Friday, May 24, 2013

LIFE AS IT REALLY IS - INDEX

Thanks for visiting the LIFE AS IT REALLY IS index.
Here are all the posts I have published so far.
As of today (April 2018) this blog has been visited 

over 65,000 times (and counting) by readers from over 122 countries.
New posts are published monthly.
(at least I try to - ha ha)
A BETTER LIFE
ABBREVIATIONS
AGE - WANNA BE YOUNGER?
ALCOHOL
ASKING PETER
BABIES & KIDS
BAD NEWS IS GOOD NEWS?
BE ASSERTIVE
BEING IN LOVE
BEING SHY - BEING IN CONTROL
BLAME GAME
BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO
CAREER DREAM
CHEATING
CHILDREN
CHILDREN & PARENTS
CHIVALRY
COMPLIMENTS
CONSUMERS
CRAPPY DAYS
CRUISING IN A SCHOOL BUS
DATING
DEAR POLITICIAN
DEATH
DECEPTION
DECISIONS
DIETS
DISAPPOINTED
DIVERSITY
DREAMS
EASTER
EATING OUT
FACING A FEW PHRASES
FAILURE
FAMILY
FAN
FATHER-IN-LAW
FITBIT 
FITNESS
FLIRTING
FORGIVE & FORGET
FOURTH OF JULY
FREEDOM OF SPEECH
FRIENDSHIPS
FROM CUTE BABIES TO SMART KIDS
GETTING OLDER
GIVE & RECEIVE GIFTS CAN SUCK
GIVING THANKS
GOOD DAYS, BAD DAYS
HALLOWEEN
HAMLET vs POTTER
HAPPY KRINGLE
HOLIDAYS - TO GREET OR NOT TO GREET
I DO
I DO LOVE YOU - BUT NOT THAT WAY
I DO NOT HAVE MANY FRIENDS
IGNORANT
I HAVE DONE SEVERAL STUPID THINGS
I HAVE GREAT TASTE - AND SO DO YOU
IMAGINATION
I'M TERRIBLY SHY & ELEVATORS
I REALLY MUST WASH MY MOUTH
(THE) ISLAND
ITALY
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY
IT’S RAINING WILD SQUIRRELS AND CONFUSED COWS
JEALOUSY
KISSING
KNOWING ME - knowing you
KNOW THY NEIGHBORS
LABOR DAY
LEGO
LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX
LIFE
LIFE - THE OPTION REALLY SUCKS
LISE, MY DOLL
LISTEN, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW A SECRET
LOGIC
LOTTERY
MAD MAGAZINE
MANCHESTER UNITED
ME - WHO AM I REALLY?
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL
MORON
MOST IMPATIENT PATIENT
MOTHER'S DAY
MUSIC?
MUSIC - ARE WE REALLY LISTENING?
MY LIFE AS A SNIPER
MY MOTHER DIED
NAKED
NAKED TRUTH - ABOUT NUDITY
NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS
OLYMPICS
OLYMPICS - NOT SO NAKED ANYMORE
OMAHA BEACH
ONE LAST LETTER TO MICHAEL
ON THE WRONG END OF A GUN
PARTY ANIMAL
PASSWORDS
PEOPLE WATCHING
PERFECTION
PERFECTION II
PERSONAL ADS
PETS
PLASTIC SURGERY
POETRY OH POETRY
POLITICAL CORRECT
PROCRASTINATION
PROMISES - MAKING & BREAKING
PROMISES PART ONE
PROMISES PART TWO
RELATIONSHIPS
RELIGION / FAITH
ROTATING UNDERWEAR
RUBBERNECKING
RUMORS
SAME SEX MARRIAGE
SANTA CLAUS
SANTA ROSA BURNED - REBUILD WE WILL
SAY CHEESE
SECRETS
SEX SELLS
SEXUAL HARASSMENT
SINGING - BUT DO WE REALLY HAVE TO?
SKIING WITH PETER 
SMART PHONES-SMART PEOPLE?
SPEEDOS & THONGS
SPORTS
STUPIDITY
STUPID PEOPLE
TAKING ME FOR GRANTED
TEENAGER
TELEVISION
THANKSGIVING
THE END
THINKING
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH
TRAVEL
TRAVELING
TRAVEL PACKING
TRUNKS
TRUST
TRUTH
UNDERDOG
WE ALL MEAN SOMETHING TO EACH OTHER
WE ARE WHAT WE EAT
WE DANCE - BUT WHY?
WEIRD STUFF
WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
WHATEVER
WHAT IN THE WORLD
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
WHAT'S SO DARN FUNNY?
WHAT'S YOUR SECRET, VICTORIA
WHO AM I REALLY?
WHO'S TO BLAME?
WHY DO WE SAY ONE THING?
WOMEN
WOMEN, ME & EQUALITY
WRITER'S BLOCK
YOUNG PEOPLE 

