Sunday, February 25, 2007
"The person who has discovered the joy of truly living, whose life is rich in friendship and caring for people, and who daily enjoys the pleasures of good food and sunshine, will not need to wear themselves out in pursuit of the kind of success centered in praise or promotion."
- Lindsay John Laws
Labels: Pics
That's It. I'm Checking Out.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
"Between thought and expression lies a lifetime." - Lou Reed
Check that out. This quote is the first thing that came up and ironically, not only do I have to talk about an expression, but I also have to talk about something that Lou Reed (if I'm not mistaken) said.
So I have this conversation with my dad. Yup. Him. Friday night he calls me around midnight and basically tells me about a Spanish phrase called the moment of truth. I tell him the literal Spanish translation, el momento de verdad, and he tells me, "well, I don't know..." I tell him that I'm taking Spanish and that is the Spanish phrase for it.
Let's take a moment, shall we.
I'm beginning to think different things about how my father sees me. One is that he looks at me and sees my mom. (Take a close look at that first pic of my parents--in one way I do look like my mom, in another way, I do look like my father.) I think that he sees what he did not like in my mother. I also believe that he does not like me. I can remember a time in my life when I was quite sure that people did not like me. I feel that now sometimes. I'm a surface person, though. I do have a brain, but I'm not very approachable in an intimate manner (and I think I have an idea why, but that'll have to wait for another therapy session). I don't think that my father had very much faith in my mother. She was smart and did not believe in herself (yeah, yeah, yeah... you don't have to think it, I know that it sounds like I feel the same way about myself). (I do.) My father did not believe in her, either. I now think that he feels that way about me. So that is why I heard doubt after I told him the phrase in Spanish.
And it made me question myself.
So this morning, in an effort to put off reading for my Brit Lit exam I called my father and tell him the correct phrasing. Then he connects these two phrases--"the moment of truth" and "take a walk on the wild side"--as the same thing.
I had to ask someone else just to be sure, but double dad gum it (you know that is all of the cursing I can do, but you know what I want to say...) they don't mean the same thing! I don't know what to do about it.
About him. I'm not nuts. I'm not. I swear I'm not.
Good grief. I'm going to do my best to not be bothered. I've got too much crap to get done and not enough time to do it.
I'm checking out. Well, I'm escorting my father to my mental door, putting him out, and changing the lock on the door. at least for as long as I can stand to do it.
Check that out. This quote is the first thing that came up and ironically, not only do I have to talk about an expression, but I also have to talk about something that Lou Reed (if I'm not mistaken) said.
So I have this conversation with my dad. Yup. Him. Friday night he calls me around midnight and basically tells me about a Spanish phrase called the moment of truth. I tell him the literal Spanish translation, el momento de verdad, and he tells me, "well, I don't know..." I tell him that I'm taking Spanish and that is the Spanish phrase for it.
Let's take a moment, shall we.
I'm beginning to think different things about how my father sees me. One is that he looks at me and sees my mom. (Take a close look at that first pic of my parents--in one way I do look like my mom, in another way, I do look like my father.) I think that he sees what he did not like in my mother. I also believe that he does not like me. I can remember a time in my life when I was quite sure that people did not like me. I feel that now sometimes. I'm a surface person, though. I do have a brain, but I'm not very approachable in an intimate manner (and I think I have an idea why, but that'll have to wait for another therapy session). I don't think that my father had very much faith in my mother. She was smart and did not believe in herself (yeah, yeah, yeah... you don't have to think it, I know that it sounds like I feel the same way about myself). (I do.) My father did not believe in her, either. I now think that he feels that way about me. So that is why I heard doubt after I told him the phrase in Spanish.
And it made me question myself.
So this morning, in an effort to put off reading for my Brit Lit exam I called my father and tell him the correct phrasing. Then he connects these two phrases--"the moment of truth" and "take a walk on the wild side"--as the same thing.
I had to ask someone else just to be sure, but double dad gum it (you know that is all of the cursing I can do, but you know what I want to say...) they don't mean the same thing! I don't know what to do about it.
About him. I'm not nuts. I'm not. I swear I'm not.
Good grief. I'm going to do my best to not be bothered. I've got too much crap to get done and not enough time to do it.
I'm checking out. Well, I'm escorting my father to my mental door, putting him out, and changing the lock on the door. at least for as long as I can stand to do it.
Labels: Calls for Response, The Negatives, Thoughts
A Daily OM Dose of Thought
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
"No man is lonely while eating spaghetti."- Robert Morley
Geez, did I need to read this a few weeks ago. Would you believe thoughts of my father are still bothering me? That's another seminar, though. I hope this post helps out someone.
Choosing Not To Be A Target
Emotional Attacks
Hurtful confrontations often leave us feeling drained and confused. When someone attacks us emotionally, we may wonder what we did to rouse their anger, and we take their actions personally. We may ask ourselves what we could have done to compel them to behave or speak that way toward us. It's important to remember that there are no real targets in an emotional attack and that it is usually a way for the attacker to redirect their uncomfortable feelings away from themselves. When people are overcome by strong emotions, like hurt or anguish, they may see themselves as victims and lash out at others as a means of protection or to make themselves feel better. You may be able to shield yourself from an emotional attack by not taking the behavior personally. First, however, it is good to cultivate a state of detachment that can provide you with some protection from the person who is attacking you. This will allow you to feel compassion for this person and remember that their beha! vior isn't as much about you as it is about their need to vent their emotions.
If you have difficulty remaining unaffected by someone's behavior, take a moment to breathe deeply and remind yourself that you didn't do anything wrong, and you aren't responsible for people's feelings. If you can see that this person is indirectly expressing a need to you-whether they are reaching out for help or wanting to be heard-you may be able to diffuse the attack by getting them to talk about what is really bothering them.
You cannot control other people's emotions, but you can control your own. If you sense yourself responding to their negativity, try not to let yourself. Keep your heart open to them, and they may let go of their defensiveness and yield to your compassion and openness.
Geez, did I need to read this a few weeks ago. Would you believe thoughts of my father are still bothering me? That's another seminar, though. I hope this post helps out someone.
Choosing Not To Be A Target
Emotional Attacks
Hurtful confrontations often leave us feeling drained and confused. When someone attacks us emotionally, we may wonder what we did to rouse their anger, and we take their actions personally. We may ask ourselves what we could have done to compel them to behave or speak that way toward us. It's important to remember that there are no real targets in an emotional attack and that it is usually a way for the attacker to redirect their uncomfortable feelings away from themselves. When people are overcome by strong emotions, like hurt or anguish, they may see themselves as victims and lash out at others as a means of protection or to make themselves feel better. You may be able to shield yourself from an emotional attack by not taking the behavior personally. First, however, it is good to cultivate a state of detachment that can provide you with some protection from the person who is attacking you. This will allow you to feel compassion for this person and remember that their beha! vior isn't as much about you as it is about their need to vent their emotions.
