TIMER

I've always said to myself and to other people that it'd be awesome to have the novel of our lives. We'd know exactly what would happen, when to expect it and most importantly, we could be prepared for it. What I really meant by that was, we'd know exactly who we were getting married to. It sounds boring, almost like an arranged marriage, being "forced" to marry that person. But in my mind, it sounded great. It was a dream that I wished would come true. There would be no more guessing, no more wondering, no more heart breaks and no more wasting time.

Perfect.

But it's not perfect. I sat down to watch a movie the other day and I chose TIMER. I had no idea what the movie was about, but the cover looked interesting. I was definitely surprised by the reality of TIMER and how the world would be like. It was really a slap in the face or... wrist. It'd be terrible to know, it'd be terrible to be basing one's happiness on a timer instead of God's time or when you absolutely knew your ready for a relationship.

So TIMER is about a wrist watch that tells you exactly when you are going to meet the love of your life. When you turn 14, you can choose to get the watch for a low fee of $79.99 and viola, it will tell you the exact years, hours, days and minutes until you meet your true love. Once the watch zero's out, you are guaranteed to meet your love within 24 hours. All you have to do is look into your love's eyes and both of the timer's will beep and that's when you know you found them. Whatever happens after that is up to you. Yes, this method takes out the guess work, but it also takes out everything else as well. Sometimes people have to enter into relationships to learn more about themselves, to grow or even just to trust in God that they really don't know anything.

Not only that, the main character of the movie had a strange case. She was 31 and her timer hadn't even started yet. You find out later in the movie that is because the "love of her life" had chosen not to get the timer yet. She became so consumed with the timer though that she tossed away good relationships and guys that would have made her happy, maybe even more happy then who the timer chose for her. Finally, after allowing herself to fall in love with a guy that didn't have a timer, she decides to take her's off.

Great decision. That is, until her timer begins ticking away right at the moment they were about to take it off.

Five hours.

That is what her timer said. Only five hours until she met "him." The offer was too good to be true. Stay with the guy she honestly, truly fell in love with or pick the guy the timer said for her to be with. At the moment, she couldn't decide. She waited all those years, denied herself all that time. She had to at least know who it was. When her timer beeps and she see's "him," the world stops, time stops.. blah blah, but basically, she can't go back to the other guy now that she has "him." It's an unhappy, but happy ending, right?

Well what if her "true love" hadn't gotten the timer? Would she have continued to let life pass her, deny herself happiness?

If she had taken off the timer and chosen the other guy, would she have second guessed herself for the rest of her life? Wondered who the other guy was, the one she was "supposed" to be with?

Of course there is no real answer, but the reality is a scary one. I'm glad that we don't have those, that we don't have our life's novel, but that we have a better guarantee. God's guarantee. Guarantee that we will find the love of our lives, but that he/she will come when He thinks we are ready.

When the time is right.

The Lonely Cat Thief

Driving behind a mail truck, a sticker caught my eye, "Stealing mail is five years in prison." I thought about this and considered the type of person that would steal mail.

There are five types I can think of:

A. Person that is looking for checks, money and that kind of thing.
B. Person that gets a thrill from opening someones mailbox kind of like those people that go to a door, ring the doorbell and run off.
C. Person that wants more of a particular coupon and knows their neighbor has one (this is not from experience :)
D. Person that has mailbox envy, sees a particular house get more mail then them. (This reminds me of the 'guy with the most toy's win' just in this case it's more mail)
E. Person who lives their life through other people's mailboxes.

Before you decide to write out E completely, think about it. E is serious. I'm sure that there are really people out there that feel the need to open someones mailbox in hope that they find a personal letter (who gets those nowadays) because they never get anything personal besides the bills that "know" how much they spent that month. I'm sure this kind of person hopes for a birthday card when they open someones mailbox because no one remembers their birthday, even with the notification on Facebook. What if they have no friends on Facebook to see it? I'm sure this kind of person wants friendship/ any kind of relationship so much that they feel stealing from someones mailbox and it's consequences is worth it. What's five years compared to a lifetime of loneliness? It seems extreme, but if there are people out there that admit to living their lives through entertainment like T.V. shows because it's more interesting, safe and provides them with relationships that they never would have in real life (friendships with no strings attached) then I'm sure this kind of person exists.

So next time you see your mailbox empty even though you know you were supposed to get something, think of the lonely cat thief and smile.

