I'm not thrilled with our new president. I don't agree with almost all of his views on the issues facing our country. However, the voice of the people has spoken. I will respect Mr. Obama as my president and pray for him as he takes over this nation's highest position. I have hopes that he can accomplish good things for this country --as he listens to the voice of the people he serves.
With that said, this Proposition 8 thing.... First, let me be clear. I would have been with the 52% of California state voting for it to pass. I'm not going to go into my reasons why. If you want to ask me sometime, we can talk. I'd be happy to.
Now, the people of California have spoken --twice, mind you. They have stood up for what they believe amid some serious persecution; which is what brings me to what I really want to say. I've followed some message boards in the last couple weeks regarding Proposition 8. I can not for the life of me understand people who SCREAM at you to be tolerant and to be Christian, love everyone for who they are, allow them to have the same rights as everyone else, etc., and then they call you bigot, a religious zealot, a moron, unintelligent, brainwashed....it goes on and on. How does that fit? Can you really tell someone they are a hypocrite as a Christian and then say these hateful things as you explain how tolerant you are? What. a. crock. Tolerant as long as it fits your way of thinking, I guess.
The people have spoken. Accept it. If you are for gay marriage and you would like to promote that for the future, well this amazing country allows you the freedom to do so. Maybe you will change minds along the way and you will live to see your cause fulfilled. It's possible. But please don't act like we on the other side don't have a good reason to see it our way as well.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has been attacked for their stance on this moral issue. What I don't understand about this is the attack that came from WITHIN. Seriously, people? Did you NOT know what we believe on this issue? Are you aware of the Proclamation to the Family? It states it in plain words right on it what we believe about the sanctity of marriage. Where have you been? I feel bad that people may have left the Church over this matter, but, honestly, did they have a testimony in it to begin with? You can't pick and choose what fits your personal agenda. Sorry. It's been obvious what we believe from the beginning. You also didn't have to put money towards the cause or call people up about the proposition if you chose not to, but don't act all surprised at the position the Church took on it.
I read on a comment somewhere that the Church was "forcing" their beliefs on people. Seriously?! I have never been forced to believe anything I don't want to believe or acted on anything I didn't CHOOSE to act on. Freedom. to. choose. I'm sorry Mr. Comment Man that we didn't choose with you, which must be the only correct choice anyone could have made?
I have appreciated the few intelligent comments I've come across, where people explain their stance in an intelligible and respectful manner. Thank you for your logic. The rest of you, and yes even a few pro prop 8 comments I've come across --I'm soooooo very glad that you are not a diplomat of some sort. Your powers of coercion or of getting someone to see your side --uhhh, lacking to say the least.
So for future reference --don't call me names and then expect me to see your side of things. It doesn't work. The walls go up as soon as I'm branded "hateful" for my decision. Don't tell me that a vote for proposition 8 is like killing Matthew Shepard all over again. It's not. The comparison is beyond ridiculous. I have my reasons for believing the way I believe (the way I believe, not what anyone has "brainwashed" me into thinking), as do 52% of voting Californians. Don't discount our feelings or beliefs and we won't discount yours. We may not agree, but we'll at least listen politely--as long as venom doesn't become part of your argument.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
M's first grade
Continuing with the journaling. Okay, I was 6 in first grade. I have a picture of me at Chuck E. Cheese for my birthday --I believe it was that year.
I remember from this school year that my teacher was Miss Rich. She was a young and very pretty blonde lady. The kids would ask if she was my mom because of her last name. Um, no. We didn't really get the Mrs. vs. Miss at that age. I remember my teacher being SUCH a nice teacher. I loved her.
This was the year that when my mom took me school shopping, we had to find some black jeans to go with a red/black/gray sweater vest I had and the red turtleneck that went under it. Very stylish. :) We could not find black jeans in the girls' section, so my mom went to the boys' section. How embarrassing. I remember trying the pants on in the store dressing room and being mortified that I was putting on boy pants. We ended up getting them and I think I just eventually got over the gender bending pants. :) I wore that outfit for my school pictures.