If you have difficulty remaining unaffected by someone's behavior, take a moment to breathe deeply and remind yourself that you didn't do anything wrong, and you aren't responsible for people's feelings. If you can see that this person is indirectly expressing a need to you-whether they are reaching out for help or wanting to be heard-you may be able to diffuse the attack by getting them to talk about what is really bothering them.
You cannot control other people's emotions, but you can control your own. If you sense yourself responding to their negativity, try not to let yourself. Keep your heart open to them, and they may let go of their defensiveness and yield to your compassion and openness.
Ten Things This Tuesday
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
"The secret of being a bore is to tell everything."- Voltaire
Not to mock the season, but someone asked me a question which inspired--yes--a second TTTT.
Ten things I want to give up for lent:
1. My fat.
2. Being broke.
3. The taste of my foot in my mouth.
4. Writing papers.
5. College. I just want them to give me a degree so I can move on with my life.
6. Not having a man.
7. The lack of motivation of waking up to exercise.
8. Lack of sleep.
9. Seriously. Being broke. I really want to give up that.
Not to mock the season, but someone asked me a question which inspired--yes--a second TTTT.
Ten things I want to give up for lent:
1. My fat.
2. Being broke.
3. The taste of my foot in my mouth.
4. Writing papers.
5. College. I just want them to give me a degree so I can move on with my life.
6. Not having a man.
7. The lack of motivation of waking up to exercise.
8. Lack of sleep.
9. Seriously. Being broke. I really want to give up that.
Labels: Humor, Ten Things This Tuesday
Ten Things This Tuesday
"Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure." - George E. Woodberry
You know I love you, right? I love you so much that, though I am clueless to give up ten things this Tuesday, I will sit in front of this computer until I can think of something that will enlighten or entertain you.
Got it.
Ten random thoughts the people in my head are telling me to tell you:
1. "I want to go to sleep."
2. "I have an itch on my underarm."
3. "Oh my goodness! I can't believe she typed that! Do you?"
4. "Yup. I believe she did it. I'm kind of surprised that one of us hasn't said anything about the butt."
5. "My butt is moist."
6. "See what I mean."
7. "I'm going to go eat lunch, study my Spanish, read some essays and some short stories, meet with my teacher, work, eat dinner, have another meeting, then do some reading in British Literature."
8. "Now we all know you are not going to do all of that today."
9. "Well, I'm going to try, dad gum you. All of you."
10. "My butt is still moist."
You know I love you, right? I love you so much that, though I am clueless to give up ten things this Tuesday, I will sit in front of this computer until I can think of something that will enlighten or entertain you.
Got it.
Ten random thoughts the people in my head are telling me to tell you:
1. "I want to go to sleep."
2. "I have an itch on my underarm."
3. "Oh my goodness! I can't believe she typed that! Do you?"
4. "Yup. I believe she did it. I'm kind of surprised that one of us hasn't said anything about the butt."
5. "My butt is moist."
6. "See what I mean."
7. "I'm going to go eat lunch, study my Spanish, read some essays and some short stories, meet with my teacher, work, eat dinner, have another meeting, then do some reading in British Literature."
8. "Now we all know you are not going to do all of that today."
9. "Well, I'm going to try, dad gum you. All of you."
10. "My butt is still moist."
Labels: Humor, Ten Things This Tuesday
It's Not You. It's You. And You.
Monday, February 19, 2007
"Those who stand for nothing fall for anything."- Alexander Hamilton
I adore this blog of the week. Why, you may ask? Because I completely identify with the title of it. Talking to Myself: Please Shaddup I Can't Hear the Voices is a delightful concept. I mean that's what it's all about, right? Because I'm in a network of family-oriented blogs, I do have to tell you that there is adult language on this blog. It is minimal, so try to get beyond that part. This is the blog that I stole the alphabet post from, so the least I could do is let her cop a squat. I wanted to let her anyway.
She describes her blog as " A little wacky. A lot of weird. Not responsible for spilled coffee or any type of drinks snorted out onto your computer screen." It's a personal blog and I'm sticking by the statement that it is an adorable blog, indeed.
Give it a click if you don't believe me. Give it a click if you do believe me. Give it a click if you are picking at your nose (now that will make your keyboard kind of sticky, so wipe before you type). Scoot! Go! I promise I will be here when you get back.
I adore this blog of the week. Why, you may ask? Because I completely identify with the title of it. Talking to Myself: Please Shaddup I Can't Hear the Voices is a delightful concept. I mean that's what it's all about, right? Because I'm in a network of family-oriented blogs, I do have to tell you that there is adult language on this blog. It is minimal, so try to get beyond that part. This is the blog that I stole the alphabet post from, so the least I could do is let her cop a squat. I wanted to let her anyway.
She describes her blog as " A little wacky. A lot of weird. Not responsible for spilled coffee or any type of drinks snorted out onto your computer screen." It's a personal blog and I'm sticking by the statement that it is an adorable blog, indeed.
Give it a click if you don't believe me. Give it a click if you do believe me. Give it a click if you are picking at your nose (now that will make your keyboard kind of sticky, so wipe before you type). Scoot! Go! I promise I will be here when you get back.
Labels: Blog/Sites to See
Consolation Prize for My Other Bidder
"Fear makes us feel our humanity."- Benjamin "Dizzy" Disraeli
I had only two bid and they were both very special. I hope that this blogger requests a bid again.
The Witch Doctor's Ramblings (ADULT LANGUAGE) This blog has personal tidbits, but I like it because there are several posts about charities that are worthwhile causes. Please consider taking a look at this blog. She has links to other charitable sites and a cute offer to buy something small (or large) for a nominal fee. Check out this blog.
Okay, you know the deal. Scoot! Shoo! Click! I promise I will be here when you get back.
I had only two bid and they were both very special. I hope that this blogger requests a bid again.
The Witch Doctor's Ramblings (ADULT LANGUAGE) This blog has personal tidbits, but I like it because there are several posts about charities that are worthwhile causes. Please consider taking a look at this blog. She has links to other charitable sites and a cute offer to buy something small (or large) for a nominal fee. Check out this blog.
Okay, you know the deal. Scoot! Shoo! Click! I promise I will be here when you get back.
Labels: Blog/Sites to See
I'm a Cad. I Admit It.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
"The enemy of all painting is the colour grey."- Delacroix
So I put up my space for rent. Before I walked away from my desk, I see that someone has bid on my blog. I go check them out and this is what they had. You'll see later if I accept their bid or not. Ha!
A- Available or Single?
Singly available. If you saw my thighs, you'd see why.
B- Best Friend?
I have several best friends in realms of my life. The real one is Faye, a high-school classmate of mine. I'm close to a few people from several different connections at college and since they won't see this blog (well, Faye won't, either...) I won't tell you who they are. My best friend online, and my longest-lasting friend online is Bub AKA SunKingpoet. He acts like he doesn't lubs me, but I know he does. Mwahahaha.
C- Cake or Pie?
I like more cakes, but I can almost never resist a pecan pie.
D- Drink of Choice?
