14 December 2012

Come out wishing star. Come out, come out. Where ever you are

Catch a Falling Star
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!

For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!

There's a meteor shower tonight that the Jennifer Broome from channel two said I would be unable to see because of cloud coverage. Instead, I had a magical night. For a moment, I wasn't me anymore. i didn't have to be awake in 5 hours to pull on my work boots and get to work. I didn't have to worry about the laundry I hadn't folded, the dishes I hadn't washed or the bags I hadn't packed. For a moment I was in a world where the only thing that mattered were the falling stars.

I grew up with many theories.
Shooting stars were angels' tears. This made me sad. Angels shouldn't ever be sad.
Tears were hello's from the proverbial "other side" - That's creepy.
Other theories I'd heard was that shooting stars were signs that someone just came to Earth.

As a kid, I wanted nothing more than to catch one of these other-worldly splendors. I wished to be transported to another world. A world of magic.
For just that moment, I was in that world, created by the mind of 5 year-old Dibe. Full of Unicorns and Wangdoodles and other copyrighted creatures that took residence in this world.

That old song by Winnie the Pooh - Come out moon. My heart sings that out.
Come out moon Come out wishing star.
Come out, come out. Where ever you are.
I'm out here in the dark, all alone and wide awake
Come and find me.
I'm empty and I'm cold and my hearts' about to break
Come and find me
I need you to come here and find me,
cause without you I'm totally lost.
I've hung a wish on every star. It hasn't done much good so far.

06 December 2012

Turning a new leaf.

Today I started my campaign for better health. I spent a bunch of money on healthy food. I spent an hour at the gym and I sent up an actual menu.
I'm actually pretty excited. When I changed schedules I put on weight that I had worked so hard to lose two years ago. So, now I'm back to the grind. I don't have many specific goals, other then to lose the 10lbs I put on.

At the end of this, I want more energy, I want to make all areas of my life a little less chaotic.

I guess now is a good time to drop a bomb, I'm going to Iraq. I'm going as a privately contracted EMT. I'll be on the military base catering to the men and women out yonder. It's a twelve month contract. Now I just need to wait for the Department of Defense to decide that I'm indeed safe to be around America's Finest. So in preparation, I'm learning Arabic (Thank you, Rosetta Stone!), I want to learn some popular traditional Iraqi food. International night anyone?

So, this gym is pretty awesome. So far. All one day that I've been a member. The personal trainer isn't a drill sergeant, he wasn't cruel about the busted knee. All in all, a good experience

In other news, it's Christmas season! I love the Christmas season. People are happy. People are kind. I wish the Spirit of Christmas lasted all the time. I love that. I initially thought that I would be in Iraq for Christmas, and while I don't expect a White Christmas, I'm excited to spend this Christmas with my family. Well technically, I work on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. But home enough. Maybe that's why this Christmas seems so special.

Sunday we're expecting snow and fourteen degree weather! Bring it Mother Nature, bring it! :)