My good friends were Faith and Paige. They both must have moved after that year. Very sweet girls. There was a different but nice girl named Audrey in my class who I remember chewed on Silly Putty like it was gum one day outside at recess. I was a little grossed out because even if it worked like gum, it didn't seem like it would taste all that good. I turned down her offer to try it. I remember having a crush on Mark Y. that year. Crushes start early. Also, we changed classrooms once for some kind of activity and had to wait in line outside of the classroom. I saw tall Seth B. and had a 1st grade crush on him. The crush would repeat itself in the 6th grade. --Nice guy, good friend even through high school. There was a girl named Shantell G. in my class who would wear nice dresses, but pee her tights sometimes. I felt bad because she seemed nice but smelled like pee.
I took home a reading text book this year and forgot to return it. I found it in my room later and I still have the thing. I like the stories in it. I probably should have figured out a way to return it...
One memory that still bugs me from this year is....I went to the craft store Piece Goods with my mom and my sister. There was a bin of little maybe 5 cent whistles (bins were abundant in the 80's and very tempting for a kid, especially the button bins at the fabric stores). I took one. I stole it. My sister saw it in the car and accused me (rightly) of stealing it. I made up some lie about getting it at school, and she called me a liar (rightly). I don't remember actually using the stupid thing because I think I felt too guilty. That would be my one shop lifting experience, minus a few grapes as a kid, and I am still bugged that I didn't make that right somehow --as dumbe as that might sound. If Piece Goods exists still in Salt Lake, maybe I should head over one day when we are in town and give them a quarter for the whistle -with interest.
In the younger years of grade school there was this metal not so steep slide with a bar above it on the playground. Some jerk would sit at the top entrance and demand "payment" before you could go down. The fee was usually a rock.
I had a bit of an issue with reverting to sucking my thumb somewhere between kindergarten and 1st grade. I had never done it before, but there I was with a horrible habit. I remember trying to suck my thumb behind a text book on my desk once, but I decided that it was way too hard to try to be discreet about it and stopped doing it at school. At home once when I was watching TV on our yellow striped lounge chair while sucking the thumb, my dad came in from doing yard work. You have to understand that this was in the "Dad is Terrifying" decade. I immediately ripped my thumb from my mouth. He asked me, "Were you sucking your thumb?"
I took a moment to think of a response. I knew I might have a chance of getting out of trouble if I lied, but then I remembered what we had learned about recently in school. I had heard the story of George Washington chopping down the cherry tree and being honest about it to his father. Everything turned out okay because he told the truth. So I told the truth.
"Yes."
Then came the spankings.
I decided George Washington was full of crap.
I think it was somewhere around the time my dad put bandaids on my thumb that I thought I would show him and start sucking my pointer finger instead when he wasn't looking. It was uncomfortable. The whole thing was more of a nuisance than a comfort at that point, so it stopped.
As far as memories about my siblings...I don't know. My brother had awesome chubby cheeks I loved to kiss when he was little. My sister was ALWAYS in charge. The rules were made and steered by her. That would be the job of the eldest sibling. We shared a room until maybe Mandy was in Jr. High. We kept it pretty clean and each year were told that Santa was not going to show up unless we cleaned our closet.
I remember one of my favorite toys that year was some kind of pink snail with hair. Sounds nasty, but it was all sparkly, and i loved it. It came with a little comb, and the shell had a key you would use to unlock it and open it up to keep little treasures in it. My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake were big hits during this time for me.
I remember from this school year that my teacher was Miss Rich. She was a young and very pretty blonde lady. The kids would ask if she was my mom because of her last name. Um, no. We didn't really get the Mrs. vs. Miss at that age. I remember my teacher being SUCH a nice teacher. I loved her.
