Bread

This morning I had an english muffin.  I suppose that is something that people can make at home, but I certainly will never do that.  So I only get them in America.  And I don't think I have ever actually bought them for myself, so I only get them at other peoples' homes.

Nothing to do with bread, but........I  just came back from the gas station down the street to get a drink.  I chose to go with the medium.  Small is just too small.  And the large was gluttonous.  So the 32oz. was the medium choice.  I'm still pretty amazed at the sizes here.

A few days ago I was reading in the book of John that Jesus is the bread of Life.  I know this shouldn't be a new thought to me, but it struck me as if I had never thought of it before.  I was reminded of the manna that the Isrealites were fed.  Each day they gathered manna and were satisfied.  Extra for the Sabbath.  So I was struck by the thought to each day eat of Jesus, the manna of life, and to be satisfied.  He satisfies me.  He is enough.  Some days I am satisfied for two days, but usually I need to be filled each day.  Good food.

Deep thoughts with Leslie.

America the.....fat?

I had this problem a few years ago when we visited America too.  I see too many fat people.  We are in Southern California.  Arrived yesterday.  Usually the people here don't seem fat to me.  I always have pictured people here to be athletic and thin.  You know, the kind who wear bikinis and actually look good. Well this time it is different.  Everywhere I look I see fat people.  We were at a mexican restaurant yesterday and there was a buffet lunch (I didn't choose buffet).  The other customers just seemed big to me.  Maybe it is that I am use to the Indian build, thin shoulders, small bodies.  Then today we were out again and the people at Old Navy were all this weird apple shape.  The legs were fine but the bellies were so big.

I realize it is rude to talk about people this way.  It isn't that I think I am better than anyone else because I am thinner then them.  I don't think I am thin myself, just thinner then some.  But it is just weird.  Why do so many people get so big?  Why is our nation so obese?  And why aren't Indians fat?  The food we eat there isn't necessarily healthy.  There is a lot of starch and oil in the diet.  But we don't eat fast food much at all, or large Cokes.

Speaking of fast food and Cokes.... today we started off with a donut and a Mr. Pibb.  Then we had lunch at In N Out.  Finally we ate Wheat Thins.  Hmmmm.

Waiting

Waiting is a part of life.  And part of it is part of my last name.  So in a way, part of me is part of life.  Or, I am life.  Something like that.

Anyway, I am waiting now for The Office episode to download so I can watch it.  Our internet has been so slow lately and sometimes just stops working altogether, so I am learning to multitask.  While I watch The Office, I also write blogs, paint my toenails, take a nap, or clean the house.  And sometimes I watch half an episode and the internet goes off and I have to start all over again.

Steve isn't as patient as I am.  He watched the first 5 minutes (which took about half an hour) and then decided to go watch a movie on the other computer.  Not me though.  I wait.  It is just part of who I am.

Carpooling

I get to sometimes take a shared auto to the metro station.  I know I have talked about them before and I still don't have a picture, but here is more thoughts on the shared autos.

I realized yesterday that the seats are about the right size for 4 normal (small) Indians to fit on, or maybe 3 average Americans.  However, they are not made for three Indians and one American.  My sitter is just too big.  If I am the last one on the seat I end up with just one of my cheeks fitting on the actual seat and the other is hanging mid-air and a bit on the person next to me, which is usually a male.  I have to support myself on my one cheek so as not to burden the person next to me with me sitting on their lap.  It is quite uncomfortable and my legs usually are shaking by the time we arrive.

It is really weird to get so close to complete strangers.  Then we all stare at each other for about 15 minutes.  Now we are all sweating and can't even move our arms to fan ourselves.   We ride along, bumping down the street, holding on for dear life.  Usually I have to unwedge myself to get out at my stop on the way home.  My rear most likely seems big as I squeeze out of the crowd and jump down.

Oh the joys of shared autos.

Magazines

I requested a donation of magazines for the girls at the girls home.  I wanted (and requested) travel magazines or home and garden type.  What I have gotten are fashion magazines and a few men's health (with lots of articles on sex).  I don't know what to do with all the magazines.  I want to teach the girls to make jewelry out of the, but I don't want them to be gazing at the fashion models and sexy clothes.  So far I was able to cut out jewelry pictures for my Sunday School class to make pretty crowns.  I have also torn out the perfume samples to put in my drawers.  But now what?  I could go through them all and tear out the bad pages, but that would be a lot of work.  Or maybe I could just tear out the good pages.  That might not take as long.

Who buys these magazines anyway?  None of the fashions in the magazines are normal.  Nor are they prized in such a way that a normal person could buy.  I mean, who pays $1000. for a pair of shoes?  And the make-up that the ladies wear is weird also.  If I wore something like these models wore I would be the laughing stock of the neighborhood.