Six Grapes port wine. Or Amaretto di Saronno in a brandy snifter. Or some Grey Goose. If I'm in a pinch, I'm satisfied with Jack Daniels. A mixed drink only if I don't care (I just don't like them).
E- Essential Item?
Tampons. Toilet Tissue. Soap. Toothpaste. Skin-loving, moisturizing lotion. I usually have to mix lotion with olive oil, baby oil, mineral oil, or baby gel to make it work for me.
F- Favorite Color?
Brown. I can't explain it. I love that color. The perfect brown in the right place can make me smile.
G- Gummi Bears or Worms?
Ick. Neither. Next to water chestnuts, they are the worst useless food created.
H- Hometown?
Chicago.
I- Indulgence?
Having spending money.
J- January or February?
February. My birthday is in January, but I'm always looking forward to the days getting longer.
K- Kids and Names?
They have them.
L- Life is incomplete without…?
Air.
M- Marriage Date?
May never happen. I have a time limit with people.
N- Number of Siblings?
Two brothers, all by separate mothers. Even with that, I'm the dejected middle child. Egad.
O- Oranges or Apples?
Apples. I try to eat them every day. Can't get disappointed with them. A bad orange can make a day horrible.
P- Phobias/Fears?
Scary movies. Waking up and being alone like so many other women in my family. Getting sick. Not being able to motivate myself. I'd go on, but, dang, hasn't this gotten depressing enough?
Q- Favorite Quote?
"I'm just happy to be here." - me
R- Reasons to smile?
Breathing. The looks on people's faces. Seeing some of my friends here laugh. Great discoveries (even the small ones). A big spoonful of peanut butter.
S- Season?
Lawry's.
T- Tag 3 people?
With what?
U- Unknown Fact About Me?
I use scissors to scrape the dead skin off my feet. Mwahahahahaha!
V- Vegetable You Hate?
Water chestnuts. Egad, I hate them.
W- Worst Habit?
Watching television. Self-sabotaging, especially when I know I'm doing it and still can't fight it.
X- Xrays You’ve Had?
You really don't want to know. I mean come on!
Y- Your Favorite Foods?
Milk. Coffee. Smoothies. Foods? Edible ones.
Z- Zodiac?
Capricorn.
So I put up my space for rent. Before I walked away from my desk, I see that someone has bid on my blog. I go check them out and this is what they had. You'll see later if I accept their bid or not. Ha!
A- Available or Single?
Singly available. If you saw my thighs, you'd see why.
B- Best Friend?
I have several best friends in realms of my life. The real one is Faye, a high-school classmate of mine. I'm close to a few people from several different connections at college and since they won't see this blog (well, Faye won't, either...) I won't tell you who they are. My best friend online, and my longest-lasting friend online is Bub AKA SunKingpoet. He acts like he doesn't lubs me, but I know he does. Mwahahaha.
C- Cake or Pie?
I like more cakes, but I can almost never resist a pecan pie.
D- Drink of Choice?
Six Grapes port wine. Or Amaretto di Saronno in a brandy snifter. Or some Grey Goose. If I'm in a pinch, I'm satisfied with Jack Daniels. A mixed drink only if I don't care (I just don't like them).
E- Essential Item?
Tampons. Toilet Tissue. Soap. Toothpaste. Skin-loving, moisturizing lotion. I usually have to mix lotion with olive oil, baby oil, mineral oil, or baby gel to make it work for me.
F- Favorite Color?
Brown. I can't explain it. I love that color. The perfect brown in the right place can make me smile.
G- Gummi Bears or Worms?
Ick. Neither. Next to water chestnuts, they are the worst useless food created.
H- Hometown?
Chicago.
I- Indulgence?
Having spending money.
J- January or February?
February. My birthday is in January, but I'm always looking forward to the days getting longer.
K- Kids and Names?
They have them.
L- Life is incomplete without…?
Air.
M- Marriage Date?
May never happen. I have a time limit with people.
N- Number of Siblings?
Two brothers, all by separate mothers. Even with that, I'm the dejected middle child. Egad.
O- Oranges or Apples?
Apples. I try to eat them every day. Can't get disappointed with them. A bad orange can make a day horrible.
P- Phobias/Fears?
Scary movies. Waking up and being alone like so many other women in my family. Getting sick. Not being able to motivate myself. I'd go on, but, dang, hasn't this gotten depressing enough?
Q- Favorite Quote?
"I'm just happy to be here." - me
R- Reasons to smile?
Breathing. The looks on people's faces. Seeing some of my friends here laugh. Great discoveries (even the small ones). A big spoonful of peanut butter.
S- Season?
Lawry's.
T- Tag 3 people?
With what?
U- Unknown Fact About Me?
I use scissors to scrape the dead skin off my feet. Mwahahahahaha!
V- Vegetable You Hate?
Water chestnuts. Egad, I hate them.
W- Worst Habit?
Watching television. Self-sabotaging, especially when I know I'm doing it and still can't fight it.
X- Xrays You’ve Had?
You really don't want to know. I mean come on!
Y- Your Favorite Foods?
Milk. Coffee. Smoothies. Foods? Edible ones.
Z- Zodiac?
Capricorn.
Ten Things This Tuesday
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
"Enjoy yourself. If you can't enjoy yourself, enjoy somebody else."- Jack Schaefer
Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, a day for love, passion, and public displays of affection for couples. A day for angst, lowering self-esteem issues, and bitterness for us suckers who hasn't had a valentine in years because she couldn't even rent out a relationship, much less get into one because men basically suck and if they don't suck then someone else has him. Now that I think about it, I bet that someone has my man right now. Give me back my man, floozy! He's mine, you hear me! M-I-N-E!!!!!!!
Woops. Did I say that? Sorry. I digress.
Ten brand names people should think about acquiring over the next year to have a date this time next year:
1. Sonicare toothbrush.
2. Rembrandt toothpaste.
3. Scope. Listerine.
4. Dial. Zest. Coast. Irish Spring.
5. Head 'N Shoulders. Breck. L'Oreal. Creme of Nature.
6. Gillette. Bic. Nair.
7. Tic-Tac. Wrigley's. Dentyne.
8. Ace. Goody. Scrunchi.
9. Cool Water. Grey Flannel. Obsession for Men. (...the latter two my personal favorites.)
10. Bath and Body Works. The Body Shop. Walgreens.
Yeah, number ten is a list of good go-to shops for just about everything you need. I could have said Wal-Mart, but you know how you are. You will get in there for some body wash and end up with groceries, materials for a sewing or home-improvement project, and some duct tape. And let's face it: duct tape can do many things, but it will not help you smell better.
Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, a day for love, passion, and public displays of affection for couples. A day for angst, lowering self-esteem issues, and bitterness for us suckers who hasn't had a valentine in years because she couldn't even rent out a relationship, much less get into one because men basically suck and if they don't suck then someone else has him. Now that I think about it, I bet that someone has my man right now. Give me back my man, floozy! He's mine, you hear me! M-I-N-E!!!!!!!
Woops. Did I say that? Sorry. I digress.
