Articles 1, 2, and 3 : Giants will take over the world, Milkmen are desperately needed, Acceptance is a road less traveled.

Let's dive on into this smorgusboard of thoughts shall we?

Rant and or Grievance #1: Giants will take over the world. 

This is not meant to be a good idea.  Just a thought.  I go vintage shopping and although it is in my genetics to have a large head the smallness of the hats I try to wear at these vintage shops (normally the hats are around the time of the 40's) I find is inexcusable to my personal genetics. Hardly anyone else can wear these hats either.  So I find myself in thought and research to learn that the human race has taken an increase in size since the beginning of the 19th century.  Which leads me to giants.  Are we becoming giants?  Is there a catapult of the pituitary gland in the human race just waiting to spring?  And if so, what does that mean for the world?  A larger race of people will of course take up more space, and more food which means more land for crops and livestock, also more necessary resources which many we are not in a infinite supply of, which leads to small spaces of living and more space required for land.  And with resources being so scarce there will probably be a steep decline in the middle class leaving only the extreme upper class and extreme lower classes.  Possibly resulting in Midevil days of manors, nobles, serfs, peasants, etc.  And this can only end up resulting in much larger guillitens, or a much larger Robin Hood.  But either way I feel this is just a bad idea.  

Rant and or Grievance #2:  Milkmen are desperately needed.  

Living on my own now I realize how much I would love to have a milkman.  And seeing how the city can provide to employ a man to ride around in a specialized truck (much like a milk truck) that plays snappy tunes and hands out ice cream to any paying customers I don't see why we can't also bring back the milkman.  

This is why I am not entirely happy with the economy right now.  I do not want to go to Wal-mart and buy milk.  I want it delivered on my door in a pretty glass bottle.  I want to put in an order of 1 pint of milk every 5 days and then if I need more there is good ol' George (Assuming his name would be George) to provide it and if not, that's ok.  He'll be back around in a couple of days.  You may call me lazy on this subject to not want to go to the store, and maybe I am stuck in my nostalgia days were I dream of a time of people riding bicycles everywhere and "Easter Parade" playing in the town square by a barbershop quartet (all official barbers of course with the red and blue swirling pole) but that is just me.  

And Finally Rant not really a grievance #3: Acceptance is a road less travelled. 

There's this song by a guy named Michael Rossback called "Let Go" and years ago I wrote down a short lyric from it and taped it on my mirror to help me not forget, "If I spent my life worrying, I'd miss the way you look at me."  I'm such a one track tunnel visioned girl.  And I hate that it takes away so often to what I could see and focus on....which is lovliness (Phil. 4:8).  

I'm going to get personal here.  I'm that girl who has never really been the girlfriend.  Not that I couldn't be.  But I'm the one who is impressed by the oddest things.  If you have an extensive knowledge of The Chronicles of Narnia...that's a good sign in my book.  If you don't know what a wombat is, that is not a good sign.  I guess I've just always been so focused on something other than a romantic relationship or marriage or children.  I've never really felt wanting of anything.  I have amazing friends! Friends who re-enact the proposal scene from The Office for my birthday, take me caroling in May, act as my fairy godmother and give me tiaras and parties and owls!  I have a family that helps me out way more than I deserve and give me stories to laugh at and quirks to keep me smiling.  I have SO many kids in my life through my work and my family that I NEVER go a day without feeling unconditionally loved and without a multitude of hugs.  Even my co-workers are the bomb.  My boss is my stand-in therapist on off days and my dog knows tricks :) I have a bright yellow bicycle I can ride around town in, I love making friends with strangers I meet anywhere and everywhere, I'm sincerely LOVED for being me...genuinely me.  I've never felt the need to do or find more.  It's beautiful what is just naturally a part of my life.  

However, the day came at age uhm...mid-twenties (barely mid-twenties I might add) that I looked at a picture I took and seen it.  BAGS!  BAGS UNDER MY EYES!  Everyone else swears they aren't there but I seen them! I have photographic evidence! And maybe I can chalk it up to the fact that when I smile it takes up 85% of my face and lines are bound to show when I do smile to make room for that smile but still, there was no denying the fact that I am getting older and suddenly it's absolutely terrifying.  Because there it is...all over facebook....nicely sealed in envelopes being delievered to my mailbox, in my church, on my street.  EVERYONE IS MARRIED or already marrried and PREGNANT or is HAVING THEIR 2nd CHILD!  And where am I?  I am living in a small 2 bedroom house covered in ivy with my dog, my bicycle, and mint green clawfoot tub.  I have no dish network, no wifi, just an antenna and VHS/DVD combo sans remote and a 1920's typewriter (yes, I still type on). 

Let me also point out I realize I'm not that old.  I watch "Say Yes to the Dress" (only on occasion now when I'm somewhere that has more than KET ) and I see the cultural shift.  In the New York episodes there are women who sit down and are neatly dressed saying "Hi! I"m Kimberly!  I'm marrying the love of my life Scott....I just turned 30 and I know that's pretty young to be getting married but, I just love him so much!"  then you click over to the Atlanta version and see a woman whom could EASILY pass for 35 sit down and say, "Hi there! I'm Amanda! I'm marring my perfect cowboy Wes.  I'm 21 years old..." and I normally don't hear any more than that because I'm too busy in shock saying "WHAT!  Why DO YOU LOOK LIKE KATE GOSLIN FROM SEASON 3 IF YOU'RE ONLY 21!!!!"   But I'm also a southern girl and it's just how it works here for the most part.  And for the first time ever I heard something I had been blissfully unaware of.....tick.....tock....tick....tock.....

And the clock I heard was not the faux melting one hanging on my wall....it was biological and I wanted to take Florence Henderson's advice and "Run FAST!". 

So I did what the right Christian girl thing was to do.  I began praying for my future husband.  Now this act in and of itself is not wrong at all. But after a few days I began to think (as I do so recklessly) what if this part of my prayer is wasted.  That sounds harsh but I'm serious.  What if there really isn't anybody?  To be honest, it felt like it was just landing back on my bedroom floor.  I liken it to echo-location.....you send a sound/signal out but it never reaches anything to echo off of.  And at first this thought was terribly troubling.  Being old and alone has a terribly bad rap.  The Old Maid is the card we have grown up believing is the ONE card you DON'T want!  But then I thought, why?  

When I stopped worrying and looked around, I seen everyone and everything I had in my life....I've always had it, but it started out small, and now at mid-twenties the garden has surely grown to a lovely size and it grows still.  Is life terrible because I don't have a guy to sing "Call me Maybe" in the car with?  Have I stopped dancing because I don't have a boyfriend to dance with? Not at all, a lovely man-friend dipped me twice today and shared in the cupid shuffle!  So heregoes the key word.....Acceptance. I realized when I stop focusing on a small detail....and look up from a tiny crack in a pavement....I see a wonderland of this glorious life I've been given. There are so many looks, so many hugs, dances, and smiles, that I don't want to miss over worrying.  Not to say, I don't still pray.  But I am convinced my God will supply all my needs (Phil. 4:19) and I apparently do not need a husband right now.  Maybe Later. :)