That takes me right back to the beginning. We love being scared & I remember one day playing with a granddaddy long-leg & the next day being terrified that they would jump on me.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Apocalypse When?
It’s been a while since I wrote anything & I know that I have a ton of nerdy things I should have written about but I picked something not quite so nerdy that I needed to rant about this time.
For those that actually thought that the rapture was going to happen May 21st at 6pm I wonder if they ever actually read a Bible at any time in their lives or if they just believed what ever bullshit that someone else told them to believe. God said that no one would know the day or the hour and when God says “I have a secret” you had better believe it’s a secret! I mean it’s not like he was mister subtle about other crap in that book of His. He laid down the law pretty heavy in the Old Testament. In the New Testament He chilled out a bit but He still told us everything He wanted us to know. He knows us & knows that if we knew exactly when He was coming back that we would party non stop & be complete douche bags until the very last minute. Part of me wants to feel sorry for those that believed the rapture was going to happen today but then another part of me just laughs at their stupidity. I’ve read reports of suicides of people devastated that it didn’t happen. Once again I want to feel sorry for them but then I think evolution is weeding out the stupid. God calls for us to be compassionate but I know that is one place where I fall VERY short. I know I am far from perfect but God knows I try ‘cause I talk with Him on a regular basis. If you aren’t a believer then don’t judge me ‘cause I’m not going to judge you. We all have our difference in opinions & beliefs & to each his own but there are times when certain religious groups make a bad name for the rest of the world....maybe even the universe. I do hope that you won’t judge all Christians as being complete basket cases because some crazy group decided to follow some nut job that said his math was right in predicting God’s actions.
Besides when I go to heaven it's going to be in the TARDIS. Ya know, just sayin'.
For those that actually thought that the rapture was going to happen May 21st at 6pm I wonder if they ever actually read a Bible at any time in their lives or if they just believed what ever bullshit that someone else told them to believe. God said that no one would know the day or the hour and when God says “I have a secret” you had better believe it’s a secret! I mean it’s not like he was mister subtle about other crap in that book of His. He laid down the law pretty heavy in the Old Testament. In the New Testament He chilled out a bit but He still told us everything He wanted us to know. He knows us & knows that if we knew exactly when He was coming back that we would party non stop & be complete douche bags until the very last minute. Part of me wants to feel sorry for those that believed the rapture was going to happen today but then another part of me just laughs at their stupidity. I’ve read reports of suicides of people devastated that it didn’t happen. Once again I want to feel sorry for them but then I think evolution is weeding out the stupid. God calls for us to be compassionate but I know that is one place where I fall VERY short. I know I am far from perfect but God knows I try ‘cause I talk with Him on a regular basis. If you aren’t a believer then don’t judge me ‘cause I’m not going to judge you. We all have our difference in opinions & beliefs & to each his own but there are times when certain religious groups make a bad name for the rest of the world....maybe even the universe. I do hope that you won’t judge all Christians as being complete basket cases because some crazy group decided to follow some nut job that said his math was right in predicting God’s actions.
Besides when I go to heaven it's going to be in the TARDIS. Ya know, just sayin'.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
My path to finding inner beauty
I've done so much since I posted last & this rant isn't going to be much about being a geek. Well sort of, but not really.
I've been looking back on myself, how I have changed physically, spiritually, & mentally. Changing inwardly has taken a serious toll on how I appear physically. I was the awkward child all elbows & knees, uncomfortable in my own skin proverbially & physically. I knew I wasn't an attractive child but I tried to at least be cute. Once I finally grew up a little into my late teens early twenties I managed to have that cuteness. At which point I was already viewed by too many as the "sweet cute sister" type. I wanted more so I pressed on to search out how to become sexy, little did I know that it was something that would come at a price. I lost my innocence that made me so loving, forgiving, wondering, exploring life & the world around me with such sweetness that would put a diabetic into a coma. I had foolishly entered a marriage with a foolish man. My heart was shattered & my soul was crushed but it wasn't until I was physically beaten that I became wise enough to leave.
As I left & closed the door to that part of my life, I unknowingly closed the door to the part of me that was cute. I gained knowledge that comes from making harsh mistakes but it made me walk with an all new confidence. Gaining that confidence is when I was first called "sexy". I spent time & effort to keep my physical appearance up to that level of sexy but a piece of me longed for the ease of cuteness that had become a natural part of me.
I found a good man & fell in love. By the time I had met him, I had made a list of all the basic things I wanted in a man: No tobacco or any kind of drug use, not a musician, must have a steady job & not just something at a gas station but a good career, a great sense of humor that understood my own, not a father 'cause I was tired of getting attached to the kids then finding out their dad was an ass. My husband met all of the basic requirements & more. He has made me laugh so much since I met him, that I have laugh lines around my mouth.
A few years after marrying him I became very sick. My misdiagnosed genetic condition had finally caught up with me & my body declared it would take no more. I spent the better part of 2 years in the hospital & my spirit withered. Being ill in such a manner will change a persons entire self. My physical form changed as I was stuck as an invalid for so long & so did my mental state. I have mentioned to some about when I knew I was about to die. I remember praying that God give me the strength to tell my family that I loved them before I died. That was my last thought before waking a day later much to the relief of everyone around. My spirit was never quite the same after that.