Ten brand names people should think about acquiring over the next year to have a date this time next year:
1. Sonicare toothbrush.
2. Rembrandt toothpaste.
3. Scope. Listerine.
4. Dial. Zest. Coast. Irish Spring.
5. Head 'N Shoulders. Breck. L'Oreal. Creme of Nature.
6. Gillette. Bic. Nair.
7. Tic-Tac. Wrigley's. Dentyne.
8. Ace. Goody. Scrunchi.
9. Cool Water. Grey Flannel. Obsession for Men. (...the latter two my personal favorites.)
10. Bath and Body Works. The Body Shop. Walgreens.
Yeah, number ten is a list of good go-to shops for just about everything you need. I could have said Wal-Mart, but you know how you are. You will get in there for some body wash and end up with groceries, materials for a sewing or home-improvement project, and some duct tape. And let's face it: duct tape can do many things, but it will not help you smell better.
Labels: Humor, Ten Things This Tuesday
"Some Poeple Got to Have It. Some People Really Need It."
"Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken." - Frank Herbert
(Wow, what a good quote!)
My quest to make money on the internet When I saw this blog as a potential bidder, I started hearing The O'Jays. You whipper-snappers may know it better from hearing the song on Trump's "The Apprentice." This person's blog (because I cannot find a profile of who this person or group of people are) are hunting for ways to make money on the internet. I'm seriously considering putting them on my links list, but you know me. I don't give anyone props until they come and thank me for making a post for them.
Politeness pays!
You will see a plethura of links that will take you to ways of making money through advertising, blogging, and other venues. Please give them a click. You might get paid for it.
(Wow, what a good quote!)
My quest to make money on the internet When I saw this blog as a potential bidder, I started hearing The O'Jays. You whipper-snappers may know it better from hearing the song on Trump's "The Apprentice." This person's blog (because I cannot find a profile of who this person or group of people are) are hunting for ways to make money on the internet. I'm seriously considering putting them on my links list, but you know me. I don't give anyone props until they come and thank me for making a post for them.
Politeness pays!
You will see a plethura of links that will take you to ways of making money through advertising, blogging, and other venues. Please give them a click. You might get paid for it.
Labels: Blog Sites to See
Consolation Prizes for My Other Bidders
"It is important that students bring a certain rafamuffin, barefoot, irreverence to their studies; they are not here to worship what is known, but to question it." - Jacob Chanowski
I just have to honor what I was going to do. I hate neglecting the other bidders:
JCM'S blog and updates Julio Cezar's blog varies between his sidebar that has how much money he's made, his art, his duties as an English teacher--he sounds reluctant about having to do it, and how much the machine is going against the man. It's something he is talking about. Give him a click.
L'undone is a story that Lola is telling. What I've skimmed is interesting, but number 21 in her story is exposing a dirty little deed someone is doing. Support writers. Appreciate, don't hate! Give her a click.
Now, go on. Scoot! click on them! I promise I'll be here when you get back.
I just have to honor what I was going to do. I hate neglecting the other bidders:
JCM'S blog and updates Julio Cezar's blog varies between his sidebar that has how much money he's made, his art, his duties as an English teacher--he sounds reluctant about having to do it, and how much the machine is going against the man. It's something he is talking about. Give him a click.
L'undone is a story that Lola is telling. What I've skimmed is interesting, but number 21 in her story is exposing a dirty little deed someone is doing. Support writers. Appreciate, don't hate! Give her a click.
Now, go on. Scoot! click on them! I promise I'll be here when you get back.
Labels: Blog Sites to See, My Opinion
Oh Yeah, I Almost Forgot...
Sunday, February 11, 2007
"It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!"- Emiliano Zapata
In case anyone happens to hit me up for Click and Comments Monday, please comment often. I really am working out for every comment. In fact, I've decided to do two minutes (one morning and one evening) for every comment that pops up.
If you saw the thighs I saw, you would do the same thing and beg people to hold me to lots of minutes.
Trust me.
Ugh.
In case anyone happens to hit me up for Click and Comments Monday, please comment often. I really am working out for every comment. In fact, I've decided to do two minutes (one morning and one evening) for every comment that pops up.
If you saw the thighs I saw, you would do the same thing and beg people to hold me to lots of minutes.
Trust me.
Ugh.
Labels: Calls for Response, Humor
I Can't Believe It...
"Never raise your hand to your children -- it leaves your mid-section unprotected."- Robert Orben
I'm about to do something weird for this blog--tell you about my day.
You see, as I sit here at the computer, I'm supposed to be reading a lot of stuff. I'm saddened about not reading because it's a tick on the pro side of the sheet of why I'm habitually having bouts of depression.
I woke up this morning knowing what I wanted to do. Here is the list:
exercise
read half of my assignment for Tuesday's class
read some poetry for British Literature
I did exercise, but I did other stuff. It started off with waking up four times this morning before forcing myself out of bed at noon. I straightened up my room, showered, and went to lunch. A friend helped me with my car and I wanted to go to Border's Bookstore to read and be filled with joy for knowing that Border's exist. I got there; their cafe was closed and it was rather busy. I saw a store and tried on some clothes, discovered how much I despise my body and trying on new clothes and left. By the time I got back, it was almost 6pm. I ate and came back to my room instead of going to the library. It's after 11pm now and I am just getting the assignment for Brit Lit to read.
I don't know why I am trying to fail myself. I keep doing stuff like this and realize that I keep pulling myself behind. Well, I'm going to stop procrastinating and do some of my reading right now. I'll let you know how that works out.
For my runners up (you see I have someone in the square), JCM´s blog, updates and etc... and L'undone wanted to sit in the square, also. I will try to talk about all three in more detail, but not before Tuesday.
I'm about to do something weird for this blog--tell you about my day.
You see, as I sit here at the computer, I'm supposed to be reading a lot of stuff. I'm saddened about not reading because it's a tick on the pro side of the sheet of why I'm habitually having bouts of depression.
I woke up this morning knowing what I wanted to do. Here is the list:
exercise
read half of my assignment for Tuesday's class
read some poetry for British Literature
I did exercise, but I did other stuff. It started off with waking up four times this morning before forcing myself out of bed at noon. I straightened up my room, showered, and went to lunch. A friend helped me with my car and I wanted to go to Border's Bookstore to read and be filled with joy for knowing that Border's exist. I got there; their cafe was closed and it was rather busy. I saw a store and tried on some clothes, discovered how much I despise my body and trying on new clothes and left. By the time I got back, it was almost 6pm. I ate and came back to my room instead of going to the library. It's after 11pm now and I am just getting the assignment for Brit Lit to read.
I don't know why I am trying to fail myself. I keep doing stuff like this and realize that I keep pulling myself behind. Well, I'm going to stop procrastinating and do some of my reading right now. I'll let you know how that works out.
For my runners up (you see I have someone in the square), JCM´s blog, updates and etc... and L'undone wanted to sit in the square, also. I will try to talk about all three in more detail, but not before Tuesday.