This was the year that when my mom took me school shopping, we had to find some black jeans to go with a red/black/gray sweater vest I had and the red turtleneck that went under it. Very stylish. :) We could not find black jeans in the girls' section, so my mom went to the boys' section. How embarrassing. I remember trying the pants on in the store dressing room and being mortified that I was putting on boy pants. We ended up getting them and I think I just eventually got over the gender bending pants. :) I wore that outfit for my school pictures.
My good friends were Faith and Paige. They both must have moved after that year. Very sweet girls. There was a different but nice girl named Audrey in my class who I remember chewed on Silly Putty like it was gum one day outside at recess. I was a little grossed out because even if it worked like gum, it didn't seem like it would taste all that good. I turned down her offer to try it. I remember having a crush on Mark Y. that year. Crushes start early. Also, we changed classrooms once for some kind of activity and had to wait in line outside of the classroom. I saw tall Seth B. and had a 1st grade crush on him. The crush would repeat itself in the 6th grade. --Nice guy, good friend even through high school. There was a girl named Shantell G. in my class who would wear nice dresses, but pee her tights sometimes. I felt bad because she seemed nice but smelled like pee.
I took home a reading text book this year and forgot to return it. I found it in my room later and I still have the thing. I like the stories in it. I probably should have figured out a way to return it...
One memory that still bugs me from this year is....I went to the craft store Piece Goods with my mom and my sister. There was a bin of little maybe 5 cent whistles (bins were abundant in the 80's and very tempting for a kid, especially the button bins at the fabric stores). I took one. I stole it. My sister saw it in the car and accused me (rightly) of stealing it. I made up some lie about getting it at school, and she called me a liar (rightly). I don't remember actually using the stupid thing because I think I felt too guilty. That would be my one shop lifting experience, minus a few grapes as a kid, and I am still bugged that I didn't make that right somehow --as dumbe as that might sound. If Piece Goods exists still in Salt Lake, maybe I should head over one day when we are in town and give them a quarter for the whistle -with interest.
In the younger years of grade school there was this metal not so steep slide with a bar above it on the playground. Some jerk would sit at the top entrance and demand "payment" before you could go down. The fee was usually a rock.
I had a bit of an issue with reverting to sucking my thumb somewhere between kindergarten and 1st grade. I had never done it before, but there I was with a horrible habit. I remember trying to suck my thumb behind a text book on my desk once, but I decided that it was way too hard to try to be discreet about it and stopped doing it at school. At home once when I was watching TV on our yellow striped lounge chair while sucking the thumb, my dad came in from doing yard work. You have to understand that this was in the "Dad is Terrifying" decade. I immediately ripped my thumb from my mouth. He asked me, "Were you sucking your thumb?"
I took a moment to think of a response. I knew I might have a chance of getting out of trouble if I lied, but then I remembered what we had learned about recently in school. I had heard the story of George Washington chopping down the cherry tree and being honest about it to his father. Everything turned out okay because he told the truth. So I told the truth.
"Yes."
Then came the spankings.
I decided George Washington was full of crap.
I think it was somewhere around the time my dad put bandaids on my thumb that I thought I would show him and start sucking my pointer finger instead when he wasn't looking. It was uncomfortable. The whole thing was more of a nuisance than a comfort at that point, so it stopped.
As far as memories about my siblings...I don't know. My brother had awesome chubby cheeks I loved to kiss when he was little. My sister was ALWAYS in charge. The rules were made and steered by her. That would be the job of the eldest sibling. We shared a room until maybe Mandy was in Jr. High. We kept it pretty clean and each year were told that Santa was not going to show up unless we cleaned our closet.
