Why is it that I can go to a restaurant, and people who have been waiting longer than me will have to wait longer still... just because the waiter/waitress takes favoritism to me because they think we have something in common? [e.g. race/ability to speak their language]
Likewise, why does that work in reverse? (Even if we're seated at the same friggin table on the same ticket!!)
Why is it that mechanics assume that girls should be toyed with and charged more money for routine repairs and/or something as simple as an oil change? Why is it that it takes my mom twice as long to get the same oil change as my stepdad?
Where in the hell did 'all men are created equal' go??
Why is everything so darn black and white? Why must we all have this 'you're either for us or against us' attitude?
Why is good service and kindness reserved only for those we want to impress? Or those who we think will pay out better, or are pleasing to the eye?
Screw that!
No one is higher or better or lower or any less or more deserving.
Singling out someone for better or worse reasons, is uncool
Making uninformed decisions and attaching labels is uncool
Telling me that something is 'not acceptable to society' means its 'wrong', when really its just your fear of the unknown and lack of knowledge that teaches you such judgmental thoughts, is uncool
People of America........... don't be uncool
Don't be stupid
We're fighting wars in other countries and each struggling with economic times.
Why the heck would you start battlefields with your allys here at home?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Greetings, updates, etc...
Lance Armstrong has reported that his bike has been recovered, and is in tact/good shape for his Friday time trial ride! Hooray!!
I was on a roll, writing at least every other day... but as usual, life caught up with me. Its always so hard to be one step ahead on life, haha.
So let me give it another shot....
I've been surrounded lately by reminders of time. I remember first starting my job, days after I had just attended my grandfather's funeral, and I was so angry with my coworkers watching the clock, complaining that five minutes, ten minutes, it was not fast enough.... too long, they said. They couldn't wait for that clock to tic to the right beat so they could be the first one out the door.
I sat there in my cube chair, boiling on the inside because they didn't get it... I would give up everything I had in the world, if I could only have five more minutes with him.... even 30 seconds.
Here lately, I've been seeing him a lot in my dreams.
Just a couple of nights ago, I was standing next to him at a gate/doorway... it wasn't really a gate, but it was definitely an entranceway. And I asked him if this was real, was he really here? He said yes.... but he had to go now. He started walking through the entranceway, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
"Please, just a little more time. I need to say I'm sorry..."
Why are you sorry? he said.
"Because I took you for granted. Because I didn't tell you I loved you enough. Because I didn't know that my days... minutes... seconds with you were numbered. Because I didn't get to say goodbye."
He kept trying to walk through that entrance way, but I just held onto him, crying, saying it over and over again.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He finally looked me in the eyes and said it was okay. He didn't want me to be sad because he wasn't sad... and there was no such thing as sadness or tears where he was going. He said he vaguely remembered that emotion when he was alive, but where he was going now, it didn't exist because everyone was happy...
He said not to apologize, because there was nothing to apologize for. He said he knew I loved him because I told him everytime I did see him. He said I could talk to him any time I wanted if I had more to say...
And he said not to say goodbye. I would see him in just a matter of minutes because time, where he was now, is different.
"But I don't want you to go... I miss you, and I love you," I said to him, still holding onto his hand so he wouldn't leave me.
He said he loved me too, and that didn't change just because he was going somewhere else..
'I'm not going anywhere you can't follow,' he said. 'You'll see me in just a little while....'
Then he pointed to the inside of the entranceway and said, 'They're waiting for me.'
And there, all standing anxiously in a crowded line/group, as if they were waiting to get the first glimpse of a rockstar as he made his first public appearance, were all my family.... my aunt, my grandma, my great grandma, people that I somehow recognized as family even though I never met them because I hadn't been born yet...
All of my family that had passed away.
They were waiting there to greet him.
So I let go of his hand. He smiled his unforgettable gigantic smile at the sight of seeing them all, and he turned to look at me once more.
'We'll be waiting for you too, when you get here. A thousand years will pass on Earth before a day passes here, so I'll see you very soon'
I watched him walk through the entranceway, and I saw him greet everyone waiting for him. He was smiling, laughing, hugging people that he hadn't seen in so long...