Labels: Blog Sites to See, The Negatives, Thoughts
Either I'm Normal or I've Met Another Abnormal Person
Friday, February 09, 2007
"To be honest, one must be inconsistent."- H.G. Wells
There's a friend that has confirmed that I do have a good sense of humor.
Well, at least one that she understands.
I have another friend that I tend to scare with my humor. When I asked her if she got my humor, she gave me a scared look as she said, "sometimes."
Like for instance, yesterday was such a wonderfully warm day that my afternoon class went outside. I along with several students sat in the grass and the rest were on concrete. After I got up and started walking, I tactfully blurted, "my butt is moist."
She cringed as I laughed at the look on her face.
The point is one person understands me! Yay!
There's a friend that has confirmed that I do have a good sense of humor.
Well, at least one that she understands.
I have another friend that I tend to scare with my humor. When I asked her if she got my humor, she gave me a scared look as she said, "sometimes."
Like for instance, yesterday was such a wonderfully warm day that my afternoon class went outside. I along with several students sat in the grass and the rest were on concrete. After I got up and started walking, I tactfully blurted, "my butt is moist."
She cringed as I laughed at the look on her face.
The point is one person understands me! Yay!
Labels: Humor, My Writing, Prose, Thoughts
Update from "I'm Going to Hide."
"I wear my wife's eyeglasses because she wants me to see things her way."- Jason Feinburg
So, I saw the young woman who insulted me today.
Let me back up. Did I tell you about the next morning? I didn't? Ooooohhh... let me tell YOU!!!
So, as some of you know (the millions of you that read my blog--yeesh), I live in a dorm cube with 8 other women. She is one of my cubemates. We occasionally meet each other in passing or in the bathroom. No big deal.
It so happens that she and her best friend were in the shower stalls (don't you freaky guys get any ideas--they each were alone in separate shower stalls!) when I went to the bathroom that morning. And did vengence have a grasp of my brain! I tell you! If you knew the dirty thoughts I had in my mind over those minutes, you would never think of me as kind and sweet again! (Let me just say that one of those dirty thoughts involved a camera and internet access--THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING!!)
After I flushed and washed my hands, I walked to within hearing shot of her and said, "Oooohh, if you knew the thoughts of revenge that I had rolling through my head right now..."
There was a moment of silence after I fulfilled her request of repeating myself. She then said, "Are you really bothered about that?"
"No. I just know that every joke has a tinge of truth." I left the bathroom. I felt the satisfaction curl the edges of my lips as I walked away.
Now! Back to today! Let me say that is rainy and cold here (yes, it does get cold in Mississippi and I'm not just saying that). Here is the dialogue. She spoke first.
"Hey, mawma." (it used to burn me inside, but I've gotten over it.)
"Hey, Bipsy." (Not her real name, but it's just something about calling someone a "Bipsy..." When you find the perfect situation for it, you will understand. Promise.)
"You take your arthritis medicine this morning?" (Another thing that I've gotten used to, she says this in kind.)
"I don't need it. Can't you smell the metholatum?" (We both chuckle.)
As we walk away from each other, she says, "You be careful out there," with sincerity.
I don't buy it. "Don't worry, I'm not at hip-breaking age yet."
"No, I mean it. It's wet out there and I don't want you to get into an accident or anything."She says more I-care-about-you stuff.
I buy that. "Well, thank you, Bipsy. I appreciate that."
"Besides, I don't want you to twist your ankle, old woman."
I laughed.
So, we are back on good terms.
Not that I've forgotten, mind you.
So, I saw the young woman who insulted me today.
Let me back up. Did I tell you about the next morning? I didn't? Ooooohhh... let me tell YOU!!!
So, as some of you know (the millions of you that read my blog--yeesh), I live in a dorm cube with 8 other women. She is one of my cubemates. We occasionally meet each other in passing or in the bathroom. No big deal.
It so happens that she and her best friend were in the shower stalls (don't you freaky guys get any ideas--they each were alone in separate shower stalls!) when I went to the bathroom that morning. And did vengence have a grasp of my brain! I tell you! If you knew the dirty thoughts I had in my mind over those minutes, you would never think of me as kind and sweet again! (Let me just say that one of those dirty thoughts involved a camera and internet access--THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING!!)
After I flushed and washed my hands, I walked to within hearing shot of her and said, "Oooohh, if you knew the thoughts of revenge that I had rolling through my head right now..."
There was a moment of silence after I fulfilled her request of repeating myself. She then said, "Are you really bothered about that?"
"No. I just know that every joke has a tinge of truth." I left the bathroom. I felt the satisfaction curl the edges of my lips as I walked away.
Now! Back to today! Let me say that is rainy and cold here (yes, it does get cold in Mississippi and I'm not just saying that). Here is the dialogue. She spoke first.
"Hey, mawma." (it used to burn me inside, but I've gotten over it.)
"Hey, Bipsy." (Not her real name, but it's just something about calling someone a "Bipsy..." When you find the perfect situation for it, you will understand. Promise.)
"You take your arthritis medicine this morning?" (Another thing that I've gotten used to, she says this in kind.)
"I don't need it. Can't you smell the metholatum?" (We both chuckle.)
As we walk away from each other, she says, "You be careful out there," with sincerity.
I don't buy it. "Don't worry, I'm not at hip-breaking age yet."
"No, I mean it. It's wet out there and I don't want you to get into an accident or anything."She says more I-care-about-you stuff.
I buy that. "Well, thank you, Bipsy. I appreciate that."
"Besides, I don't want you to twist your ankle, old woman."
I laughed.
So, we are back on good terms.
Not that I've forgotten, mind you.
What Is the Problem, Now?
"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."- Jacques Benigne Bossuel
Two things on this blog (there's more, but I'm blocking them to avoid having to plead an insanity case for what I may do if I ride that train of thought) that I'm going to bug you about.
Nah, one at a time. I'll make this one first so it will be second and the next one will be first until the next one which will be after this one and this one will no longer be first.
Catch that? Good. I don't want you trying to read that again.
So my dad calls me. (I'm thinking about making a category called, "Yeah, this one is about my daddy again..." Who knows.) He says nice things to me like, "I love you," "I just want what's best for you," and stuff like that.
I didn't buy it. I knew he was about to say something that made me want to ask him, "What is that supposed to mean, pal?"
He said, "but my heart goes out for you."
What is that supposed to mean, pal?
Okay, you guys, you have read my conversations with my father before, so I ask you. What--oh yeah, I said that twice already, didn't I?
I know one thing. I have to do well here. I have to succeed. Want to know why? Because there are some times that I think about my father. Though I know that there are some men who have lived their whole lives without knowing their children's faces, I should be grateful of knowing my father's name among other things. At the same time, I recall some of the things he has said to me and I wonder. Am I the only person that he talks to like that? Is he seeing my mama when he sees me? Can he not find any redeeming qualities that warrant me to be a little more than mentally incapacitated? Would he even treat me the same way if I were the person that I am when I am away from him? What does he see in me that makes him think that I gave him carte blanche on verbally abusing me the way he does? How can I even remain to have emotional ties to a man who diminishes my spirit whenever he berates me about intangible things?