I remember one of my favorite toys that year was some kind of pink snail with hair. Sounds nasty, but it was all sparkly, and i loved it. It came with a little comb, and the shell had a key you would use to unlock it and open it up to keep little treasures in it. My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake were big hits during this time for me.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Chinese Gold
Like many Americans, I have been glued to my television for the last week or so, taking in as much of the Olympics from Beijing as I possibly can, like some sort of Olympaholic. Like the good patriot I am, I am constantly paying attention to the medal count, hoping to see the United States run away from everything. As of the time of this post, we have the most medals over all at 79. However, the Chinese have 17 more gold medals than we do and are on our heals with 76 medals total.Having watched hours of gymnastics, swimming, and track and field, I began to wonder where all of these Chinese gold medals were coming from. They were certainly strong in diving and gymnastics, but to have that wide of a gap over the U.S. baffled me.
So I went to http://www.nbcolympics.com/ to see what their medal breakdown is. I must admit, I went thinking that for sure they were beating us with the "non-sports" such as badminton, table tennis, and trampoline. And yes, they do have an edge in each of those sports with 7 total medals to our 0. But, I was surprised to find that they have really asserted themselves as a force to be taken seriously.
The Chinese have 9 gold medals in gymnastics to our 2. They have 8 gold medals in weight-lifting to our 0. They have 6 gold medals in diving to our 0. Sure, the United States has 12 gold medals in Swimming to the Chinese 1, however, the Chinese have gold medals in 13 DIFFERENT events, the United States only 11 at this point. And relatively few of those events are obscure. In fact, they have gold medals in shooting, judo, wrestling, archery, fencing, and rowing.
So I had to change my tune with regards to the Chinese gold medals. They can feel free to revel in their dominance of the shuttlecock, for with or without it they are still the golden country.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
M's kindergarten memories (other ones too)
I was thinking last night while I was running that I should write down some of my random growing up memories. I think this venue is as good as any. I figured I could type a couple down now and then. --Maybe it'll be easier to put them all together one day.
I went to Hunter Elementary in West Valley City in fall of 1984. I had Mrs. Matonen (sp?) as my teacher. She had been my sister's k teacher, and ended up as my brother's as well. As just a little side thing, my mom tells me that when my sister went for her first day of school a couple years earlier, I had a fit. I wanted to go too and did not see how it was fair at all for Mandy to go and not me. She had to keep tossing me in the car because I kept jumping out to go.
Anyway, what I remember about kindergarten is this: I remember cubbies where the fat crayons were kept. I remember a sweet faced little dark headed girl as one of my friends. I think that Candice Jameson was also one of my friends that year. I remember recess out on the little playground and making a little paper kite and trying to fly it out in the wind one day. I remember sitting on the carpeted floor and singing songs as Mrs. Matonen would play the piano. Mrs. Peter's class would come in and sing with us. I remember singing "Peanut Butter and Jelly" the very most. I remember calling my teacher "mom" a couple times and being so embarassed that it had slipped out. She was such a nice lady. She just would quietly and quickly correct you if you made that mistake. I made an Easter bonnet out of paper. I remember playing around a play house in the class with my friends. I remember the smell of the purple ink from the old roller copiers in my early years at the elementary. I remember the gradebooks those years as well since the computers didn't become part of grading at that school until I was in sixth grade. I remember the little worksheets in kindergarten with the big numbers or letters on them. Especially the lines above the vowels for the "hard" sounds. I don't remember much else about kindergarten.