Monday, May 20, 2013

THE END – it has been fun, really…

I have been writing since I could tell a story and hold a pencil. Some of the early stuff is stored somewhere around here. I rarely look at it, but when I do I go: “awwww, ain’t that quaint?” Slightly embarrassed - really. I wrote some novels when I was one of those teenage-things; they are filled with sex, money, murder and beautiful women with hot bodies. That was the world I really wanted to enter at the time; I had just started my subscription to Playboy Magazine, which of course explains a lot.
I remember that in the beginning I was limited to what I could write – how well or not I could express myself with the vocabulary I had available. But I kept reading about writing and continuously applied what I had learned. I still found myself limited to tell stories within certain self-inflicted borders, until one day I suddenly realized that I could go wherever I wanted to go – I could actually write whatever I wanted to write.
So I forged ahead with stories and novels and intriguing plots of all sorts, but nothing I thought feasible to publish – not even today. Sure I could do some grand rewrites, spruce it up a bit and it could be published; but that’s where the self-criticism takes over and I go: “nahhhh”… But why do I write?
I write because I couldn’t see myself not writing. Not that it is like an addiction, but it is something I feel the grandest joy doing; and something I have always done for myself only – seriously; and then things change.
Over the years I kept writing on and off. Then one day the consideration of retirement, after a life different from what I set out to do. You see, I wanted to write for movies and TV, as well as pursuing acting. So as a boy I imagined my future would involve much more creative and entertaining things. I ended up in sales, management and everything related to business. To succeed in business involved a lot of creative factors, but it was never the creativity I really wanted. In retrospect I should have been much more assertive regarding what I really wanted – perhaps I’m still a little disappointed that I did not follow what I so strongly believed in early on.
So retirement loomed and as I never felt comfortable entering and/or admitting having arrived at this “last station” in life, it was a decision I had to make. So I made a plan; I had to have something substantial to complete as an old fart, something that would give “retirement” a reason to forge ahead with a purpose.
After long times of considering, I finally felt okay entering those golden years. I would write a novel and publish it – and that I did. ONCE IN A MILLION YEARS ended up as a 500+ page novel, and I really liked the result, but more so it was a blast to write – for me. And then I decided that why not start a blog for our families and friends in Denmark and Sweden and the few friends we have here in the USA? Just stuff from my mind – in blog form…
So I published the first post May 25th, 2011 under LIFE AS IT REALLY IS. I had decided to publish a new post every Monday – and that I have done – just to communicate with families and friends – nothing else. I never advertised or promoted the blog or anything – absolutely nothing.
The first time I saw (in stats) a reader from Canada, I was flabbergasted. How did they find my blog? By mistake? I expected 10-15 readers weekly at the most – at the very most. And then it grew and grew and it reached 100 readers from 5 countries weekly and then up and up and as of this writing the blog has had over 16,000 visitors from over 115 countries. Can you please explain this, because I don’t get it – at all?
I have enjoyed writing down my thoughts for this blog; it has been a hooters, it really has. I have been in such awe of the many readers, the comments and communication I have experienced through these two years. And that is why I am a bit sad to finish writing for the blog – sad that this is the end. But I need to move on in my writing beyond this blog. Not to diminish what I learned and the faithful following I obviously have never felt I deserved, but I have projects on the table that I want to finish and I must fully concentrate all those creative juices.
Next month I will hit 67. I believe that is the official start of those golden years. I still have a lot of stuff to accomplish and on my list is finishing three books I am working on: SUNRISE-SUNSET which is 75% done (great story, if you ask me – no matter how bias I am); THE MILLERS: CASE IN POINT which is 60% done; a family business in crime-solving and a spin-off from ONCE IN A MILLION YEARS. The third novel is one I started when I was 15 – seriously. I wrote the story-line back then and it has been sitting there ever since – well, until I picked it up about 6 months ago. The working title is: HARRY BLOKE: the ultimate obituary. This is the first humorous story I have approached; writing good humor is very hard. And however pathetically silly it sounds, writing this story and all the aspects and situations into something that is (in my opinion) hilarious is, well hilarious (and funny too). We meet Harry as he just died, narrating his life-story – and his life was far from boring…
The second LIFE AS IT REALLY IS book will come out soon, so if you are interested, all 104 posts will be available in a real book format. I’ll even sign them… Oh and I also plan to learn how to play the piano – will there be enough time, huh?
So this is farewell and my deepest and most sincere thanks and appreciation for following my blog sporadically or consistently. I especially appreciate those of you who have commented on the context at times. I am in awe of the “on-line” friendships I have accumulated (and you know who you are) through these two years.
If any of my stories have touched you, inspired you or made you giggle a bit, my work is done. If you read and then went on with your everyday life a bit more encouraged that life is really rather awesome, I wish I could bottle that and sell it for huge profits. We all live busy lives and that is why I cannot fully comprehend that LIFE AS IT REALLY IS has, in my estimation, seemingly influenced some, in just the smallest of ways.
Many years ago I envisioned my tombstone would read: IF I MADE YOU LAUGH – I LIVED. If I made you giggle, I’ll be just as satisfied – really.
Peter B. Steiness  
PS. I do leave the door ajar concerning publishing a few more posts, as the blog of course will continue to be on-line. This is a big IF, though there is one post I do want to add, but hopefully that will be far out in the future. Saturday May 25th 2013, I will publish the full index of all the posts – for your convenience (or not)…

