I know its been a long time. I got a job and have been working and life likes to keep my hubby and I on our toes. But I’m hoping now to start back up with my musings and ramblings!
Seriously tho….the way I look right now while I’m writing this the mummy thing isn’t too far off. I can’t be the only one that gets that stereotypical image of a blogger in my head.
It’s aesthetically pleasing. Cozy sweater, glasses, the perfect messy bun. Sitting with their coffee….
Coffee. Ok, hold on.
Alright, I’m back. Had to get my own cup of coffee (not for aesthetics but because I’ve been awake since 4am).
Anyway. Aesthetics. They sit with their coffee in a coffee shop or in a window seat nook in their small apartment, gazing out the window as they type with their laptop….etc, etc.
And yet here I am. Sitting at my desk (that occupies the living room also doubles as the place we set our TV on) in my husband and I’s small, one bedroom apartment. Leftover makeup I never washed off still on my face, wearing an oversized nightgown from Wal-Mart that says “Less talkie, more coffee” on it, glasses, curly hair with a mind of its own, and 10oz of coffee in a giant mug covered in parts of the human skeleton. Staring out my sliding glass door at the dead plants I have yet to throw away because procrastination (I do in fact have a green thumb I just need to use the gift the God has given me properly).
This is me and this is reality. It’s messy, it’s stressful, and its beautiful.
But I guess that is an Archaeologists/Historians job, isn’t it? To break through the aesthetics and the charm that is placed over history and (literally) dig up the dirt. Bring back the stuff that been in hiding for too long. It’s our job to bring life back to people long gone in a fully human sense. They were not the stoic, noble picture that we (at least I do it ALL THE TIME), paint in our minds.
They laughed.
The had anxiety and depression.
They worried about money and provision for their families.
They procrastinated.
They left their houses dirty.
They made dirty jokes.
They burped and farted.
They POOPED.
And it SMELLED.
Ok that was really stupid, but my point is that everything we do today that makes us human, they did it too.
(But the farting though….I mean come on. Just think about a 15 year old King Tut sitting on his royal throne, surrounded by slaves and servants and then…..Bbbpppfffttt….echoing through glistening, golden hall and causing all surrounding him to gag a bit.
Tut chuckles, “Heheh…nice.” Side note: I just read this to my husband and he dubs this “The Royal Stink”)
All of this rambling to simply say….brush up on your history. Listen to Archaeologists….do your own research. Our ancestors were human people and did human things….so stop trying to brush the parts you don’t like under the rug.
And the next time you fart and your embarrassed….just remember that King Tut did it too, and it might make you feel a little bit better.
Diaries Of A Mad Archaeologist 
Good reminder that people who have accomplished special things or are historically significant are as normal as you or I . We need to throw those out now and then. But that helps encourage me to know that we can accomplish, do, make, something different in spite of the fact that we are all “normal”. God can use all us ‘normal, cracked’ pots and make something good out of them. So to me it’s not, ‘so what if they did this or were someone special, they’re as normal as everyone else “, but ‘Wow, God can take someone as normal, average, everyday as that and do something no one else could.’ Isn’t that amazing! Thanks for the thought stimulation!👍🏼😊
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