Some time later I realized that I no longer had the "sexy" I did before. I was old (or I felt old) sick & my body had lost so much muscle that my shape had become altered. I also had a lot of IV holes in me which didn't help. My husband would tell me that I was sexy but as others can tell you; our husbands often see us with their hearts not their eyes. I am thankful he sees me with his heart & at the same time I have taken on the attitude of the old married woman.
In the hardships I have faced & the knowledge & security that I am loved no matter what I look like on the outside, I have found what it really means to have true inner beauty. That beauty shows outwardly & though I no longer have that cute smile or those sexy mischievous eyes, I have found that I can look in the mirror & see a beautiful creature. I may not always be happy with how my hair looks or, the blemishes I still get on my face even though I'm in my 30s, or the fact that I now have cellulite that came from being stuck in a hospital bed. I might get frustrated at my laugh lines from time to time but I wouldn't trade them for the world. They remind me of how much laughter my husband has brought into my life.
I would love for other women to realize their own true beauty. It shines throughout & makes the world around them a more beautiful place to live in. No one & nothing can make you more or less beautiful than you already are. And you know what? The Doctor was one that helped me come to that realization. Wow I almost went an entire rant with out mentioning my beloved Doctor, that almost never happens. I think that if I could use the TARDIS & go back to my teens to tell myself one thing, it would be to always believe in myself no matter what. I think The Doctor would be okay with that.
I've been looking back on myself, how I have changed physically, spiritually, & mentally. Changing inwardly has taken a serious toll on how I appear physically. I was the awkward child all elbows & knees, uncomfortable in my own skin proverbially & physically. I knew I wasn't an attractive child but I tried to at least be cute. Once I finally grew up a little into my late teens early twenties I managed to have that cuteness. At which point I was already viewed by too many as the "sweet cute sister" type. I wanted more so I pressed on to search out how to become sexy, little did I know that it was something that would come at a price. I lost my innocence that made me so loving, forgiving, wondering, exploring life & the world around me with such sweetness that would put a diabetic into a coma. I had foolishly entered a marriage with a foolish man. My heart was shattered & my soul was crushed but it wasn't until I was physically beaten that I became wise enough to leave.
As I left & closed the door to that part of my life, I unknowingly closed the door to the part of me that was cute. I gained knowledge that comes from making harsh mistakes but it made me walk with an all new confidence. Gaining that confidence is when I was first called "sexy". I spent time & effort to keep my physical appearance up to that level of sexy but a piece of me longed for the ease of cuteness that had become a natural part of me.
I found a good man & fell in love. By the time I had met him, I had made a list of all the basic things I wanted in a man: No tobacco or any kind of drug use, not a musician, must have a steady job & not just something at a gas station but a good career, a great sense of humor that understood my own, not a father 'cause I was tired of getting attached to the kids then finding out their dad was an ass. My husband met all of the basic requirements & more. He has made me laugh so much since I met him, that I have laugh lines around my mouth.
A few years after marrying him I became very sick. My misdiagnosed genetic condition had finally caught up with me & my body declared it would take no more. I spent the better part of 2 years in the hospital & my spirit withered. Being ill in such a manner will change a persons entire self. My physical form changed as I was stuck as an invalid for so long & so did my mental state. I have mentioned to some about when I knew I was about to die. I remember praying that God give me the strength to tell my family that I loved them before I died. That was my last thought before waking a day later much to the relief of everyone around. My spirit was never quite the same after that.
Some time later I realized that I no longer had the "sexy" I did before. I was old (or I felt old) sick & my body had lost so much muscle that my shape had become altered. I also had a lot of IV holes in me which didn't help. My husband would tell me that I was sexy but as others can tell you; our husbands often see us with their hearts not their eyes. I am thankful he sees me with his heart & at the same time I have taken on the attitude of the old married woman.
In the hardships I have faced & the knowledge & security that I am loved no matter what I look like on the outside, I have found what it really means to have true inner beauty. That beauty shows outwardly & though I no longer have that cute smile or those sexy mischievous eyes, I have found that I can look in the mirror & see a beautiful creature. I may not always be happy with how my hair looks or, the blemishes I still get on my face even though I'm in my 30s, or the fact that I now have cellulite that came from being stuck in a hospital bed. I might get frustrated at my laugh lines from time to time but I wouldn't trade them for the world. They remind me of how much laughter my husband has brought into my life.
I would love for other women to realize their own true beauty. It shines throughout & makes the world around them a more beautiful place to live in. No one & nothing can make you more or less beautiful than you already are. And you know what? The Doctor was one that helped me come to that realization. Wow I almost went an entire rant with out mentioning my beloved Doctor, that almost never happens. I think that if I could use the TARDIS & go back to my teens to tell myself one thing, it would be to always believe in myself no matter what. I think The Doctor would be okay with that.
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