When I went to bed last night I was chewing gum (go figure), and I fell asleep with it still in my mouth. When I woke up, I still had the gum in my mouth, but I also had gum in my HAIR! Not on my pillow, not anywhere else on me, not on the bed, just in my hair :-( and I just got it cut too.
So now I have peanut butter head because it was in a spot I couldn’t cut it out.
How does that kind of stuff happen anyways?
25 June 2005
20 June 2005
Good Thing, Bad Thing
When I was in high school, I was part of something amazing. I'm not sure how it began, but within the first few months of high school we had several things occur that began to push our class together against the school authority. This is not to say that my class was not cliquish, we were, but every stupid decision made by the teachers, administrators, and/or board only seemed to infuriate us more, but like a squishy ball pressed in from all sides, my class stuck together.
By late in my freshman year we had gotten to the point that we were not going to be pushed around as a group. It kind of came to a head at a spring pep rally. Evidently we had not showed enough enthusiasm for the school something or other, and we were told to stay after everyone else left and we were given a stern "blah blah blah" lecture and told that we could leave as soon as we stood and sang the school fight song. No one moved. We sat and stared at the teachers, they stared at us... I remember it being an hour at least before the stand off ended, I don't even recall if we sang or not, but the point had been made, and reinforced in everyones mind. Stick together and you cannot get bullied, even by ADULTS... and this was a Catholic high school.
What a powerful, wonderful lesson. When some goody goody decided to take the soda machines out of the cafeteria, we struck, and for three days no one got cafeteria food. (I can still tell you the two people who crossed the line, one it wasn't important she was clueless, but other, you know who you are). By Friday, we had our soda machines back. A write in student council president, a second senior skip day when a couple of people were suspended for taking place in the first one... and on and on and on. A change in the administration occurred. I am certain that we were not the only group to party upon our graduation.
Looking back, this was one of the most incredible things that could have happened to me as a young person. The power of the people.
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Since I turned my life around and have come to understand certain aspects of the dysfunctionality of my rearing. I came to believe that, like many or most with my background, I had a dislike of authority because of the chaos shown from my parents as I grew up. Yes, I have had trouble with authority my entire life, with some of the people I have had as bosses, with teachers, with church leaders, with society. In particular the self serving ones. I've told a boss "...why do try to make me believe what you are telling me, I only have to do what you say, not like it..."
As I said, I thought that my disdain for authority came from my childhood, but as I think more about it, I'm not sure that is it. I think as I learned the above lesson about power flowing up, I've really never quite gotten over the headiness of the experience. That a united group of people standing their ground, or moving together, can accomplish more than any single individual could hope to do. My attempts to lead are like this, gathering a group together to do something, or to protest something. My personality is geared toward groups. My understanding of God is viewed as the one who is all. My love of the Christian church? The body of Christ.
Unfortunately, for me, all of this is out of cycle, I graduated in 1982, not 1962, and soon to follow my graduation was the me-first 80's, not the protesting 60's. I realize this is all cyclical and that eventually authority will lose it's grip in this country and the power will go back to the people, but it doesn't help me from missing those days when I could as, part of group, accomplish the normally unobtainable.
By late in my freshman year we had gotten to the point that we were not going to be pushed around as a group. It kind of came to a head at a spring pep rally. Evidently we had not showed enough enthusiasm for the school something or other, and we were told to stay after everyone else left and we were given a stern "blah blah blah" lecture and told that we could leave as soon as we stood and sang the school fight song. No one moved. We sat and stared at the teachers, they stared at us... I remember it being an hour at least before the stand off ended, I don't even recall if we sang or not, but the point had been made, and reinforced in everyones mind. Stick together and you cannot get bullied, even by ADULTS... and this was a Catholic high school.
What a powerful, wonderful lesson. When some goody goody decided to take the soda machines out of the cafeteria, we struck, and for three days no one got cafeteria food. (I can still tell you the two people who crossed the line, one it wasn't important she was clueless, but other, you know who you are). By Friday, we had our soda machines back. A write in student council president, a second senior skip day when a couple of people were suspended for taking place in the first one... and on and on and on. A change in the administration occurred. I am certain that we were not the only group to party upon our graduation.
Looking back, this was one of the most incredible things that could have happened to me as a young person. The power of the people.
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Since I turned my life around and have come to understand certain aspects of the dysfunctionality of my rearing. I came to believe that, like many or most with my background, I had a dislike of authority because of the chaos shown from my parents as I grew up. Yes, I have had trouble with authority my entire life, with some of the people I have had as bosses, with teachers, with church leaders, with society. In particular the self serving ones. I've told a boss "...why do try to make me believe what you are telling me, I only have to do what you say, not like it..."
