Saturday, December 26, 2009

Natural Occurrence

I woke up one morning with a fo-hawk hairstyle as my morning bedhead. I kept it that way for the rest of the day, and then the next day I woke up with it automatically styled like that again.
Is this naturally occurring, or is it inspired hair by hair fairies who come to me and style my hair while I am fast asleep? Either way, I think it's a sign for a change.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Twas My Memories of Christmas Eve

Christmas Season reminds me of some of my childhood memories and my ideas for my future Christmas years to come.
My Earliest Christmas Memory- I was around 5 years old living in Nevada in the small town of Tonopah where I was born. The only thing I can remember is that I was with my brother Brandon, sister Brisa and my mom waiting for Santa to come on Christmas Eve to our apt. We were so worried that Santa wasn't going to be able to make it to our home, because we had no chimney for Santa to slide down. My mom reassured us that he would be coming. In fact, he was going to be coming in a big red firetruck. Since our apt complex didn't have a chimneys, he used a firetruck to get around. I can remember him coming to our door with other fire fire fighters and giving us a present out of his sack. I have no idea what it was. That's all I can remember.
Christmas traditions- We used to anxiously await Christmas morning. Every little kid is so eager to open up presents and play with his or her new toys. I had heard of the tradition to open at least one gift on Christmas Eve. I don't think my mom would let us do this until one year when we convinced her to let us open just one present. I don't recall how old I was, probably 14. We all opened up our one gift. It was late at night and we all got excited for more. Somehow my mom was persuaded to let us open up the rest of the presents. This tradition continued as long as I can remember with my mom and siblings.
Christmas for my future family- Some the best Christmas stories I ever heard were when I was in high school. My history teacher Mr. Murphy used to tell his students about his yearly Christmas stories that he wrote for his adopted kids. He would write a very long story about Snow Goblins, and Santa's helpers. He would spend several months out of the year working on this story that turned out to be chapters every year that added to the big story that he created.
One year the Snow Goblins captured Santa. Santa couldn't escape the Goblin prison and the kids wouldn't be get any presents. This really worried the kids. One Sunday in primary school, one of Mr. Murphy's kids gave a prayer and asked that God would help Santa to escape the Snow Goblines, so that they would be able to have a Christmas. Of course the teachers heard this prayer and thought the family had money issues and created the story to help the kids understand why they wouldn't be getting anything for Christmas. Eventually the bishop caught wind of the prayer and soon enough Mr. Murphy was in the bishop's office. It was a great story, just some misunderstanding.
My favorite thing about these stories were that they taught the kids a lot about the Christmas fairytale and spirit. I believe they still believed in Santa unitil an older age. It was a family tradition that was talked about all year long. The story was even tied into Santa's actual visit. I'd like to have a similar tradition with my future family someday.
Another funny thing my teacher did was to wake the kids up on Christmas Eve when Santa was "on the roof". He would put a red light on the roof to give the illusion of Rudolph's nose, and tied a rope to the tree branches on the side of the house to elude the kids to believe that Reindeer were walking on the roof. He would go outside and turn the light on while his wife would get the kids up and run outside to investigate. As soon as the kids saw the red glow on the roof they all freaked out and ran back inside and jumped in bed. This way Santa would be able to deliver their gifts while they were sleeping.
I have these ideas and so many more in mind. I can't wait to continue with Christmas fantasy stories, and entertain my own family with Christmas tales some day. Of course the real reason of Christmas is to celebrate the birth and life of Christ. These teachings will be a top priority as well.
Merry Christmas to everyone that enjoys reading my blogs!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

When you can relate to music

I have been listening to music on my iPod a lot lately and noticed that there are a ton of songs that have been written about love. After going through a breakup, I have noticed more than ever before how much songs relate to me and my situation in some way or another. It's funny how artists experience different things in their own relationships and then later write about them in a song. It seems that most songs are about love for some reason, but I also noticed that these songs usually go two ways; Break up, or just in love songs.
I think most everybody experiences the same kinds of problems with their own relationships and this is why so many people relate to the music that they listen to. There are only so many ways things can go in a relationship. Every relationship is an experience that not only helps you to figure out what it is you want in a significant other, but at the same time helps you to become more aware yourself, and who you really are. Needless to say, I need to stop listening to such sappy music :)
This song is 10 years old from a group called El Canto del Loco (The crazy song) It reminds me of how those of us who are still single, are single because it's always someone in the relationship that ends up liking the the other person more than the other person likes you in return. That's what this song is all about. No matter how hard he tries, nothing seems to be working for him. He always seems to like the girl more than she likes him, and he's tired of the same cycle. A friend of mine told me this once, "In relationships, the power lies with whoever cares the least... But power isn't happiness. Happiness comes from caring the most." This is true to me, because you are the happiest when you do acts of charity for each other. When you do acts of service for your fellow being, you're only in the service of God. That is where true happiness is found.

Vivir Asi Es Morir De Amor(Living like this is dying of love)
The reason always tricks me
And dominates my heart.
I don't know how to fight against love
I'm always going to fall in love
With someone who doesn't fall in love with me
That is why my soul cries.

And I can't do it anymore
I can't do in anymore
The same story always repeats
And I can't do it anymore
I can't do it anymore
I'm fed up with going around in circles

(Chorus)
Living like this is dying of love
Love is why my soul is wounded
For love...
I don't have anymore lives than this life
Melancholy (sadness)
Living like this is dying of love
I'm a begger for her kisses
I'm your friend
And I want to be something more than that
Melancholy

My being is always over come
my serenity turns into craziness
And I'm filled with bitterness
I'm always going to fall in love
With someone who doesn't fall in love with me
And that is why my soul cries

And I can't do it anymore
I can't do in anymore
The same story always repeats
And I can't do it anymore
I can't do it anymore
I'm fed up with going around in circles