And the dream ended.
The next day when I went to pick up mom from work, she brought me in and showed me a letter that was left behind at her job in the mailbox with no postage. For hours she kept reminding everyone that there was no postage, do we 'return to sender' or just put a company stamp on it?
At the end of the day, when the letter was still there, she decided to stop waiting for someone to do something about such a trivial thing - she'd just go to the stamp drawer and put one on herself.
The letter was addressed to him.
Not his 'actual' address, but someone with his very name, written in his handwriting.
Then as I grabbed the bible that night [one I got from the library actually - it looked cool. A 'chronological order' bible rather than a standard bible] to read before bed, I dropped it....
it opened up to Psalm 90, and this was highlited: So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom
I thought maybe it was another Godly reminder of time, reminding me not to take things for granted... I didn't immediately notice the non highlited portion in that same chapter...A thousand years in your sight are but as a day when it passes
It was just like Grandpa said in the dream.
I had some great meaning in telling you guys all of this... but it has suddenly faded from my mind. So instead here's some words of wisdom from 'George Lass' [aka Ellen Muth] from Dead Like Me - The Movie.
Everybody dies... but until you die, you still have a lot to do. Be adventurous, but not reckless. Fall in love [but not with some loser]. Stay in school, have a great career. Get married, have a lot of kids, come 90 years old and be a crazy old lady and scare the crap out of kids on halloween. Don't keep secrets.
When I was a little girl, I thought there was a clock in my heart that had these little hands... I wish someone had told me how easily those hands would be broken... how quick that clock would stop. I wouldn't have pretended I was invisible. I would have paid more attention to people... to time. I would have paid more attention to everything.
Don't fear tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after.... because the future is built on tomorrow. One day you may find yourself so far in the future that there's not enough tomorrow's left anymore.
Anyhow, on a lighter note, see that link I have over on the right that says "One Minute Writer"? I totally won the Writing of the Day! Yay!! Go check out what I wrote, or just go check out One Minute Writer and spend one minute everyday doing something productive - Writing! :)
With that being said, I'm outta here. I took the day off tomorrow so I need to sleep enough to be productive all day and get my last minute planning done without the aid of caffeine.
Okay maybe I can have some tazo green tea from starbucks.... mmmmmmmmmmm.....
I was on a roll, writing at least every other day... but as usual, life caught up with me. Its always so hard to be one step ahead on life, haha.
So let me give it another shot....
I've been surrounded lately by reminders of time. I remember first starting my job, days after I had just attended my grandfather's funeral, and I was so angry with my coworkers watching the clock, complaining that five minutes, ten minutes, it was not fast enough.... too long, they said. They couldn't wait for that clock to tic to the right beat so they could be the first one out the door.
I sat there in my cube chair, boiling on the inside because they didn't get it... I would give up everything I had in the world, if I could only have five more minutes with him.... even 30 seconds.
Here lately, I've been seeing him a lot in my dreams.
Just a couple of nights ago, I was standing next to him at a gate/doorway... it wasn't really a gate, but it was definitely an entranceway. And I asked him if this was real, was he really here? He said yes.... but he had to go now. He started walking through the entranceway, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
"Please, just a little more time. I need to say I'm sorry..."
Why are you sorry? he said.
"Because I took you for granted. Because I didn't tell you I loved you enough. Because I didn't know that my days... minutes... seconds with you were numbered. Because I didn't get to say goodbye."
He kept trying to walk through that entrance way, but I just held onto him, crying, saying it over and over again.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He finally looked me in the eyes and said it was okay. He didn't want me to be sad because he wasn't sad... and there was no such thing as sadness or tears where he was going. He said he vaguely remembered that emotion when he was alive, but where he was going now, it didn't exist because everyone was happy...
He said not to apologize, because there was nothing to apologize for. He said he knew I loved him because I told him everytime I did see him. He said I could talk to him any time I wanted if I had more to say...
And he said not to say goodbye. I would see him in just a matter of minutes because time, where he was now, is different.
"But I don't want you to go... I miss you, and I love you," I said to him, still holding onto his hand so he wouldn't leave me.
He said he loved me too, and that didn't change just because he was going somewhere else..