As I said, I thought that my disdain for authority came from my childhood, but as I think more about it, I'm not sure that is it. I think as I learned the above lesson about power flowing up, I've really never quite gotten over the headiness of the experience. That a united group of people standing their ground, or moving together, can accomplish more than any single individual could hope to do. My attempts to lead are like this, gathering a group together to do something, or to protest something. My personality is geared toward groups. My understanding of God is viewed as the one who is all. My love of the Christian church? The body of Christ.
Unfortunately, for me, all of this is out of cycle, I graduated in 1982, not 1962, and soon to follow my graduation was the me-first 80's, not the protesting 60's. I realize this is all cyclical and that eventually authority will lose it's grip in this country and the power will go back to the people, but it doesn't help me from missing those days when I could as, part of group, accomplish the normally unobtainable.
16 June 2005
Back to Purple
I'm sure you all so my orange post, so I guess you will be surprised to hear that I am back to purple. I couldn't find the orange. *sigh*
Top Three Lies
In a bold attempt to generate some commenting on my blog... the following are the top three relationship lies straight women tell (probably doesn't apply to jitterbugs, cause they love nerds):
Number 3: I want a nice guy. Lie. What you really want is a 1) good looking, 2 )rich, or 3) bad boy or cowboy (in fact all three) who comes into your life, sweeps you off your feet - seemingly against your will, and after a token struggle by you, he whisks you away to his mansion. Just exactly in the manner in which you daydream about for six hours a day... oh, and hopefully he is nice too.
Number 2: I want a guy who is spontaneous. Lie. This can be translated as; I want a guy to surprise me with the gifts and flowers I want, when I want them. Or I want a guy who wants to go out to do exactly what I want to do, only I don't have to suggest it to him, he just knows it without me saying anything.
And of course, number 1: I want a guy who is honest. LIE LIE LIE. Even if we as men never spoke unless spoken to, this is still a lie. If it wasn't a lie, you'd never ask questions like "Does the dress make me look fat?" "Do you like my new haircut?" or "Do you want to hear what my friends' cousins' boss did?" Once questions like this are out there, we are caught, there is no right or acceptable answer. In fact, why not just carry around mace or pepper spray and any time you feel like asking us a question like that, instead just spray us in the face with it, I'm sure it will be more pleasant than questions like that.
(now if only I was a nerd)
Number 3: I want a nice guy. Lie. What you really want is a 1) good looking, 2 )rich, or 3) bad boy or cowboy (in fact all three) who comes into your life, sweeps you off your feet - seemingly against your will, and after a token struggle by you, he whisks you away to his mansion. Just exactly in the manner in which you daydream about for six hours a day... oh, and hopefully he is nice too.
Number 2: I want a guy who is spontaneous. Lie. This can be translated as; I want a guy to surprise me with the gifts and flowers I want, when I want them. Or I want a guy who wants to go out to do exactly what I want to do, only I don't have to suggest it to him, he just knows it without me saying anything.
And of course, number 1: I want a guy who is honest. LIE LIE LIE. Even if we as men never spoke unless spoken to, this is still a lie. If it wasn't a lie, you'd never ask questions like "Does the dress make me look fat?" "Do you like my new haircut?" or "Do you want to hear what my friends' cousins' boss did?" Once questions like this are out there, we are caught, there is no right or acceptable answer. In fact, why not just carry around mace or pepper spray and any time you feel like asking us a question like that, instead just spray us in the face with it, I'm sure it will be more pleasant than questions like that.
(now if only I was a nerd)
13 June 2005
Rats!
It looks like one of my fancy rats, Sis, has a tumor. I know that they are susceptible to tumors, so I check them pretty much all the time. This one got by me because it was in-between her front paws, and soft... I was expecting something more like the fatty tumors I or Cherokee have had, hard lumps... so I missed it.
I started to notice her slowing down about a week ago, but didn't really figure it out until, well, I saw it.
Color me fairly unhappy about this. I know that I am fairly comfortable with "the circle of life", but it is tough to be emotionally unattached, even when you know that she has nearly reached the end of her reasonable life span.
I know it's the whole suffering thing for me. Prolonged suffering serves no purpose, and I don't want her to be uncomfortable. For the time being, she is eating, drinking, running in her wheel, and not seeming crabby... so I'm thinking she is okay for now.
I started to notice her slowing down about a week ago, but didn't really figure it out until, well, I saw it.
Color me fairly unhappy about this. I know that I am fairly comfortable with "the circle of life", but it is tough to be emotionally unattached, even when you know that she has nearly reached the end of her reasonable life span.
I know it's the whole suffering thing for me. Prolonged suffering serves no purpose, and I don't want her to be uncomfortable. For the time being, she is eating, drinking, running in her wheel, and not seeming crabby... so I'm thinking she is okay for now.
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