Jesus was a Capricorn

Okay, so I'm going to be 40 something on Christmas Day. People have always asked me if it sucks having your birthday on Christmas. As a kid, it was kind of a bummer, because how do you have a birthday party on Christmas? I mean, how do you compete with sharing a birthday with the King of the world?

Now that I'm older, and married with children, my birthday is meaningless to me. I celebrate my kids' birthdays, their Christmases, their memories. These days, the only way I figure my age is by calculation.

Anyway, being my b-day is on Christmas, that makes me a Capricorn. I'm not a big fan of the "celestial stars", but from what I understand, Capricorns are earthy people. Creative, imaginative, dreamers, goal oriented, and just plain loving all around. That's me. (I like to think anyway). So it makes me think: Jesus (allegedly) was a Capricorn. I think He fits that criteria as well. By no means am I comparing myself to our Lord Jesus Christ...that's just sacriledge. But any guy who can change water into wine is way cool in my book.

The Lord loves, He lives, and abides in all of us. Our joy is because of Him. So the next time you feel overwhelmed, confused, and "what do I do now?"....just remember...Jesus was a Capricorn. He loves, He's goal oriented..and He has a plan for you. Enjoy your Christmas...celebrate His life, celebrate His birthday, because His plan, His goal, is your salvation, and He paid the ultimate price for that...so Happy Birthday to you too!

What an ultimate gift...from a Capricorn.

Dinosaurs & Kids

I was picking up my kids from daycare one day. That particular day they were talking about dinosaurs. So, their project was to make "dinosaur eggs", which consisted of putting small plastic dinosaur toy into a balloon, blowing up the balloon, ergo, having a "dinosaur egg".

Now, working at a major international airport, by the end of my day, my patience is thin. Twin toddlers are pretty wound up after a day of dinosaurs too. Merging my mood, with their day, needless to say, made the ride home a little hectic. Both boys were pretty tired, but one was able to stay awake, while the other one passed out in his car seat.

The one that stayed awake continues to play with his "dinosaur egg", until I warn him 30 times to take it easy, because if he doesn't, it will end up on the floor or in the hatchback, and he won't be able to play with it. Of course, being 3 and a half, he won't listen. It flies into the hatchback.

Next thing you know, he decides he'll play with his twin brother's "egg". I warn him, "Do NOT play with your brother's egg, if you pop it he'll be SOOOO upset. Put it back in his lap until we get home". (We're talking twins here, there's no reasoning). So he bounces it around, I'm warning him the whole ride home, and he doesn't listen. Next, POP! The balloon breaks, my one son is terrified, my other son is still soundlessly asleep in his car seat.

In the next moment, I realize that my one son will be a politician when he grows up, because he immediately puts a brilliant spin on what happens:

Boy 1: Hey,....wake up....I have a surprise for you!

Boy 1: Really...wake up...now! Surprise!...wake up!

Boy 2: What?....what Do'wah....hmmm....

Boy 1: The surprise? Guess what? Your dinosaur egg...it HATCHED!

Boy 2: Wow! That's so cool! Can I play with him now?

Boy 1: Yeah...

Like I said, the boy put a spin on what would've been a major fight between two brothers. He's gonna be a congressman, I know it.

Can this wait???....Really....!!!!

Working in a major metropolitan airport I see a lot of, let me keep this clean, crap. One of my favorite pastimes has to be people watching. Nothing amuses me more than to see people from all around the world parading past me on a daily basis. Watching their body language, facial expressions, exasperations and utter confusion while trying to navigate an airport never ceases to amaze me. Watching is one thing. Listening, well that's a whole other subject.

Case in point: There's a time and place for everything. Now if there are any men reading this, I don't know if you have this happen, but it happens quite often in the ladies room. First let me set the stage: A noisy public ladies room in a great international airport. I walk into a stall, close the door, and someone enters the stall right next to me. The following happens:

Lady in Stall: (beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep)...Hello? Yeah, hi!....we just landed....yeah no kidding, we just landed.....the flight was great!.....what?....no really it was nice...

My Inner Monologue: She did NOT just call someone while peeing..I mean, who DOES that?!...

Lady in Stall: ....what was that? yeah we ate....yeah it was lunch, and the stewardess even asked me if I wanted seconds, they had extra...isn't that nice?.....say again?...it's noisy in here....

My Inner Monologue: yeah no shit it's noisy in here, and is she REALLY talking about food while other women are relieving themselves and flushing toilets??? Can this wait??...Really...!! and she used the word "Stewardess"...what is this, the 1970's?...she's got a cell phone, surely she knows it's the 21st century....

Woman in Stall: Yeah okay...so I'm gonna hang up now..(flush)...yeah I'm gonna get my bags...I'll see you at curbside.....bye.

I love my cell phone as much as the next guy. Let me ask you, in the old days, would you ever see a pay phone in a bathroom stall? No. Because you only do one thing in a bathroom stall. So it brings me back to the subject of this blog. Can this wait??....Really...!!

I leave on this final thought: Hang up the phone and pee already!