'I'm not going anywhere you can't follow,' he said. 'You'll see me in just a little while....'
Then he pointed to the inside of the entranceway and said, 'They're waiting for me.'
And there, all standing anxiously in a crowded line/group, as if they were waiting to get the first glimpse of a rockstar as he made his first public appearance, were all my family.... my aunt, my grandma, my great grandma, people that I somehow recognized as family even though I never met them because I hadn't been born yet...
All of my family that had passed away.
They were waiting there to greet him.
So I let go of his hand. He smiled his unforgettable gigantic smile at the sight of seeing them all, and he turned to look at me once more.
'We'll be waiting for you too, when you get here. A thousand years will pass on Earth before a day passes here, so I'll see you very soon'
I watched him walk through the entranceway, and I saw him greet everyone waiting for him. He was smiling, laughing, hugging people that he hadn't seen in so long...
And the dream ended.
The next day when I went to pick up mom from work, she brought me in and showed me a letter that was left behind at her job in the mailbox with no postage. For hours she kept reminding everyone that there was no postage, do we 'return to sender' or just put a company stamp on it?
At the end of the day, when the letter was still there, she decided to stop waiting for someone to do something about such a trivial thing - she'd just go to the stamp drawer and put one on herself.
The letter was addressed to him.
Not his 'actual' address, but someone with his very name, written in his handwriting.
Then as I grabbed the bible that night [one I got from the library actually - it looked cool. A 'chronological order' bible rather than a standard bible] to read before bed, I dropped it....
it opened up to Psalm 90, and this was highlited: So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom
I thought maybe it was another Godly reminder of time, reminding me not to take things for granted... I didn't immediately notice the non highlited portion in that same chapter...A thousand years in your sight are but as a day when it passes
It was just like Grandpa said in the dream.
I had some great meaning in telling you guys all of this... but it has suddenly faded from my mind. So instead here's some words of wisdom from 'George Lass' [aka Ellen Muth] from Dead Like Me - The Movie.
Everybody dies... but until you die, you still have a lot to do. Be adventurous, but not reckless. Fall in love [but not with some loser]. Stay in school, have a great career. Get married, have a lot of kids, come 90 years old and be a crazy old lady and scare the crap out of kids on halloween. Don't keep secrets.
When I was a little girl, I thought there was a clock in my heart that had these little hands... I wish someone had told me how easily those hands would be broken... how quick that clock would stop. I wouldn't have pretended I was invisible. I would have paid more attention to people... to time. I would have paid more attention to everything.
Don't fear tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after.... because the future is built on tomorrow. One day you may find yourself so far in the future that there's not enough tomorrow's left anymore.
Anyhow, on a lighter note, see that link I have over on the right that says "One Minute Writer"? I totally won the Writing of the Day! Yay!! Go check out what I wrote, or just go check out One Minute Writer and spend one minute everyday doing something productive - Writing! :)
With that being said, I'm outta here. I took the day off tomorrow so I need to sleep enough to be productive all day and get my last minute planning done without the aid of caffeine.
Okay maybe I can have some tazo green tea from starbucks.... mmmmmmmmmmm.....
Sunday, February 15, 2009
APB - Lance Armstrong's Stolen Bike!
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=51527107730
Help find Lance Armstrong's Stolen Bike!
No joke, by the way.... Lance Armstrong is on Twitter
Repost, retweet, do whatever it is you do to get a message out there.
Help find Lance Armstrong's Stolen Bike!
No joke, by the way.... Lance Armstrong is on Twitter
Repost, retweet, do whatever it is you do to get a message out there.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day
Or, if you're like most single people out there, Happy Single's Awareness Day!
Me.... yes I'm single. But I'm not letting it get to me. I saw a cool concert, I got free chocolate at work [even though it wasn't *just* for me - it was 'something for the whole class' so I got included, hahaha], and quite frankly, I was up way too late last night to feel like I got any sleep. I might start dragging and yawning if I had a date tonight. LOL
So..... youtube has a billion videos up today about Valentine's Day and how to mess it up/how not to mess it up. The TV has a hundred thousand billion commercials, hidden advertisements, etc on a 'last minute gift' because they know you still forgot to get a gift today. Billboards and newspapers are all colored red and pink with hearts and other 'mushy' blah blah blah
Now, if you've got someone to share today with, its fun to have a set date on the calendar to look forward to something and plan some special time together.