Monday, May 13, 2013

ALCOHOL – getting too much credit

Ethanol is a volatile, flammable and colorless liquid which we use in thermometers, as a solvent, to preserve unmentionable specimens (countless frogs, cut up snakes and Frankenstein’s brain) and as a fuel. To me ethanol is the best remedy for removing those irritating bits of adhesive left after peeling most of a label off. Oh, and then we also drink this stuff – are we mad?
We know it better as alcohol; ethanol for some reason sounds nasty. But trust me, alcohol is just as bad. Even though alcohol is the oldest (legal) recreational drug, to me it is still a poison, eating up brain cells that won’t come back and tearing down our kidneys; so don’t you wonder why we haven’t learned a thing or two over the years?
When we consider that in 2005 there were over 45,000 alcohol related traffic fatalities in the USA and about 55,000 other deaths credited to alcohol (accidents, suicides, etc.) and consider the horrific damage alcoholism causes family break-ups, marked for life abuse of spouses and children and the unfortunate list is very long, shouldn’t we sincerely wonder why we are still happily infusing ourselves with this stuff. Have you started to wonder?
An alcoholic beverage is considered such when it has a 5% to 40% ethanol by volume involved. 40% is sometimes called 80 proof, for some reason; to make it sound real macho or something? I have always pondered that if there was no alcohol/ethanol involved, would we really bother drinking this stuff? I really don’t think so. We drink alcohol with the intoxicating effect as the main event and for most drinkers, that’s the sole reason. Sure a lot of people will tell you that they like the taste and I’m sure they do, but I also think most don’t. Getting “spirited” is the big reason we consume alcohol and after a few drinks we don’t really care what it tastes like.
When we start sipping that first gin & tonic, our behavior stays fairly normal. But still, with tests we can find subtle changes, stating that we are influenced already. The more we drink the more impaired we become (they don’t call me EinSteiness for nothing). As we drink our behavior changes; for some it’s dramatically so, for others not so much. Some find that they can act like stupid idiots and pathetically “blame” alcohol the next morning. I just hate those people, really – not that I know any personally; but seen a few over the years.
As we keep drinking, several levels of impairment set in. From slurry speech and lack of thinking straight, depression, aggression, loss of physical control, etc. On the very bottom of the list is death by alcohol, which to me is one of the major impairments – because it lasts a long time…
Yeah, I can hear some of you say: “Who does he think he is; some guardian angel telling us what to do and what not to do?” Besides the fact that I am an angel (according to my Mother) I was also a major sinner what alcohol is concerned, and I’ll tell you the abbreviated (censored) story.
As a normal kid growing up in Denmark, experimenting with drinking beer, guided by curiosity as the excuse, I was 12 and going to a school dance. A couple of my friends had gotten hold of some Carlsberg Elephant beers – strong stuff. We sneaked into a restroom (a toilet, for those of you who do not know what a restroom is) and quickly inhaled two each. I remember that it tasted awful, but down they went.
I was in love with this beautiful girl and she was to meet me by the door to the dance. As I saw her she waved and smiled; I waved back as I fell to the floor while projectile vomiting – again and again; who says I can’t multitask? Never made it to the dance and she hated me after that – somebody told me. Now shouldn’t that have been read as an early warning concerning my future relationship with alcohol?
