I”m looking for my regular dose of cynicism. I want to laugh at the day to day happenings of someone I don’t know. I want to reminisce about my days in the food service industry. But alas! this morning there is no Waiter Rant. Sniff. It was just there yesterday. I miss it already. I’ll look for it again later
Whew! It’s back! I was so worried
Something you should know about me is that I love shoes. Fantastic, fabulous, high-heeled, high-fashion shoes. I can’t help it, it’s in my genetic make-up. I am a quarter Filipino after all. I know, that’s tacky. Seriously though, I love shoes. So when I saw these beauties on a shelf on Saturday, I absolutely had to have them. They are Charlie Horse by Luccese, and they were on sale. Big sale. I got them for $25 a pair. So I bought 4. 2 pair for me, 2 pair for my mother-in-law. Here’s the other pair.
Wow! I am so excited. I see that this blog has been visited by several people from The Daily Kitten. In addition to the people from the United States, I’ve had visitors from the United Kingdom, the Neatherlands, and New Zealand. All I can say is thank you guys! I have gourmet coffee, nice vintage wine, and wonderful stinky cheeses for you all to enjoy. And without further adieu, the thing that brought us all together in the first place, pictures of kitties. Please leave comments, I publish everyone that isn’t a troll.
this is Ferrule giving the camera some love. Really, he likes to play with the camera strap.
And here is Emerson. Looking at the camera so he doesn’t have to put his face in the cat butt in the background.
More to come as I have time. Love you all!!
These 2 were very special ladies. They were farm cats that lived at my great-aunt’s place. They were sisters and always had their litters at the same time and would raise the babies together. This picture was taken in 1990. The lovely Meezer sisters had disagreed on where the babies would be. We spent the afternoon watching one mom carry them to the well house and the other carrying them back out to the barn. My aunt finally decided to shut them all in the well house so she could keep an eye on them. In answer to a question, both moms would nurse whatever babies latched on. You couldn’t tell which mom they belonged to. Pretty lucky kids I think.
I’ve decided that being a wife, mother, full-time employee, and starting my own business is just too hard. It’s outside the norm. It’s challenging and stressful. Rather than rise above it and strive to succeed, I’m going to do what the rest of the world does and look for the answer in pill form. There are so many to choose from. I’m sure there is something for me. Or maybe I can just find a sympathetic doctor that will prescribe me some cocktail that will make the world shiny and happy. I”ll wash it all down with a cocktail of a different kind. Mmm blissful normalcy.
Do I have any complaints that someone hasn’t made a pill for? Hmm, lets explore that. I’m a high energy person that can’t stay in my preordained box. Bingo-there’s Ritalin for that. There’s one down. Sometimes I just can’t find the motivation to get out of bed in the morning. Well there is a wide range of anti-depressants to choose from that will help with that. Too passionate? Probably manic; there’s another medication for that. I often have trouble going to sleep, but there’s Valuim (among others) out there for that. I just don’t see the world the way other people do. Can you give me a conformist pill?
And don’t forget my family. Children learn in elementary school that pills solve problems. Kid is disruptive? Must be ADHD. Husband is high energy and aggressively ambitious. Well look, there’s a family history of ADHD! We’re going to need pills for the side effects of all the pills too.
No wonder we live in a modest house with original art on the walls done by people that live inside. It isn’t normal for a couple that got married when they were barely 20 to still be madly in love nearly 9 years later. A house full of projects in various stages of completion? Well that doesn’t fit the standard.
Can I get a pill to put me way over me head in debt? Will it make me support sweatshops by shopping at Wal-Mart? How about getting me hooked on reality shows and following the antics of Britney Spears? Will it make me gain weight? Being my size certainly doesn’t fit with the norm. Why not just make me believe everything I hear on the news too? Then I will be able to make an informed decision in the next election.
Since we can’t medicate the masses to make them extraordinary, lets medicate the extraordinary to even the playing field. Sign me up! There’s far less responsibility in being a follower.
In my office, we have some nice perks. There are soda fountains in all the break rooms, and there is a gym upstairs. We’ve got reasonable internet access. Makes it nice when I don’t want to go out for lunch. Which since I carpool with my husband and he has the car, is most days. I’ve written all my blog entries from work so far. (Sorry I missed yesterday, just got busy with other things)
Today I took advantage of a new perk, the chair massage. Twice a week, a massage therapist comes in and sets up her things in a conference room. We pay $1 a minute to get a chair massage. Oh so very nice. I sprung for 20 minutes today. I really needed it. I am feeling much better now. My fingers are all tingly and my typing speed is suffering for it. At the moment though, I really don’t care. There is still a knot in my shoulder, but it’s not a big as it was. And I can turn my head without wincing. So I am going to consider that an improvement.
