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Cows, God and Lego

 

cows-god-and-legoOver a drink before dinner last night, dearest hubby and I got on to the topic of health and food and the fact that we probably should be giving our bodies an alcohol free day after the madness of Christmas and New Year.

For whatever reason, we got onto the topic of cow’s milk. It got weird as we discussed the benefits of fattening a calf with the stuff and how all mammals have tits and how humans prefer the cow variety of milk even over their own type. Hubby confessed to having tasted the human stuff back in breastfeeding days, it weirded him out.  But each day he slops some juice of cow boob in his morning coffee. I told him about how I had watched a clip from the UK where PETA tricked some people into trying dog’s milk and how hilarious their reactions were. (Read more and check the clip for Barkers Milk here).

So, where am I going with this? I explained how after I had watched this clip it made me question the meaning of life, the universe and everything. It made me wonder, why do Jews eat meat and dairy separately and why do Hindus revere the cow? Google threw this at me;

In religion. In Hinduism, the cow is thought to be sacred, or deeply respected. Hindus do not worship cows, although they are held in high esteem. The reason has to do with the cow’s agricultural uses and gentle nature.

The more I read, the more I found that it is the life giving goodness of the cattle that is respected, they are gentle creatures who produce life giving milk and can be used to assist with other parts of agriculture, like a bull pulling a plow. Which leads us to the next strange twist in our conversation. Religion!

Oh hell! Oh shit! I have crossed the boundary! Dad told us to never discuss politics or religion and here I go. Convo went like this…

Me: Whatever you believe, religion is geography. Everyone wants to know why, and using something we can’t see, but trust, means we can make up some ripper stories to help our kids learn. It doesn’t matter where you live, there are lessons to be found in every culture. It might be written in a bible (he is a very lapsed Catholic), or it might be the stories handed down by Aboriginal Elders as Dreamtime. Essentially it is just helping us to observe the laws of survival and guiding us to be good people at the same time….

Him: Refers to some Catholic bible story which my brain failed to register due to being afraid of brainwashing.

Me: You can still quote that, it must have worked.

Him: Gives me a strange look. Then asks a bit about what I believe…

Because of where I was born, and who I was born to, I have been bought up with Christian values and have been given the luxury of participating in Christmas and Easter without the commitment of going to church. I have never been christened. I don’t usually have an opinion other than it is great to have ceremonies for births, deaths and marriages, it helps people to cope. When I think about God, I see a massive human form sitting up in the sky playing Lego with us, creating a world of wonder and experimentation and destruction.

So in our God created Lego world we have cows. She is placid enough to sit around and get her boobs pulled so we can use her essence to assist with our living. She produces offspring which we can kill easily for meat and we use her shit on the garden to help our veggies grow. The cow was created for our survival.

Thank God for cows and Douglas Adams who told us the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything in his famous book Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the answer, of course is 42. Perhaps one day we will know the question.

 

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chrismas-bonbonsThere have been years when the thought of Christmas looming just made me grumpy and anxious.
Working in hospitality meant that by the time Christmas finally got here, the carols, the cleaning up after the bonbons and the people who are not the best behaved under the influence of alcohol had worn on my nerves to the extent that they were like the little popper in the bonbon, just waiting for someone to tug on them before they cracked.

Then there was the pressure of finding pleasure in shopping! I fucking hate dislike shopping.  That is all!

This year we have got it sorted. We have taken the stress out of the day. Instead of shopping for shit that will remain in the packaging for years to come, we have opted for a $10 Secret Santa for all the people over the age of High School. Shopping for the small kids was easy as pie. I scheduled a whole day and made a list. It wasn’t fun, but it did not see me sitting in my hot car somewhere breathing into a brown paper bag.

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Our Tree

The food is organised. I never stress about cooking as this is the part I love. Our kids are the perfect age for building some excitement in the lead up. I let them decorate the tree by themselves. I did not move one of the baubles to a more appropriate place. It is theirs and it is beautiful xx

Today I finish work for the break and have a couple of days to casually wrap those few gifts we have bought for the little people. I can slowly tidy the house and prepare it for the influx we are expecting on the day. I will collect the food I have ordered and make those last minute purchases of fresh good.

Three more sleeps until a relaxing celebration of family and food.

Merry Christmas my friends xx

 Edit: Parent Log: 23/12/16, 8:49pm. My Children are behaving beyond expectation. I am unsure whether to be afraid or proud. For now I choose proud. I have taken them both shopping separately for their sibling and they are both old enough to understand how important it is to keep a secret if it will make the surprise better. 

 

What happened to Christmas?

I used to love Christmas. The anticipation, the decorations, the Christmas concert, the big day out visiting both lots of grandparents (alternating whose year was lunch and whose was tea) and of course, because I am thinking like a kid, the Presents!

Now I think the retailers have ruined Christmas for me. This photo was posted on facebook last week by one of my friends (thanks for photo NS) with the comment “It gets earlier every year!!” Why would we need to buy a pudding in September? Do people really need to plan the menu this far in advance for an event which happens every year? If they buy the pudding, will they eat it? Need to replace the pudding? Eat it again, and thus be that sick of pudding by the time Christmas arrives, they will have to think of an alternative dessert.

Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a bit of forward thinking. Christmas club accounts are a great idea, those hampers you can pay for and have delivered are not so silly (although I am sure you end up with stuff you don’t want and should have saved the money and shopped for your own needs, just an opinion fans of the hamper), and shopping or lay buying in mid year sales for some good gifts ready to ease the pressure later in the year, all good.

BUT, I don’t want to see a bit of tinsel, hear a carole, or see pudding and cake in the shops until December 1st. Then let the magic begin. I love to see the joy on miss 4’s face when she sees decorations, whatever the occasion, she knows it’s festive, I can tell her how exciting it is that the local football teams are in the grand final, explain that the pink ladies are for people like her Nan -a survivor of breast cancer, and isn’t it exciting? Christmas is just around the corner, lets make a list for Santa (imagine how long that list is going to get if we start now).

My Grandma had a rule when her kids were little, “no talking about Christmas until after the last birthday for the year” (November 21st). What a great rule! One month to go, just the right amount of time to get excited about the build up to the big event.

So lets keep our lights and trees and tinsel in the cupboard, look forward to the festive season, keep jolly about the whole event and celebrate when the time is right. Those hot cross buns are going to be on the shelf on boxing day. Look forward to hearing from me then.

Shauna