I drank alcohol (or as I call it: hard liquor – wine and beer is different) for the longest time; in retrospect I was utterly, utterly lucky. Never got in an accident, never hurt anybody, etc. I cannot stretch enough how lucky I was. One morning in 1980 I woke up feeling the worst I had ever felt. On the way to the bathroom I passed the mirror. I stopped and looked at myself – with disgust. What the hell had happened? That moment I made a huge decision to change my life big time.
After I showered I threw out all the hard liquor in my apartment, the cigarettes went the same way as I decided that was it. I bought a bicycle, had my doctor and dentist check me out and quit my job and went on a fitness rampage, biking 200 miles every week, etc. - not another drop of alcohol for the longest time.
I changed the rules a bit as I like Aquavit (80 proof, by the way) when eating marinated herrings – perhaps twice annually, if that much. I still drink wine and the occasional beer, and back then I was also okay with a Tanqueray & tonic (T&T) once in a blue moon; something my good friend David likes too.
A few weeks ago we got together and decided on some T&T’s. Now remember that my body was not used to this kind of alcohol. We chatted away having a great time while I inhaled about three large T&T’s. After dinner my wife and I were heading home, so I went downstairs to the small courtyard to get our dog; I certainly felt intoxicated.
As I bent down to pick up the dog’s toys, I lost my balance. I was in no condition to react fast enough to protect myself with arms and hands, so my face smashed hard onto the unforgiving cement – oh, and do not try this at home.
I am not exaggerating; my face was a bloody mess. My nose was bleeding, my luscious lips broken, bloated and bleeding and my chin banged up. But what hurt the most was my ego. I was so embarrassed and so distraught, as I rarely had shown real intoxication in the past. But I knew why I had fallen – flat on my face, was from being drunk, shit-faced, polluted, sauced and all those other terms - combined.
Is there a moral here? Of course – stop drinking alcohol. On the way home, holding on to what was left of my face and ego, I decided that hard liquor would never pass my swollen lips or otherwise – ever again. A glass of wine here and there is fine – at home and the occasional beer; but that’s it.
Alcohol makes people act and behave without limits. I believe a lot of it is pretend and when it gets really “drunk” it’s just stupid, boring and immature, as well as dangerous. I know, I was there – many years back – and then again a couple of weeks ago.
So we wake up the next morning with the proverbial hangover. In Danish hangover is toemmermaend, which translates into carpenters, meaning lots of noises and banging and stuff. The medical term is veisalgia, but hangover is easier to pronounce after a night of drinking. We go through unpleasant physiological effects, like headaches, nausea, light sensitivity, noise, lethargy, dysporia (emotional & mental discomfort), diarrhea and my all-time special: vomiting.
Psychologically it’s depression (remember the suicide thing?) and anxieties knocking on the door (but hopefully not too loudly). So is it worth it?
Consuming alcohol is not good. We all know or should know what it does to our health and well-being and to the people around us. We need to keep all the brain cells we can and do not need our kidneys working overtime because we like to party.
So what can we do? We can keep alcohol consumption within moderation – I can’t give better advice than that. It took me nearly 67 bloody years to get to that conclusion. I sincerely hope you are catching on a lot earlier than I did, please. This way alcohol will not get so much credit and that way, we are all a lot healthier and safer.