I was trying to remember my time at home with Mom before my school years started, but I really draw a big blank. There are definitely some images and smells though. I remember loving my brother's chubby cheeks and struggling to pick him up so I could kiss them. I remember a few of the decorations from my sister and my room, as well as some toys. I remember playing in the back yard and popping of grass seedlings or dandelion heads with "Mama had a baby and its head popped off!" Where did I get THAT? I remember our old deck with the stairs going down the opposite side of where the stairs ended up when dad built the other deck. I remember mom swirling cloth diapers in the toilet to do the initial cleaning of them. That had to have been early on. I have vague memories of going to Disneyland when I was four or barely five and riding in my great grandma and grandpa Browning's RV. Great Grandpa Frank was the driver, a smoker, and a tease. My memory of him mostly is of him teasing me and telling me that spaghetti was really worms. I didn't believe him, and I was grossed out that he was trying to convince me of this. I did think it was funny that he was teasing me. Again, as far as staying home with mom, I just remember feeling safe at my house. If that's all I remember about her time spent with us, then that is more than enough. Oh, I remember going visiting teaching once with my mom. The grasshoppers were really bad that year and we walked through an area of the sidewalk where they were everywhere. Nasty. I remember going to dance at an early age at Brendance. We held on to the barre to learn the tap steps. Mom attended some dance class when I was little too. I think it was Lori Rupp's. I remember sitting in a side room and watching a little until she was done. I remember Mom sewing our costumes for Brendance.
I went to Hunter Elementary in West Valley City in fall of 1984. I had Mrs. Matonen (sp?) as my teacher. She had been my sister's k teacher, and ended up as my brother's as well. As just a little side thing, my mom tells me that when my sister went for her first day of school a couple years earlier, I had a fit. I wanted to go too and did not see how it was fair at all for Mandy to go and not me. She had to keep tossing me in the car because I kept jumping out to go.
Anyway, what I remember about kindergarten is this: I remember cubbies where the fat crayons were kept. I remember a sweet faced little dark headed girl as one of my friends. I think that Candice Jameson was also one of my friends that year. I remember recess out on the little playground and making a little paper kite and trying to fly it out in the wind one day. I remember sitting on the carpeted floor and singing songs as Mrs. Matonen would play the piano. Mrs. Peter's class would come in and sing with us. I remember singing "Peanut Butter and Jelly" the very most. I remember calling my teacher "mom" a couple times and being so embarassed that it had slipped out. She was such a nice lady. She just would quietly and quickly correct you if you made that mistake. I made an Easter bonnet out of paper. I remember playing around a play house in the class with my friends. I remember the smell of the purple ink from the old roller copiers in my early years at the elementary. I remember the gradebooks those years as well since the computers didn't become part of grading at that school until I was in sixth grade. I remember the little worksheets in kindergarten with the big numbers or letters on them. Especially the lines above the vowels for the "hard" sounds. I don't remember much else about kindergarten.
I was trying to remember my time at home with Mom before my school years started, but I really draw a big blank. There are definitely some images and smells though. I remember loving my brother's chubby cheeks and struggling to pick him up so I could kiss them. I remember a few of the decorations from my sister and my room, as well as some toys. I remember playing in the back yard and popping of grass seedlings or dandelion heads with "Mama had a baby and its head popped off!" Where did I get THAT? I remember our old deck with the stairs going down the opposite side of where the stairs ended up when dad built the other deck. I remember mom swirling cloth diapers in the toilet to do the initial cleaning of them. That had to have been early on. I have vague memories of going to Disneyland when I was four or barely five and riding in my great grandma and grandpa Browning's RV. Great Grandpa Frank was the driver, a smoker, and a tease. My memory of him mostly is of him teasing me and telling me that spaghetti was really worms. I didn't believe him, and I was grossed out that he was trying to convince me of this. I did think it was funny that he was teasing me. Again, as far as staying home with mom, I just remember feeling safe at my house. If that's all I remember about her time spent with us, then that is more than enough. Oh, I remember going visiting teaching once with my mom. The grasshoppers were really bad that year and we walked through an area of the sidewalk where they were everywhere. Nasty. I remember going to dance at an early age at Brendance. We held on to the barre to learn the tap steps. Mom attended some dance class when I was little too. I think it was Lori Rupp's. I remember sitting in a side room and watching a little until she was done. I remember Mom sewing our costumes for Brendance.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Confused
My days are mixed up! I thought it was Wednesday ALL day long. I thought the garbage man came (construction noises across the street), and I started getting things together to go to the youth activity tonight. I called my partner in crime to see what else I needed to bring and she let me know what day it was. Now I'm trying to reorganize my brain. I'd say that's what vacation does to you, but I'm this air headed more often than not. Looking forward to these legacies I get to pass on to my children.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Free Food
In all of us there is at least one thing that brings out our inner animal. Some vice, addiction, or desire that causes us to lose track of important social boundaries and to do things that we would make fun of others for doing if we were in our right minds. While I'm not quite sure what mine is (and let's be honest, most of us really don't or we might be able to avoid such behavior), but for many that trigger that sparks this animalistic transformation is FREE FOOD.