For anyone that does not already know, I’ve been in several car accidents (not my fault, apparently I am really unlucky). In all of them, my neck took the bulk of the injury. When I was in elementary school, I was doing flips in a moonwalk and got bounced in such a way that I landed on my head. All of this has resulted in degenerative disc disease between my C5 and C6 vertebrae (or neck in layman’s terms). I learned this in my x-rays from my last car accident which took place in November of 2006. We were hit in the passenger side door by an idiot that decided to make a u-turn while we were beside him. I was in the passenger seat. Like I said, I’m unlucky. My doctor told me there wasn’t anything I could do about it right now and gave me pain pills. Idiot. This is the age of the internet, information is only a few keystrokes away. I’ve yet to find a new doctor, but one thing that was recommended for DDD was massage therapy.
So I got a massage today. It was nice. Hopefully I will sleep better tonight.
There is so much to write about today. I almost can’t make a decision. I originally thought I would write about the new Pope’s chastising of Europeans. There is plenty of fodder for a rant there. Yes, God told us to be fruitful and multiply in order to populate the world. The world is populated. Over populated actually. He says people are being selfish, but I don’t see him pitching in on college tuition, helping with homework, and attempting to schedule parent teacher conferences around a full time work schedule. But no, I’m not going to focus on that one.
I could talk about my opinions about the iPhone and the price drop. But it seems everyone else with internet access has done that. Hmm, how many of those articles have been written entirely using thumbs as so many are carrying little computers on their hips? I’m sure the next news story I see will be all about a rash of a new repetitive motion disorder a la carpal tunnel paralyzing the thumbs of generation X. I will admit that I am guilty of some thumb typing myself, but I’ve yet to make a blog entry that way. The blog is young though and so is my new Blackberry 8830.
There were so many news stories I thought maybe I could share my slant on until I saw this one. Suddenly everything else seemed so trivial. Call me a hopeless romantic but these kinds of stories warm my heart. While everyone else is critiquing whatever Bush or a presidential candidate said, this reporter decides to focus on something completely outside the sensationalist realm.
September 11, 2001 will always be remembered in solemn ceremonies across the country. Quite possibly the world. In our homes, offices, and even online communities, we will talk about how we experienced those events as they happened. The news will again show buildings collapsing as though the image was not permanently branded in our collective memory. And as human beings we need to go through that. We need to remember the pain together. We need to share it. We must move on, but we must not forget.
In the shock and pain of 9/11, ordinary people did something extraordinary. People dropped the facade and did whatever they could to help. Across the country people organized to send help in the form of care packages and skilled rescue workers. Prayers were lifted up for our fellow citizens whom we had never met. It didn’t matter, we were a true community on that day and for some time afterwards. But as these things always do, it faded. We went back to our regular routines. My challenge to anyone that takes the time to read this, is just for today, remember that we banded together as one and try to feel like that again. The banner at the bottom of this post will take you to a site with some great suggestions on how to commemorate this day.
The animation may or may not work. It should take you to MyGoodDeed.org
Ok, I hate Monday’s anyway, but I’m really trying to keep up with writing this. And then I see that most of my hits were from Monday. I’ll have to write something good to make up for it. I’ll find something worth writing about. Maybe you’ll get a bonus entry for Tuesday! I actually have to do my day job for now though.
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Ah chess! Everyone thinks of a sophisticated, thought-provoking game. It is not generally thought of as a pursuit for the masses. The mental image is that of 2 old men playing for hours in the neighborhood park. Imagine my surprise when I took my son to school for his first day in the first grade when I saw about 10 chess boards spread out in the elementary school cafeteria.
This is the home of the #2 ranked chess team in the nation. Who would have thought you would find it at an elementary school in this rundown neighborhood? Here is a group of kids, many of whom qualify for the free or reduced lunch program, playing “the King’s Game” and quite well I must add. This school is very focused on war between blacks and whites but it has nothing to due with race.
“The Blue Hoard,” as they’ve been dubbed, swarms into state tournaments and takes home wins. These kids are not just the gifted and talented, and they are a long way from privileged. Here chess is the great equalizer. These kids are good, but they don’t brag about it. As Mr.Nichols says, “They learn sportsmanship. We teach etiquette is number one. Anything that Dennis Rodman ever did on a basketball court is not OK.”
This year, the chess program got even more ambitious. Or they have possibly lost their minds. Previously, chess was open to 5th graders only. In August of 2007, they have introduced Chess Academy. Now chess is open to 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders. Provided they meet the requirements, they will all be eligible to play in the in state tournaments. The first night of chess academy was chaos in the cafeteria. 9 large plastic chess pieces were lost on a linoleum floor. But I looked across the sea of chess boards and saw my 3rd grade son shaking hands with his opponent before commencing his game. He’s not a good student. He has the intelligence to be, but not the drive. But he will be a good chess player, and we are hoping that will inspire him to work at is schoolwork.
Yes, they will need money. Yes, donations are tax deductible. Yes, everyone involved needs their head examined. I’m not requesting money, but I can provide information on where to send your donations if you are interested.