Monday, May 6, 2013

CHILDREN & PARENTS – can we talk?

From my childhood I cannot recall that my parents ever explained to me why this and that was restricted, not allowed or off limits (or all three combined). Their sole communication was NO and that was it. As far as I remember my basic reaction was AWWWW and a bit of momentary hatred for mom and dad because they were ruining my life - again. Sounds familiar?
I was born in Denmark in 1946; for those of you with calculators, that makes me 67 this year. My so-called formative years ran through 1965 if we consider 19 a semi-adult with 25 being a full adult (I’m still waiting for that to kick in).
Life was simpler back then. We often use the term innocent years, but considering the Cold War, nuclear threats, Kennedy’s and King’s assassinations, the Viet Nam war and stuff like that, it was innocence with a dark cloud looming above. But as kids we didn’t really give a damn – we were kids and we were not supposed to give anything – huh?
I grew up in a middle-class home with a mother, a father and an older brother. We didn’t miss much, but that was all we could afford. I have had a grand friendship with my Mother from I was very young (still do – she’s 93 and living in Denmark. We chat by phone 4-5 times weekly and I visit her every 10 months). It seemed the mother/child relationship went out the window when I was about 6 or 7 and then we were more so great friends – ever since. She was never strict with me, because she trusted me. If I could be trusted back then, is another story all together.
I do not recall my father being much of a parent and don’t think that I had any kind of relationship with him, other than he was my father. He went to work and my Mother took care of home and kids; getting the picture?
Did we ever talk or discuss or even try to understand each other’s roles as children and parents? Did your parents ever sit down with you and ask: “What is the real problem here – how do YOU feel about it and what do YOU see as a solution in all fairness?” I didn’t think so. But then again did you ever ask your parents the same questions? I bet you didn’t – and I didn’t either. This is where we are missing out for a much more understanding, harmonious, effective and smooth co-existence.
There are huge differences between parents and children (as if you haven’t noticed). I have always been fascinated by diversities, because when we embrace, understand and respect our differences, we all get along a lot better. So what would happen if we tried to embrace, understand and respect the relationship between parents and children, children and parents? Hey, there’s an idea.
First off, let’s drop the pathetic labeling of each other. Parents suck because they don’t understand; kids have no clue what-so-ever. So already we have this wall between us. Remember what Reagan asked Gorbachev in the '80’s? BRING DOWN THIS WALL (meaning the one in Berlin – just so you know), and down it came.
To help the wall tumble between children & parents, we must make an effort to understand each other. Parents have a lot more experience (duh) than their children, more maturity and for the most part more common sense. Parents must use this advanced maturity by patiently trying to understand where the kids are coming from (and where they want to go – really). It’s not enough to substantiate a NO with BECAUSE. To me, it’s insulting to the child; why not give them a chance to understand the real reason for the NO, so they know where mom and dad are coming from? Remember that any situation between children and parents is something that has never been experienced before; it is as new as can be for both sides - think about it…
Adults are talking to children like they understand what we are saying – but they really don’t get it all (or at all, in some cases). It’s like advancing students to math-levels beyond their capabilities, and then we (the adults) shake our heads and tell them they are not trying hard enough. But they are trying as hard as they can, but they are not there mentally, yet – it’s too much too soon. Not that the parents should talk down to their children, but make explanations more understandable.
I see the biggest thing we can all do is listen to each other and not pre-judge and determine yes or no before we have listened. We must pry our minds wide open and really try to understand each other. Listening to what is said, how things are explained and reasoned, and what the reaction is and why; when we don’t understand, we ask questions till we do.
If 14 year old George wants to go to the party on Saturday, his happiness and further development in socializing is hanging heavy in his parent’s deciding yes or no. They are pretty much against George going anywhere till he’s 35 (and only then, perhaps), so poor George already has an uphill battle to wage.
George’s parents say NO and George asks WHY and George’s parents say BECAUSE… Sounds familiar? But let’s advance into my theory of children & parents communication, understanding and compromise. Though George was brought up with good values, sense of responsibility as well as trust, and was taught all this by his parents (duh), they still have doubts? Hey wait a second, why would they doubt George’s mode of behavior? He is pretty much their image – somewhat.
The thing is that we (the parents) mold as good of human beings in our children as we can, and when they are starting to crawl and walk and run and drive and fly or whatever, we must let them – we must trust them, bit by bit; we have to trust them. Of course it is such a hard thing to do, BUT WE MUST.
George has heard so much about trust and now he’s confused because his parents don’t trust him – and they taught him all about trusting people, especially trusting himself? So this is where they sit George down and tell him that they do trust him, but it’s the other kids they don’t know and therefore can’t trust. But George still thinks it’s not right they can’t trust him to do the right things and not do the wrong things. But at least they told him their reasoning – and he understood; but wait, there is more…
So this is where mom and dad also tell George that the real reason for their concern, is that they are SCARED, scared of millions of things that could happen to their son. I strongly believe that is the main reason parents are hesitant in most of these decisions; I’ve been there and done that. So now it’s George comforting his parents, underlining that he is a good kid and all is going to be fine and he’ll be home at the agreed upon time (and he was). And somewhere inside, George is also scared a bit – this “party-thing” is rather new to him, so anxieties pop up here and there – and when he tells his parents about this, there is a much better understanding – and relief.
Agreeing to let George party, his mom and dad have extended their comfort-zones, by trusting that George will prove they made a good decision - together. And George has been given the opportunity to prove to mom and dad that he can be trusted and this has a lot riding on future freedoms. You see it’s a big time two way street, with a lot of expectations on both sides.
It’s tough and frustrating to be a child growing up. But it is as tough and frustrating to be the adult. Parents are loaded with those constant responsibilities which are not an emotion fully developed in a child; something we must all acknowledge.
But there are of course a lot of other issues concerning our differences, but if we just take the time regarding the above basics, being able and willing to talk, listen to and understand each other more, perhaps we can make those times of deciding yes or no more smooth, happier and agreed upon (for the most part). Don’t you think it’s worth a try?
PS. George had a great time at the party, came home on time and mom and dad were relieved – a lot… (Don’t you just love happy endings?)