| Holiday in El Paso has left me time to post again... to catch up become my friend on myspace... I like that format better for some reason. However I do stop in here to see the people that don't like it over there.
Hank and I going to start our own blog... will keep you all updated with the site when it happens. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| We got a letter today that Caden is invited to the 2007 People to People World Leadership forum in DC. He was nominated by his GT teacher for outstanding academic performance and leadership potential.
The conference is 5 days of learning about world politics and leadership with kids from 6-8th grade from around the world. He will be instructed by members of Congress and other political leaders. (www.wlfleaders.org)
I am so proud... I've been crying on and off for the last hour. Now we just have to come up with the $2500 for accomodations, food, and airfare... I will totally figure it out somehow. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| As I was sitting outside the computer lab smoking, I was unfortunately able to overhear a conversation about God. Not the I like God stuff, the God is speaking to us stuff.
"God is magnificent! He has big plans for us! Think of all the good we could do with this campus if everyone felt God's love! God is sending me messages of whom to marry and what to do with my life!"
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Go ask God, silently in your head, why everything down here is so fuckity-fuck-fucked if He loves us so much. Then ask for the lotto numbers so you can get rich and show some Godly charitable love... or spend it at the Gap. Whatever. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Found it.
I am happy, the real kind where everything you wanted your life to be comes true.
I love my work, and today I did good work. All this studying pays off when I make someone's life better, bearable, and shine a little glimmer of hope for them. I do what I do because I have been where I have been, and hopefully I can show someone else how to get here... to the place where it all makes sense and you smile.
Don't get me wrong... life would be better if Hank were here, if I had my own place, if school was finished, if I had a zillion hours in a day. But I don't know many people that love what they do, and although I go to work at 8am I smile every second of it. Everyone else seems to be convinced they haven't found *it* yet. I have found it, and them, and myself, and others like me.
Dammit, it is a good fucking day. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Fox News | | Subject: | *fuck* | | Time: | 10:31 am |
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| North Korea sets off nuclear test = we are fucked.
Not sure if I mean the US, could be though, as well as the entire planet.
I meant more personally. Hank has less than 2 years before he is DONE. Now he will have to go back to war again... one with a big fat nuclear threat.
I just hope I get to see him before they ship him off again. I can't stand much more worrying about him... I'm getting perma-frown wrinkles and I constantly want to vomit.
10:30 am and I already need a drink. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| It really bothers me how much other people bother me.
I think its a good thing that I am not a flake or an idiot. I like that I care about people and am relatively intelligent.
However it turns out that 95% of the rest of the planet requires flakiness, apathy, a serious drinking problem, and immorality as precursors for other people to think you are *normal*. People with real lives, interests, and those that stray from the norm need not apply.
This is not new, and I have accepted the title of *abnormal*. People are reckless with their incapacity to think of others and I am just fine behind my wall of books. What does bother me is that I still am bothered by this. Why do I even think about it? Why does my blood pressure rise when people open their mouths and nothing but stupid comes out?
Now I am just plain jaded... and I hate that. I want to connect to people but always have the running tally in my head of why I shouldn't. I want to join in the conversation but never do. I stick to the safe people and never even give a chance to anyone new.
Some call that being a bitch, or think that I believe I am better than others. I don't think I am better at all (actually I think it is a deficit to not be able to connect to ones own peers). I call it being protecting myself... I am always emotionally vulnerable so I just don't let anyone get a chance to see that. Ever. What if they hurt me? What if they don't? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I slack. Sometimes you have too much to say, so you just don't say it all I think. I check my myspace account for e-mails, but I slack there too.
So lets see here...
*I am staying married. I'm not telling the whole story, just be happy for me.
*I got a dog... 8 pound Terrier mix named Oscar, looks like crackhead Toto with a mohawk.
*Working in my internship... not so sure I like doing substance abuse work but I love the idea of working and not being in school.
*Cade turned 10, is hitting puberty, and is playing football. Jesus-H-Christ am I old.
*I have nearly zero social life... between grown-up world responsibilities, school, kid, and dog I barely sleep let alone have fun. I would feel bad, except it seems the people I would actually want to hang out with are as busy as I am.
There. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I am so unbelievably grumpy right now it is ridiculous. It very well may be for a reason, a good reason even, but since reasons are many and I don't have the patience to analyze myself right now I don't know why. I just am. One of those moods where you are afraid of touching anything for fear you may randomly throw it. I have a zillion things to do and I don't want to do anything. I want to sit and be bitchy... albeit all to myself, which in fact is good because I hate being bitchy to people that don't deserve it. There are many that do deserve it, but much like my reasons for being such a grump in the first place I have no patience to figure out exactly who deserves it and for what reason.
...and I am taking Midget to the damned Ren Fair tomorrow. It is a must to be the good mother I so desperately try to be... but why must it be in the 90's and why must car not have a/c?
If I squeeze my eyes closed long enough it may turn into next Thursday and I will be on a plane to El Paso. Then once I am back here I can do it again and it will be Tom Waits day. Then with one last eye squeeze it will be the first day of school and life will be busy but good.
I absolutely hate summer. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I am so fucking done. So, so... fucking, fucking... done, done.
I was able to do 18 in the fall, 19 in the spring... so with a summer off I think I can do it again next year. Double major, here I come. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | replacements | | Subject: | where am I? | | Time: | 07:11 pm |
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| My life seems very focused and very up in the air... all at the same time. I have a double major now, so school is going really well. I have no clue what is happening with Hank and leave, so personal life is fucked.
Um. Yeah, that's about it. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Last night was the loudest and most outrageous fun ever. Now I'm stuck doing work, but still smiling while thinking about it. I just hope everyone got home okay, and that the hangovers have passed by now.