You all know exactly who I am talking about. But just to be sure, here are a few examples.
* Those who can make an entire meal from the free samples at Costco or Sam's Club (Haven't I seen you before sir? Twice... errr, three times? Would you like me to give you an entire chimichanga?).
* Those who go back for seconds or thirds at a wedding reception ("Congratulations on your marriage, my wife and I sported $20 to get you a toaster, now we are going to eat $40 worth of food and take home $3 worth of buttermints, and our children will play with another $20 worth of food but not eat half of it because there are onions in the chicken salad.").
* Those at conferences or events where free samples are handed out. I swear, these people are collectively responsible for at least 10 trampling deaths a year, as well as countless emergency room visits. A couple of years ago my wife and I ran a 5K as part of the Race for the Cure. In the cool down area for the runners all of the sponsors were handing out samples and you would have thought that cans of Dr. Pepper and samples of Special K cereal were pure gold, or better yet, the very cure for cancer (I'm still bitter I never got to try that special yogurt they were handing out, gone before I got there).
* Those that go out to dinner with you but "forget" to bring their wallet ("I'll get you next time man," suuure).
* Roommates who think anything not locked in a cupboard is "community property" (my old roommate Brian will testify that there were a few of those in our apartment, he learned quickly that if he was to get his fair share of fresh baked cookies he was going to have to bag them up and hide them under a six-month old box of Rice Crispies in the lower cupboard).
* And lastly, the most common species of free-food-animals, the office vulture. When an office has one or two of these, things are bad enough, there are always one or two people who don't end up with a slice of the birthday cake or a piece of the pizza. However, when an office has nine or ten of these individuals, no one gets anything. An email goes out that there are bagels in the break room and if you take the time to read the entire email you will be left with just a smattering of garden veggie cream cheese and half of a cinnamon raisin bagel.
These are the people who don't understand that four ice cream bars is not ok, especially when the birthday boy ends up with none. Then again, since the thought of free food blocks out all rational reasoning, who can truly blame them. Maybe you're one of them and you don't even know it. Maybe I'm...I....I'm... kinda hungry. Later.
You all know exactly who I am talking about. But just to be sure, here are a few examples.
* Those who can make an entire meal from the free samples at Costco or Sam's Club (Haven't I seen you before sir? Twice... errr, three times? Would you like me to give you an entire chimichanga?).
* Those who go back for seconds or thirds at a wedding reception ("Congratulations on your marriage, my wife and I sported $20 to get you a toaster, now we are going to eat $40 worth of food and take home $3 worth of buttermints, and our children will play with another $20 worth of food but not eat half of it because there are onions in the chicken salad.").
* Those at conferences or events where free samples are handed out. I swear, these people are collectively responsible for at least 10 trampling deaths a year, as well as countless emergency room visits. A couple of years ago my wife and I ran a 5K as part of the Race for the Cure. In the cool down area for the runners all of the sponsors were handing out samples and you would have thought that cans of Dr. Pepper and samples of Special K cereal were pure gold, or better yet, the very cure for cancer (I'm still bitter I never got to try that special yogurt they were handing out, gone before I got there).
* Those that go out to dinner with you but "forget" to bring their wallet ("I'll get you next time man," suuure).