But when I was dating, the best 'valentine's day' was the one that wasn't marked on the calendar. It was the days that he remembered me when it wasn't a 'holiday.' The element of surprise! The random act of kindness when its NOT planned - that's what should be considered special, not some landmark date every year that makes men out to be the bad guy if they don't remember that being a nice guy counts on this one day out of the year.
So I'm not going to be all beat up and sad over not sharing it with anyone. If anything, I've been single for a while now, I've had plenty of time to beat myself up over it [e.g. when I sign for the various flowers/gift baskets/etc at work that OTHER people are receiving!! LOL]. Why spoil a perfectly good day with woe-is-me and boo-hoo that I didn't get anything. That's what Mondays are for! [haha kidding]
Anyhow... no big deal. :)
Plus, when I find Mr. Right, he's probably going to forget about Valentine's Day anyway. Which will be absolutely fine with me, because he'll remember me on other random days that won't be marked on the calendar, just because he's going to be awesome like that.
So my advice to everyone today is this: Don't try and find fault or disappointment in your special someone, and don't be upset if you don't have a special person to share today with. Appreciate every breath and moment that you have in the presence of whoever it is that you'll be spending today with. Friends, family, husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend. Be happy, and pretend its not even valentine's day.
Because... there's plenty of people out there today that won't be celebrating. A spouse may have finally lost a battle with a disease, someone headed home to spend the holiday with family may have not made it to the scheduled destination and instead went on an unscheduled trip to Heaven, or the flowers being purchased today may be delivered to someone's headstone rather than their hands.
Time is too short to count faults and disappointments, and its simply a waste to stare at others being happy while comparing it to your own unhappiness. Take hold of the steering wheel that directs your life, and go make your own happiness today without the stress of some silly greeting card holiday.
Be thankful, and be satisfied.
And pray for those who got that taken away from them because of a tragedy or other unforeseen circumstances.
Me.... yes I'm single. But I'm not letting it get to me. I saw a cool concert, I got free chocolate at work [even though it wasn't *just* for me - it was 'something for the whole class' so I got included, hahaha], and quite frankly, I was up way too late last night to feel like I got any sleep. I might start dragging and yawning if I had a date tonight. LOL
So..... youtube has a billion videos up today about Valentine's Day and how to mess it up/how not to mess it up. The TV has a hundred thousand billion commercials, hidden advertisements, etc on a 'last minute gift' because they know you still forgot to get a gift today. Billboards and newspapers are all colored red and pink with hearts and other 'mushy' blah blah blah
Now, if you've got someone to share today with, its fun to have a set date on the calendar to look forward to something and plan some special time together.
But when I was dating, the best 'valentine's day' was the one that wasn't marked on the calendar. It was the days that he remembered me when it wasn't a 'holiday.' The element of surprise! The random act of kindness when its NOT planned - that's what should be considered special, not some landmark date every year that makes men out to be the bad guy if they don't remember that being a nice guy counts on this one day out of the year.
So I'm not going to be all beat up and sad over not sharing it with anyone. If anything, I've been single for a while now, I've had plenty of time to beat myself up over it [e.g. when I sign for the various flowers/gift baskets/etc at work that OTHER people are receiving!! LOL]. Why spoil a perfectly good day with woe-is-me and boo-hoo that I didn't get anything. That's what Mondays are for! [haha kidding]
Anyhow... no big deal. :)
Plus, when I find Mr. Right, he's probably going to forget about Valentine's Day anyway. Which will be absolutely fine with me, because he'll remember me on other random days that won't be marked on the calendar, just because he's going to be awesome like that.
So my advice to everyone today is this: Don't try and find fault or disappointment in your special someone, and don't be upset if you don't have a special person to share today with. Appreciate every breath and moment that you have in the presence of whoever it is that you'll be spending today with. Friends, family, husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend. Be happy, and pretend its not even valentine's day.