If anyone has pics please send me to them, or them to me... whichever. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Mine: I crammed an entire textbook into 1 night of studying. I used the link on the web for the self-quizzes. Took the final today and noticed that it was word for word the same as the web quiz. I have no idea what any of it said... I was just able to answer the multiple choice by matching the first 3 words of the question and the answer. I totally aced it. That is good and sad.
My nephew's: The school ensured our family that Simunovic would be kept away from him. Yesterday he blatantly walked into his new classroom for no reason at all. Nice way to intimidate a 9 year old. Add to that the fact that my sis-in-law awoke to a threatening phone message saying that my nephew deserved it, he should have been smacked around more, and that if they press charges they are going to get their asses kicked. Huh, wonder who would leave a message like that. The authorities have been called. The call was made from a payphone, and the caller was trying to disguise his voice like a black man although it was obviously poorly done. Like a black ebonics-speaking gangster gives a rat's ass about teachers in the Portage schools.
Ah fuck. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| http://www.mlive.com/news/kzgazette/index.ssf?/base/news-17/1143130935143400.xml&coll=7
This is my nephew we're talking about. Nothing is being done about this teacher, and this is what my family felt they had to do to protect their son. It infuriates me that in this day and age that a teacher can get away with this and then not be held accountable for his actions. Our teachers are allowed to abuse our children. Our children are then forced to go to school in fear. I want something done. I want PTA moms to flip out and revolt against the school system.
I want some justice dammit. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | emmy lou harris | | Subject: | too big | | Time: | 10:55 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/roshi/palefaces/busy.gif) busy |
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| I am curently wasting time; time that I have no business wasting.
I have too many big research projects going on and they don't all fit in my head at the same time.
Big things happening on the homefront... maybe soon I can tell you what it is, that is if there is a link to be posted to the story.
The time is growing closer for Hank to be home. That means I am in the beginning phases of trying to remember how to be a wife and not just an obsessive dork. Balance is not a great talent of mine.
I am over this notion of friendship maintenance. I am a busy fucking broad with bigger issues on my plate then trying to remember if I am being a good friend. If you miss me then call me. If I have to spend time with my kid or do homework or talk in the middle of the night to my husband, and that is a problem for you, then maybe I'm not the kind of friend you want to have. I can't remember everything, and I shouldn't carry the weight of remembering to keep in touch all on my shoulders. I like to think that if my friends and I lose touch its because we are busy people, and that when things slow down that we will run into each other again. I don't like to think that they are off somewhere analyzing my not calling and creating a situation out of it... but as always, maybe that is just me.
Back to the work. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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You are bell hooks (no capital letters)! You were
one of the first black wymyn to discuss in
public spaces the differences between being a
black womyn and being a black man or a white
womyn. You are the mother of
intersectionality and you couldn't care less
about identity politics. Thanks for making
feminism accessible and calling the white,
middle class wymyn on their bullshit!
Which Western feminist icon are you?
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More usele - In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, Chaya is the victim.
- Two grams of Chaya provide enough energy to power a television for over twenty-three hours.
- You can tell if Chaya has been hard-boiled by spinning her. If she stands up, she is hard-boiled.
- People used to believe that dressing their male children as Chaya would protect them from evil spirits.
- Astronauts get taller when they are in Chaya.
- Chaya does not have toes!
- Chaya has often been found swimming miles from shore in the Indian Ocean.
- Chaya was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants.
- Over 46,000 pieces of Chaya float on every square mile of ocean!
- The only Englishman to become Chaya was Nicholas Breakspear, who was Chaya from 1154 to 1159!
ssness... | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I am possibly getting sick, so I am trying out the Airborne vitamin tablet things. For how wretched they taste they better work dammit.
Western screwed me. My Summer II independent study courses that weren't due in full until August of 2006 have been recalled to the end of this month. Apparently they are closing that department, so although my coursepack says all materials are not due for another 4 months if they are not in by the end of this month I fail. Technically I am currently working on 25 credits worth of classwork instead of the regular 19.
My super cool ethics assignment is sinking fast. The assignment is to choose an area of applied ethics, find 2 opposing philosophical papers on the topic, write a review of each, write my own perspective, and then present the entire issue for 20 minutes in class. I chose biomedical, specifically palliative care and the undertreatment of pain with opioid analgesics as an issue of self-determination, autonomy, and informed consent. Problem is that barely anything is written on the topic. I have spent hours searching and corresponding with professors around the country. It is agreed this is an issue, but I can only find one piece devoted to the cause and I need two. My professor wants me to embrace the hunt and keep looking, but I have had it with the endless searching. The whole thing is due on April 4th, and this is only 1 of 5 major papers I have due within a two week time period. Am I supposed to be working this hard as an undergrad for a class that is for my minor? I have read over 400 abstracts, skimmed countless books at the library, read 20 philosophical papers in full, and requested 10 more by interlibrary loan. Argh.
And I have dirty pictures stuck in my mp3 player. Somehow when my bastard computer synch'ed my music files, half of them doubled up even, it also put every damn picture on my computer into the thing... over 700 images. Most of them are just photos I took, but some are stuff from joke e-mails that are not so appropiate... like Bert fucking Ernie, and giving a reach-around. If anyone knows how to get images off of a Toshiba Gigabeat, please let me know. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Ann Coulter was fun. No major drama. There was a major line and wait to get in, past all of the metal detectors and bag searches. It amazes me how many people will show up and sit through someone they hate just to show that they stand for something. Why not go to your own somethings instead of being obnoxious chatterboxes at mine?
this was a fun way to play in class today... god bless my hobbit device
My Personal Dna Report | | comments: Leave a comment |
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