You just made his day.

A Review On "Chipotle"

It's a Sunday and already Chipotle is crowded. All the tables inside and most of the patio ones are taken. Then there is a long line almost out the door with customers impatiently waiting to be served. The workers making the food are annoyed, anxious and trying to deal with the pressure of guests mumbling their orders and the constant noises rippling around the room. It's a difficult life they lead.

The people in front of me are a group of four, all huddled together, reading and re-reading the menu, staring off into space and logging their locations on Facebook. Once I reach the counter, the tortilla guy looks at me expectantly. I tell him burrito with chicken. He nods and spits out, "Black or Pinto beans." I say pinto, but he looks up at me again and re asks the question. I point at the beans this time. My burrito is quickly passed to the next person and he in turn asks, "salsa?" I tell him sour cream and corn. He nods and then asks again, "salsa?" I say no. Annoyed, he asks me for the third time while looking down at my burrito, "salsa? I can't hear you." I want to suggest some eye contact, but what can one expect from a Mexican, but not restaurant? Finally he figures I don't want it, folds it up, writes a "C" on the foil and passes it to the cashier. Her eyes move around my body towards the line while she asks, "chips? salsa? anything on the side? something to drink?" I tell her no and she puts out her hand expectantly while she says my total. As if realizing that she has been rude, she compliments me on my earrings which I wonder if she had seen at all or if she had said it to the universe. She hands me my food and thanks me with no conviction.

I sit down and eat my burrito. Although I've been told on numerous occasions that Chipotle is so good and one of the best Mexican restaurants, it failed to meet my expectations. The burrito had little to no flavor even with all the ingredients I attempted to add to it. Even the chicken needed salt or something so overall the burrito was bland and all texture.

The very next day, excuse the term, I "blew chunks" and not from my mouth. So, my total experience was not a good one and I fail to see why Chipotle is so popular. Even the prices on their menu are ridiculous. If one pays THAT much money for food, it should be good, flavorful and sick free.

Silk To The Worm

So, the other day I was at my friend's house trying to learn how to use excel (it's NOT as scary as it sounds)and her aunts had the TV on to the "Bizarre Foods" channel and let me tell you, I was mind blown. They were eating silkworms! I know some people like worms for breakfast.. or snacks but as for me and my stomach, we will eat regular, normal food.
So I'm not exactly sure what country the guy was in, but they had these giant pans with silkworms and the ladies would grab them (cocoon and all), toss them into a frying pot, eat the worms once they were semi-cool and start removing the silk from the cocoons. They really get their money's worth or.. worm's worth from those little guys. Not to mention the barefoot kids running around eating the worms like they were skittles.
I'm sure in some places (like this) worms are a delicacy. Sure, I love my silk. Sure, I approve of making the most of what's around you but... eating... worms.
I have a hard time even thinking of eating those lollipops they have in Mexico with real worms, caterpillars, grasshoppers and scorpions. In fact, I can't even touch one of those without thinking that it'll raise up from the dead and start moving in it's sugary tomb.

Wine

Amy Winehouse, like her name, really is like a wine. When first trying her music, you get a bitter taste in your mouth almost like coffee grinds between your teeth. You want to spit her out and pronto. At least, that's the way I first felt when hearing her. Maybe I had a bias because they compared her to Adele, my most favorite jazzy, beautiful voiced singer as of right now so I had standards. I expected them to be similar in every way.

They are not.

While Adele's music is clean of cussing and explicit body parts, Amy is not afraid to drop the f bomb or talk about men in ways I don't want to hear. Then the way they carry themselves is completely different too. Adele wears classy outfits, quiet or acceptable makeup opposed to Amy who's known for her blacker then black makeup and scanty outfits. To the unaccustomed tongue, wine is nasty! (I do not drink wine for religious as well as taste reasons, but for the purpose of this comparison, I will act like I do). It's an acquired taste. Amy has grown on me. She's a glass with cheese on a rainy day. Her sultry voice on full blast and the windows pulled up is the perfect combination. I still don't condone her lifestyle or 90% of her songs, but the four I have come to apperciate is from her Back to Black Album...

Rehab

You Know I'm No Good

Love Is A Losing Game

Some Unholy War

So although she is not like my Adele, I still think she has some real talent and if she lets her songs age a little, can be everyone's taste.