(Looks like I got my boarding pass and have taken my seat. I might as well continue this train.)
It is my dream to have a dialogue with him that would leave me empowered for a change. It's like Lucy and Charlie Brown. Yup, I went there. Go with me on this. Why does he ever so rarely convince me that he is going to keep the football for me to kick and snatches it whenever I begin to entrust my emotions towards him? Why do people do that? Are some people's souls fed when make others feel as if they are beneath them?
Listen, people. This man is my sole flesh and blood in the universe. There is nobody else who is uniquely connected to me by my parents. So why in the Sam Hill (this is a family blog, you know...) is this happening to me? Am I supposed to be strengthened by it? Is it supposed to build me up? Well, guess what, people. It devastates me.
What's worse? I do love my father and I refuse to give up on him, but I know I will never get the love that I once felt from him ever again. How can my spirit get over something like that? How can I even consider that I can possess pure love--any kind of love--when the first man in my life cannot fulfill me?
Two things on this blog (there's more, but I'm blocking them to avoid having to plead an insanity case for what I may do if I ride that train of thought) that I'm going to bug you about.
Nah, one at a time. I'll make this one first so it will be second and the next one will be first until the next one which will be after this one and this one will no longer be first.
Catch that? Good. I don't want you trying to read that again.
So my dad calls me. (I'm thinking about making a category called, "Yeah, this one is about my daddy again..." Who knows.) He says nice things to me like, "I love you," "I just want what's best for you," and stuff like that.
I didn't buy it. I knew he was about to say something that made me want to ask him, "What is that supposed to mean, pal?"
He said, "but my heart goes out for you."
What is that supposed to mean, pal?
Okay, you guys, you have read my conversations with my father before, so I ask you. What--oh yeah, I said that twice already, didn't I?
I know one thing. I have to do well here. I have to succeed. Want to know why? Because there are some times that I think about my father. Though I know that there are some men who have lived their whole lives without knowing their children's faces, I should be grateful of knowing my father's name among other things. At the same time, I recall some of the things he has said to me and I wonder. Am I the only person that he talks to like that? Is he seeing my mama when he sees me? Can he not find any redeeming qualities that warrant me to be a little more than mentally incapacitated? Would he even treat me the same way if I were the person that I am when I am away from him? What does he see in me that makes him think that I gave him carte blanche on verbally abusing me the way he does? How can I even remain to have emotional ties to a man who diminishes my spirit whenever he berates me about intangible things?
(Looks like I got my boarding pass and have taken my seat. I might as well continue this train.)
It is my dream to have a dialogue with him that would leave me empowered for a change. It's like Lucy and Charlie Brown. Yup, I went there. Go with me on this. Why does he ever so rarely convince me that he is going to keep the football for me to kick and snatches it whenever I begin to entrust my emotions towards him? Why do people do that? Are some people's souls fed when make others feel as if they are beneath them?
Listen, people. This man is my sole flesh and blood in the universe. There is nobody else who is uniquely connected to me by my parents. So why in the Sam Hill (this is a family blog, you know...) is this happening to me? Am I supposed to be strengthened by it? Is it supposed to build me up? Well, guess what, people. It devastates me.
What's worse? I do love my father and I refuse to give up on him, but I know I will never get the love that I once felt from him ever again. How can my spirit get over something like that? How can I even consider that I can possess pure love--any kind of love--when the first man in my life cannot fulfill me?
Labels: My Opinion, My Writing, The Negatives, Thoughts
Ten Things This Tuesday
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
"My wife went to the beauty parlor and got a mud pack. For two days she looked nice. Then the mud fell off." - Henny Youngman
6. "American means white, and Africanist people struggle to make the term applicable to themselves with ethnicity and hyphen after hyphen after hyphen." - Toni Morrison
7. "The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at." - Jesse Owens
8. "Freedom is never given; it is won." - A. Phillip Randolph
9. "No time to marry, no time to settle down; I'm a young woman, and I ain't done runnin' around." - Bessie Smith
10. "When I found I had crossed that line, [on her first escape from slavery, 1845] I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything." - Harriet Tubman
I woke up knowing what my TTTT was going to be:
Ten African-American quotes:
1. "It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others. . . . One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warrings ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder." - W. E. B. Du Bois
2. "The question is not whether we can afford to invest in every child; it is whether we can afford not to." - Marian Wright Edelman
3. "I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. . . . Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife." - Zora Neale Huston
4. "We have come over a way that with tears has
been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the
blood of the slaughtered." - James Weldon Johnson
5. "I can accept failure. Everyone fails at something. But I can't accept not trying." - Michael Jordan
6. "American means white, and Africanist people struggle to make the term applicable to themselves with ethnicity and hyphen after hyphen after hyphen." - Toni Morrison
7. "The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that's where it's at." - Jesse Owens
8. "Freedom is never given; it is won." - A. Phillip Randolph
9. "No time to marry, no time to settle down; I'm a young woman, and I ain't done runnin' around." - Bessie Smith
10. "When I found I had crossed that line, [on her first escape from slavery, 1845] I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything." - Harriet Tubman
Labels: Quotes, Ten Things This Tuesday
I'm Going to Hide
Sunday, February 04, 2007
"I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually." - James Baldwin
I often wonder if people feel the way I feel. I think that was confirmed last night.
Let me preface this by saying that I have yet to find an on-campus student who is as old as I am. The oldest that I have found is 25.
I had a person--well, more than one person do this, but this one was different--jokingly insult me. The thing is that what she said was right. She told me that nobody got my jokes because I was old. I didn't think that I would have been upset about it. Dare I say, I took it well. This statement was one of those things that stops time, everyone laughs out loud as they, "ooooohh," and congratulate the person who said it.
Sounded like everyone agreed.
I laughed about it, too, after I almost jumped on her. I couldn't laugh as hard given what had been going on with my father. But at this moment, I am hard-pressed to not let it get to me.
In one sense, I know there is this universality of at least okay with one's self. However, I know this--actually, I've known for all of my life--something that is really painful to me.
I'm one of those people who just don't get it. I've always felt as if I were standing outside a building that all of the people around me are standing in. I see myself pulling, pushing, and tugging hard at the door, begging people to let me in, but nobody has a notion to allow me inside.
I remember when I was in the first grade. I had my first "best friend," Lisa. We would play and talk and lots of things. One day, when I got to school, she was playing with three other girls, Pat, Bettina, and Gwen. At the time, she and I were the only black girls in that grade. And she hated me. She was definitely one of the cool ones--people liked her, she was smart, she had long, thick, pretty hair--and I think she might have deemed me as being competition or just unworthy. So she and the other two literally snatched Lisa away from me. LITERALLY. They had one arm and I had the other. I was pulling with all of my might to keep my friend, but they were relentless. Over the years, I've thought that Lisa wanted to go.
I've had things happen to me in my childhood that affected me. Let me just say there are men out there who are really sick. My mom's car accident affected me, also.
I think that if I let anyone around me read this, there would be either pity or dispute, but I know it's true.