* Roommates who think anything not locked in a cupboard is "community property" (my old roommate Brian will testify that there were a few of those in our apartment, he learned quickly that if he was to get his fair share of fresh baked cookies he was going to have to bag them up and hide them under a six-month old box of Rice Crispies in the lower cupboard).
* And lastly, the most common species of free-food-animals, the office vulture. When an office has one or two of these, things are bad enough, there are always one or two people who don't end up with a slice of the birthday cake or a piece of the pizza. However, when an office has nine or ten of these individuals, no one gets anything. An email goes out that there are bagels in the break room and if you take the time to read the entire email you will be left with just a smattering of garden veggie cream cheese and half of a cinnamon raisin bagel.
These are the people who don't understand that four ice cream bars is not ok, especially when the birthday boy ends up with none. Then again, since the thought of free food blocks out all rational reasoning, who can truly blame them. Maybe you're one of them and you don't even know it. Maybe I'm...I....I'm... kinda hungry. Later.
Friday, June 20, 2008
FYI
And yes, I can see the irony in my last post. ....people are easily offended maybe even choose to be.... I can't believe this person cut me off with her phone. I get it.
I'm only human.
I'm only human.
Two things
First: I have been trying to be a little more true to myself lately... or have said that's my goal. I don't like putting on a false front because I am trying not to offend, I don't want someone to think something bad about me, or because I want someone to (ugh, this sounds so stupid saying this, but) like me. It turns out this is a double edged sword, even if you are a tactful person, which I consider myself to be. I think people like to be offended and will sometimes find an excuse to be. I don't know.
Anyway, I think that truth has the most honor to it. I want to be more comfortable in my skin. I am who I am, and largely, I like who I am, so I might as well stop wasting time worrying about how I come across to others. Oh, so much easier said than done.
Second: Is there anything that makes you feel like more of a waste of time than someone answering their cell phone mid conversation with you without so much as an, "Oh, excuse me. I need to take this"? Then that's where the conversation ends. No attempt to go back to it. Just an, "Okay. See ya." Yeah. Made me feel like a useless pile. Maybe I'd already said something offensive from my quest to be more me and this was the repercussion. Great. :)
Anyway, I think that truth has the most honor to it. I want to be more comfortable in my skin. I am who I am, and largely, I like who I am, so I might as well stop wasting time worrying about how I come across to others. Oh, so much easier said than done.
Second: Is there anything that makes you feel like more of a waste of time than someone answering their cell phone mid conversation with you without so much as an, "Oh, excuse me. I need to take this"? Then that's where the conversation ends. No attempt to go back to it. Just an, "Okay. See ya." Yeah. Made me feel like a useless pile. Maybe I'd already said something offensive from my quest to be more me and this was the repercussion. Great. :)
Friday, June 13, 2008
My brain is melting
With this oil/energy crisis, it's like Congress sees that we are hanging onto a cliff, but instead of offering a rope a few yards away, they are grinding their heels into our fingers while telling us that everything will be alright. What are these people thinking? There is no way they have our best interests in mind. No way. Very Gadianton-esque, if you ask me. How do we fix it?
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
New Blog Name
In trying to come up with the Blog URL, my wife came up with the following brilliant suggestions. I chose none of them.
punchinthegut
mangoagogo
shmintershmalia
bonaduce
bestguitarplayerintheworldselftaught
candelabra
candleonthewater
paste
and my favorite...
dolphinwind
That's right, dolphin wind. What this really means is it is past her bed time.
In all fairness, she did come up with the title of choice, "Well I've got the microphone and you will listen to every [dang] word I have to say." - The Wedding Singer
punchinthegut
mangoagogo
shmintershmalia
bonaduce
bestguitarplayerintheworldselftaught
candelabra
candleonthewater
paste
and my favorite...
dolphinwind
That's right, dolphin wind. What this really means is it is past her bed time.
In all fairness, she did come up with the title of choice, "Well I've got the microphone and you will listen to every [dang] word I have to say." - The Wedding Singer
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