Christmas is a special time of the year

You know what is so funny, I mean interesting? I just realized that people like to find people that are just like them. I know that sounds so simplistic, yet there is some strange linear logic to it.

On another note, I wanted to wish the biggest birthday wishes to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday! There's that song that goes: "Jesus it's your birthday, Happy Happy Birthday!" One more time now, break it down. Oh... I better calm down...talking to myself now.

It's a miracle I tell you, the story of Christmas, how God in all his glory came down in the form of a man. This man they call Jesus. This man, we know as Jesus, in celebration of Christmas was born in a manger. I remember when I was young, I vaguely have some faint memories of dressing up like an animal for a school play. I don't remember the animal, but I think I was supposed to be an animal in the Nativity scene. The Nativity scene, the imagery of a humble birthplace of God, of Jesus. It's pretty amazing I tell ya. What is something else to fathom is how Mary, who was a virgin was to give birth to Jesus. She was supposed to marry Joseph and somehow God decided to let her be the mother of the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords. Pretty interesting. It's almost like an all too famililar soap opera or prime time reality tv show.

"Like.. did you hear about so and so was pregnant? Better yet, she was pregnant and poor girl don't even know whose baby it is. She thinks it's the Messiah, she thinks it's God. "

I can't imagine. But somehow in the story of Jesus' birth, came the story that lined up with God's greatest gift to the world. Jesus born, then Jesus lived, Jesus died, and Jesus resurrected, and Jesus now is in Heaven and anyone is welcome to receive the gift of salvation. God's infinite love and grace is open for all to partake.

What is salvation? I'll write more about that next time.

I'm getting sleepy. This weekend was precious. Christmas is a special time of the year. The lights, the crisp cool winter air, the gatherings, the meals, the times of prayer and times of laughter.

I received a total of three different gifts pertaining to coffee, either coffee maker, or coffee mugs, or personal coffee presser. I think there is a theme here. But someone told me that coffee isn't that good for you. I agree on most ocassions with them.

Back to the commonality comment in the beginning of this entry. What I am trying to illustrate here is that when people have commonality, there is a common denominator, not so much a math problem, but food for thought. When people have things in common then it becomes easier to associate yourself with people possibly much like yourself.

Hmmm.. food for thought. Weekend entry out for now.

Peace

Christmas is just four days away

I am pretty excited about Christmas. It seems every year there is always something that makes each year interesting.

If I can recall, I believe it wasn't until I was in high school that I fully realized the true meaning of Christmas, and the miracle of this season.

I shall write more about this later.

Till then,

Merry Christmas

Life in a glimpse

My dear precious Uncle Alfred passed away tonight.

Rest in peace Uncle Alfred. We love you. God loves you.

87 years old.

Poop and pee stink I tell ya

I can't believe that tonight when I got home, low and behold there was a gift on my bedroom carpet waiting for me. I shall call it stanky poo. Stanky poo it was indeed. As I looked closer, stanky poo had some stanky pee right next to it.

It stank and I screamed because I wasn't expecting it to be right there. This morning I just finished using this carpet stain and odor remover for that same spot. Crazy I tell ya. The funny thing is that I was telling my friend this morning how I was cleaning up the spot and how difficult it was to get it out. She told me that I need to add water to the fresh stain and then use the stain remover.

In any case, I am quite perturbed. I finally got the nerves to pick up the poo and place it where it belongs, in the trash. I have also learned my lesson to keep my bedroom door shut during the day hours when I am not home. The funny thing is that both my sister and my brother have a Chihuahua and that I have noticed that the two times I have found poo in my room, it looked different. Tonight my brother came over with his dog, so it could have been his dog that left that behind. Who knows eh? Kinda like a guessing game if you ask me.

I better stop rambling about my poo stories. Time to switch subjects.

On another note, I think I am driving to Fresno this weekend for a day to visit my Uncle Alfred. I heard he has been in the hospital for some time... Uncle Alfred I pray that you will get better soon.

I had gnochi for dinner tonight with pesto sauce. It was pretty good. Gnochi is like potato dumplings. The first time I ate those, (I hope I spelled it right), I was hooked. It was kinda like little pieces of carb balls rolled up in sauce. Yum. Something I have noticed that I have in common with all my coworkers wherever I work is our love of food. Food is always a topic of conversation that gets people talking. My coworker asked me if I had one food item left to eat forever, what would it be. At first I said that was a hard question. I originially was thinking hamburger, for its sustenance and protein and juicy flavors, but then I have been in this burrito kick for a while, so I said burrito. But I don't know if that was what I really meant or if it was all I could envision myself eating. Funneee! I think it is funny. He said he thought I was going to say rice.

Rice and beans.

Well, I am wired. I had a cup of coffee like an hour ago. I used to think that coffee didn't do that to me, but I think the caffeine does indeed hang out for a while. I think I shall do some reading and some editing if I can stay up that late.

Oh - one more thing that was pretty cool. On my way to work I met this older woman, elderly woman sort of. She was walking on 20th avenue, further down Noriega street. She was an elderly Asian woman, bundled up with grandma style clothing with a band around her waist, using a cane, and kinda looked like she was doing some therapy for herself in her walking. She had a lot of extra layers around one of her feet, and the band around her waist. But something about her made me stop. I absolutely love old people. I think I am an old person in a younger person's body. ha ha , not really. But I first waved to her, she smiled. Then as I was about to drive away I rolled down my window and said, "What's your name?" in Chinese. She said 'Jang'. Then she asked me for my name. At first I couldn't quite understand what she was asking, so I said 'Judy' and when that didn't seem to roll off my tongue with all the Chinese consonants, I told her my Chinese name. She smiled after that. I am assuming because she understood at least some part of what I was sayinig. That put a smile on my face. The simplicity of saying hello can warm the heart.

-peace and smooches from jc-

Tilll later.