Anyway, I'm not rich enough to buy a person to help me change my personality, so I guess that I'll just have to deal with it.
I often wonder if people feel the way I feel. I think that was confirmed last night.
Let me preface this by saying that I have yet to find an on-campus student who is as old as I am. The oldest that I have found is 25.
I had a person--well, more than one person do this, but this one was different--jokingly insult me. The thing is that what she said was right. She told me that nobody got my jokes because I was old. I didn't think that I would have been upset about it. Dare I say, I took it well. This statement was one of those things that stops time, everyone laughs out loud as they, "ooooohh," and congratulate the person who said it.
Sounded like everyone agreed.
I laughed about it, too, after I almost jumped on her. I couldn't laugh as hard given what had been going on with my father. But at this moment, I am hard-pressed to not let it get to me.
In one sense, I know there is this universality of at least okay with one's self. However, I know this--actually, I've known for all of my life--something that is really painful to me.
I'm one of those people who just don't get it. I've always felt as if I were standing outside a building that all of the people around me are standing in. I see myself pulling, pushing, and tugging hard at the door, begging people to let me in, but nobody has a notion to allow me inside.
I remember when I was in the first grade. I had my first "best friend," Lisa. We would play and talk and lots of things. One day, when I got to school, she was playing with three other girls, Pat, Bettina, and Gwen. At the time, she and I were the only black girls in that grade. And she hated me. She was definitely one of the cool ones--people liked her, she was smart, she had long, thick, pretty hair--and I think she might have deemed me as being competition or just unworthy. So she and the other two literally snatched Lisa away from me. LITERALLY. They had one arm and I had the other. I was pulling with all of my might to keep my friend, but they were relentless. Over the years, I've thought that Lisa wanted to go.
I've had things happen to me in my childhood that affected me. Let me just say there are men out there who are really sick. My mom's car accident affected me, also.
I think that if I let anyone around me read this, there would be either pity or dispute, but I know it's true.
Anyway, I'm not rich enough to buy a person to help me change my personality, so I guess that I'll just have to deal with it.
Labels: My Opinion, My Writing, Prose, Thoughts
In a Quoting Mood, huh...
Saturday, February 03, 2007
"I refuse to consign the whole male sex to the nursery. I insist on believing that some men are my equals." - Brigid Brophy
"The closest sound to Roseanne Barr's singing the national Anthem was my cat being neutered." - Johnny Carson
"Violence is as American as cherry pie." - Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Baron Lytton
"I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill." - Thomas Alva Edison
"The penalty of success is to be bored by people who used to snub you." - Nancy Astor
"It is impossible to enjoy idling unless there is plenty of work to do." - Jerome K. Jerome
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant:if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." - Anne Bradstreet
"To refuse praise reveals a desire to be praised twice over." - Duc de la Rochefoucauld
"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." - William Butler Yeats
"There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't and that's a wife who can't cook and will." - Robert Frost
"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." - Franklin D. Roosevelt
"My philosophy has always been simple: Believe in yourself." - Tommy John
"The closest sound to Roseanne Barr's singing the national Anthem was my cat being neutered." - Johnny Carson
"Violence is as American as cherry pie." - Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Baron Lytton
"I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill." - Thomas Alva Edison
"The penalty of success is to be bored by people who used to snub you." - Nancy Astor
"It is impossible to enjoy idling unless there is plenty of work to do." - Jerome K. Jerome
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant:if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." - Anne Bradstreet
"To refuse praise reveals a desire to be praised twice over." - Duc de la Rochefoucauld
"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." - William Butler Yeats
"There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't and that's a wife who can't cook and will." - Robert Frost
"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." - Franklin D. Roosevelt
"My philosophy has always been simple: Believe in yourself." - Tommy John
Labels: Feel Goods, Humor, Quotes, Thoughts
Pet Peeve Post... GRRRRRR...
"What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
So this morning I woke up early and did what had to be done--I went to the bathroom. Living in a dorm situation is interesting at best, but I like the convenience and intimacy of the cube-style dorm living. The entrance opens up to a hallway where the entrances to the dorm rooms are located. There are nine rooms--8 double-occupancy and a single-occupancy--along with the bathroom, but only 12 women occupy the rooms (and you don't want to know how long it took me to figure that out--ick).
I digress. Last night, I met one of the women in the bathroom. She put a sign on the bathroom door that basically told the other women to wash their hands. We chuckled, cringed then moved on with our lives. This morning I see someone's comments added at the bottom:
"God created my hands and they are clean. I do not need to wash them."
I wanted to cry. I wanted to lie out on the cold, bare bathroom floor and cry. Then I wanted to hurl. I wanted to hurl a big, fat, honking rock upside the head of the woman who wrote it. Instead, I washed my hands, went to my room and found a sword of choice: a medium-point Sharpie. (For those of you who don't know, [as if millions of people read what I write--yeesh] a Sharpie is a permanent ink felt-tip marker.) I turned to the sign behind the bathroom door and wrote:
"And the devil is out there. WASH YOUR HANDS!"
I'll report on this as developments happen. In fact, I wrote an op/ed on it that I may submit to the school paper. I may put it here.
So this morning I woke up early and did what had to be done--I went to the bathroom. Living in a dorm situation is interesting at best, but I like the convenience and intimacy of the cube-style dorm living. The entrance opens up to a hallway where the entrances to the dorm rooms are located. There are nine rooms--8 double-occupancy and a single-occupancy--along with the bathroom, but only 12 women occupy the rooms (and you don't want to know how long it took me to figure that out--ick).
I digress. Last night, I met one of the women in the bathroom. She put a sign on the bathroom door that basically told the other women to wash their hands. We chuckled, cringed then moved on with our lives. This morning I see someone's comments added at the bottom:
"God created my hands and they are clean. I do not need to wash them."
I wanted to cry. I wanted to lie out on the cold, bare bathroom floor and cry. Then I wanted to hurl. I wanted to hurl a big, fat, honking rock upside the head of the woman who wrote it. Instead, I washed my hands, went to my room and found a sword of choice: a medium-point Sharpie. (For those of you who don't know, [as if millions of people read what I write--yeesh] a Sharpie is a permanent ink felt-tip marker.) I turned to the sign behind the bathroom door and wrote:
"And the devil is out there. WASH YOUR HANDS!"
I'll report on this as developments happen. In fact, I wrote an op/ed on it that I may submit to the school paper. I may put it here.
Labels: My Opinion, Prose, Thoughts
Friday Night Blogs
Friday, February 02, 2007
"Don't worry about senility- when it hits you, you won't know it."- Bill Cosby
So, I'm sitting at the library, and, after realizing I have only 15 minutes to do this, I am still going to check out some sites:
Jali's House She's got a good idea for assisting women. Scroll down for a line just about anyone can use.
Full Metal Photographer Whenever I need to do some reflecting, I go to Kelly and he never disappoints. There's a real link for "letting sleeping dogs lie."
