My first Muslim

I live in the Bible belt.  I look around and there is no deigning it.  From them trying to pass a bill that evolution won’t be taught in public schools anymore to the fact that every other block boasts a church this is evident.  Most of the time this isn’t much of a thing for me, I have been surrounded by Christians most of my life.

For those of you not in the know, my hubby and I are Atheist.  We don’t make a big deal out of this, most of the time we don’t even tell anyone.  I keep out of religious debates, no sense in outing myself to the whole state.  I don’t enjoy being the eye of a shit storm, if you will.  I just hide in plan sight, or at least I used to.

I accidentally done something bad.  I was hopped up on caffeine and sugar before Christmas break and some little comment was said.  Can’t recall just what exactly, but must have been about church and Christmas.  And I just let ‘er rip, I said’ “I’m an Atheist.” right out loud.  Everyone stopped turned to me, starring and then my good friend C.D. says, “No you’re not.”.  Which cracked me up.

Just because one goes along quietly listening and not fighting for their own opinion doesn’t mean that they agree with you one hundred percent.  It just means that they are too lazy to start an argument over something that neither side will ever win.  I can’t change your mind and you won’t change mine, and I am okay with that.

Later on that night, C.D. tells me, “You are the first Atheist that I have ever met.”.  I smile, ’cause I know she loves and accepts me probably better than my family would if I ever cared to be so blunt with them.

A few days later, we get a new guy on our line at work.  He is nice and really fun to joke with.  We talk about stuff, he is not as outgoing as we are, so it is hard to get more than a one word answer out of him.

He cracks up when I mention that we have karaoke Fridays.  (Like that’s a joke.  :)  When you work 12 hours in a row, you have to do something to stay awake and focused.)

Anyway, we are getting along really well.  And then he mentions that he is Muslim.  He tells just me, and I wonder if he is “in hiding” just like I was.  I am like cool, whatever.

Later, I start to worry.  Don’t some Muslim people hate us because we are Godless heathens?  Wouldn’t being an Atheist qualify me for President of the Godless heathens club?  Will he be mean to me if someone says something? Will he hate me?  I am still me, a crazy, funny, goof ball.

I see no sense in worrying myself to death and so I tell him, better to face things head on just like always.  He is shocked, and it took a couple of days for him to wrap his head around me.  But, now things are back to normal.  Of course, you never know what people are really thinking, but we are fine on the surface.  And sometimes, that is enough.

facial hair

No, I don’t have any.  Thanks for asking.  Except eye brows, but most people have those. This post is about my feelings on the subject.

When my hubby and I were dating, he had an adorable little goatee.  He kept it well-trimmed and symmetrical.  It looked good on him.  I liked it.

We get married and he decides to try to grow a beard.  I say try because just like a prepubescent boy, he has some places on his face where hair won’t grow.  No matter how much hell I gave him he just kept letting it grow.  The places that it grew got long and scraggly and truly looked like face pubes.  And still the bare spots were there.  Don’t get me started on his unrequited desire for a mustache.

My hubby is 28, you think he would have grown out of his facial hair obsession, but it seems that the not being able to grow a beard thing just made him want it more.  Kinda like how girls with straight hair really want curls and vice versa.

In the middle of all of this face hair debate, he decides to subdue me by shaving some of it up and he walked around with these big Wolverine style lamb chop sideburns for a while.  They were so truly horrid.  I laughed my ass off in between fits of embarrassment for him.

Then, he lets it grow again.  The beard, I mean.  I finally ask him the other day if he is going to trim it up because he has gotten into the habit of twirling the long goatee part, yes like some kind of villain.  Except he doesn’t do it into one big twist, oh no, he does it into three little twists.  I ask him about his behavior, call me oddly fascinated.  He tells me he likes it that way because that is how Mr. Echo on Lost wore his and he cuts one little twist off after killing someone as a sign of penance.  Should I worry about this rational?  Or just except it as yet another one of my love’s quirks?  I except it.  Goodness knows I have as many or more quirks, it’s wonderful to meet your match.  Facial hair or no.

Anyway, I thought up this subject after seeing this picture on sheCHIVE.com

http://shechive.com/2009/12/24/i-promise-there-are-no-normal-pictures-in-this-post/

I can truly say this is one thing my hubby hasn’t tried.  Of course, now that he sees how ‘cool’ it looks, he probably will.  Oh God, what have I done?

Just doing my part in the “war” on Christmas!

burn baby burn!

Okay, people what is wrong with HAPPY HOLIDAYS?  Not one damn thing?  I like not being looked down upon for not celebrating Christmas.  I like having thoughts of my own and an opinion of my own.  I love being Atheist!  So, take your Christmas and go shove it up your…

another one bites the dust!

Sorry, I happen to feel strongly about this subject.  Living here in the heart land, surrounded by like 30 different Christian based churches makes me feel like I am being held under water in a baptismal.  And we all know that feeling, some of us have known it three times for three different Christian based religions!  Guess none of them ever took.

poor little girl, this is what happens when Santa hates your family

I guess that my position in this ‘war’ of stupidity is that I don’t care what any of you believe, and why the hell should you care what I believe?  Just stop pushing your overbearing, craziness onto the rest of us.  Stop pissing people off.  Winter is hard enough to get through without all of this childish bickering about what was or wasn’t said in a tv commercial.  Try and think outside of the tiny box you live in and see that their are more people in this world then just you.  And most of them don’t think exactly the way you do, and that doesn’t make them wrong!

I just liked this image, dunno why, enjoy!

So, here is my solution!  Next year we all just say “Merry Winter Festivities!”  and leave it at that!  That should cover everything and not be judgemental or offensive to anyone!  Yea!   I ended a war on stupidity!  Go me!!!