Living with Multiple Personalities One of these days, Cat's gonna hook me up and I'll thank her for it. Until then, just go look at her. Tell her that gina said, "I'm waiting!!!!" She's getting geeky with it.
Celebrate Life Daily If you ever need a line to get out of going to school or work, scroll down a smidge and follow what one guy did. I believed it--until I saw it.
The Lost Girls They got an award! Go check out the article written about them in National Geographic Traveler's website! Absolutely kewl!
Okay, that was 15 minutes worth. I gotta go shut down. In more ways than one. I've got stuff to talk about, but my mind and reading have drained me of the opportunity to remember.
So, I'm sitting at the library, and, after realizing I have only 15 minutes to do this, I am still going to check out some sites:
Jali's House She's got a good idea for assisting women. Scroll down for a line just about anyone can use.
Full Metal Photographer Whenever I need to do some reflecting, I go to Kelly and he never disappoints. There's a real link for "letting sleeping dogs lie."
Living with Multiple Personalities One of these days, Cat's gonna hook me up and I'll thank her for it. Until then, just go look at her. Tell her that gina said, "I'm waiting!!!!" She's getting geeky with it.
Celebrate Life Daily If you ever need a line to get out of going to school or work, scroll down a smidge and follow what one guy did. I believed it--until I saw it.
The Lost Girls They got an award! Go check out the article written about them in National Geographic Traveler's website! Absolutely kewl!
Okay, that was 15 minutes worth. I gotta go shut down. In more ways than one. I've got stuff to talk about, but my mind and reading have drained me of the opportunity to remember.
Labels: Blog Sites to See
A Daily OM Dose of Thought
"I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually." - James Baldwin
Like No One Is Watching
Shake Your Tail Feathers
Most of us express our distinctiveness in many ways throughout our lives. Although, as we proudly share our offbeat traits and preferences with the world, we take great pains to downplay those eccentricities we ourselves deem odd. Instead of living lives colored by these quirky impulses, we seek out socially acceptable outlets for our peculiarities. We may not realize that we are editing ourselves in this way because our individual societal awareness is unintentionally attuned to the attitudes of the people we encounter each day. Over time, we have learned to suppress some of the most fun aspects of individuality. To rediscover and embrace these buried traits, we need only ask ourselves what we would do if we knew for certain that no one would judge our choices.
Visualizing this day without judgment can help you better understand the idiosyncrasies that are an important part of who you are but seldom manifest themselves in your existence. Perhaps you secretly dream of replacing grown-up, conservative clothing in favor of a changing array of costumes. You may envision yourself painting your car electric-green, hugging the trees in a crowded local park, singing joyous songs as you skip through your community, or taking up an exciting hobby like fire spinning. Try not to be surprised, however, if your imagination takes you in unexpectedly simple directions. In your musings, you may see yourself doing things such as breaking out in dance or dying your hair a fun color. Regardless of the nature of your suppressed peculiarities, ask yourself what is really stopping you from making them a part of your life, and then resolve to incorporate at least one into your everyday existence.
Life as we know it is so short. Making the most of years we are granted is a matter of being ourselves even though we know that we will inevitably encounter people who disapprove of our choices. When you shake your tail feathers like no one is watching, you will discover that there are many others who appreciate you because you are willing to let go of any inhibition. By doing this you help others know it is okay. No one else in the world is precisely like you and, each time you revel in this simple fact, you rededicate yourself to the celebration of individuality.
Like No One Is Watching
Shake Your Tail Feathers
Most of us express our distinctiveness in many ways throughout our lives. Although, as we proudly share our offbeat traits and preferences with the world, we take great pains to downplay those eccentricities we ourselves deem odd. Instead of living lives colored by these quirky impulses, we seek out socially acceptable outlets for our peculiarities. We may not realize that we are editing ourselves in this way because our individual societal awareness is unintentionally attuned to the attitudes of the people we encounter each day. Over time, we have learned to suppress some of the most fun aspects of individuality. To rediscover and embrace these buried traits, we need only ask ourselves what we would do if we knew for certain that no one would judge our choices.
Visualizing this day without judgment can help you better understand the idiosyncrasies that are an important part of who you are but seldom manifest themselves in your existence. Perhaps you secretly dream of replacing grown-up, conservative clothing in favor of a changing array of costumes. You may envision yourself painting your car electric-green, hugging the trees in a crowded local park, singing joyous songs as you skip through your community, or taking up an exciting hobby like fire spinning. Try not to be surprised, however, if your imagination takes you in unexpectedly simple directions. In your musings, you may see yourself doing things such as breaking out in dance or dying your hair a fun color. Regardless of the nature of your suppressed peculiarities, ask yourself what is really stopping you from making them a part of your life, and then resolve to incorporate at least one into your everyday existence.
Life as we know it is so short. Making the most of years we are granted is a matter of being ourselves even though we know that we will inevitably encounter people who disapprove of our choices. When you shake your tail feathers like no one is watching, you will discover that there are many others who appreciate you because you are willing to let go of any inhibition. By doing this you help others know it is okay. No one else in the world is precisely like you and, each time you revel in this simple fact, you rededicate yourself to the celebration of individuality.
A Daily OM Dose of Thought
Thursday, February 01, 2007
"Eighty percent of married men cheat in America. The rest cheat in Europe." - Jackie Mason
Redefining Health
Throw Away Your Scale
Redefining Health
Throw Away Your Scale
Health is not a numerical concept and cannot be defined using statistics. Human beings, however, tend to want to quantify well-being into easily understandable figures. We feel compelled to ascribe numbers to every aspect of wellness, from the qualities of our food to our fitness levels to the physical space we occupy. As a consequence of social pressures, we turn our attention away from health and focus instead on the most contentious of these figures-weight-checking our scales to see how we measure up to our peers and role models. Yet each of us is equipped to gauge our relative healthfulness without any equipment whatsoever. When we have achieved a state of wellness, we feel buoyant and energetic. Some of us are naturally slim, while others will always be curvy. No matter what our weight, we can use the cues we receive from our physical and mental selves to judge how healthy we really are.
When you throw away your scale, you commit to a lifestyle that honors the innate wisdom that comes from within your body and within your mind. It is logical to examine how you feel while considering your health-a strong, fit, and well-nourished individual will seldom feel heavy, bloated, or fatigued. If you have concerns regarding your weight, remind yourself that at its proper weight, your body will feel buoyant and agile. Movement becomes a source of joy. Sitting, standing, walking, and bending are all easy to do because your joints and organs are functioning as they were meant to. When you are physically healthy, your mind will also typically occupy a place of well-being. Mental clarity and an ability to focus are two natural traits of whole-self health. Surprisingly, promoting this type of easy-to-discern wellness within yourself takes no special effort outside of satisfying your hunger with nourishing, wholesome foods and moving your body.
The numbers you see on the scale, while nominally informative, can prevent you from reaching your healthful eating goals by giving you a false indicator of health. You will know when you have achieved true health because every fiber of your being will send you signals of wellness. When you choose to listen to these signals instead of relying on the scale, your definition of well-being will be uniquely adapted to the needs of your body and of your mind.