Because... there's plenty of people out there today that won't be celebrating. A spouse may have finally lost a battle with a disease, someone headed home to spend the holiday with family may have not made it to the scheduled destination and instead went on an unscheduled trip to Heaven, or the flowers being purchased today may be delivered to someone's headstone rather than their hands.
Time is too short to count faults and disappointments, and its simply a waste to stare at others being happy while comparing it to your own unhappiness. Take hold of the steering wheel that directs your life, and go make your own happiness today without the stress of some silly greeting card holiday.
Be thankful, and be satisfied.
And pray for those who got that taken away from them because of a tragedy or other unforeseen circumstances.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I'm getting good at this 'staying connected' thing...
Or I'm kidding myself into thinking I am.
I'm actually quite paranoid. I'm trying to master 'the facebook', and totally freaked out when I started getting instant messages from one of my friends. Now I'm terrified to log in because it takes me FOREVER to figure out how to maneuver in there, and I don't want to look like one of those people that's on facebook 24-7. I'm not logged in there for long periods of time playing the games or watching the statistics and waiting for someone to come online.
No no, I'm just logged in for stupidly long amounts of time because I can't figure out how to get to what I want.
I got an email saying that I was 'tagged' in a survey, so I logged in and ta-dah! There's a button that says [Friend] wants you to take an interview!
So I did, and talked to said friend later. Apparently that wasn't the 'tag' that I received. I think I'm supposed to repost that to my own facebook and then re-answer the questions?
Huh??
Its so confusing!!
And now, its promo time!
Go check out live chat with 'supricky06' (whose real name is actually Chris) on Tuesday at 5pm 'West Coast' time which equals 7pm for my fellow Texans, and 8pm for the East coast.
You might remember him from my Happy Holidays post with what is now my profile picture. Fun guy to talk to! Go follow his twitter and his youtube channel.
I'll remind you guys again on my own twitter on Tuesday.
/End promo time
Off to work on core workouts then probably go to bed. Got an early start in the morning in the gym!!
Fortune for today is:
HE WHO SINGS FRIGHTENS AWAY HIS ILLS
I'm actually quite paranoid. I'm trying to master 'the facebook', and totally freaked out when I started getting instant messages from one of my friends. Now I'm terrified to log in because it takes me FOREVER to figure out how to maneuver in there, and I don't want to look like one of those people that's on facebook 24-7. I'm not logged in there for long periods of time playing the games or watching the statistics and waiting for someone to come online.
No no, I'm just logged in for stupidly long amounts of time because I can't figure out how to get to what I want.
I got an email saying that I was 'tagged' in a survey, so I logged in and ta-dah! There's a button that says [Friend] wants you to take an interview!
So I did, and talked to said friend later. Apparently that wasn't the 'tag' that I received. I think I'm supposed to repost that to my own facebook and then re-answer the questions?
Huh??
Its so confusing!!
And now, its promo time!
Go check out live chat with 'supricky06' (whose real name is actually Chris) on Tuesday at 5pm 'West Coast' time which equals 7pm for my fellow Texans, and 8pm for the East coast.
You might remember him from my Happy Holidays post with what is now my profile picture. Fun guy to talk to! Go follow his twitter and his youtube channel.
I'll remind you guys again on my own twitter on Tuesday.
/End promo time
Off to work on core workouts then probably go to bed. Got an early start in the morning in the gym!!
Fortune for today is:
HE WHO SINGS FRIGHTENS AWAY HIS ILLS
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Where's John Quinones when you need him??
I have one tiny frustration to vent today.
A friend & I went to a birthday party last night at a bar/restaurant that's kind of got a family environment to it. There was some idiot at the bar portion obviously drunk... and he was holding his extremely young child.
Then... he dropped the kid, smack on the floor.
And the bartender served him another drink as he picked up the crying baby off the floor.
The friends in my group went over next to him to snoop and order a drink while really being nosey. They overheard the guy telling the kid who is was obviously too small to understand, "You shouldn't have been moving around so much"
WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!? How about, "Hey your drunken poor excuse of a parent shouldn't be drinking alcohol while holding a child! Let me go give you a motivational smack to teach you a lesson"
Stupid people.... seriously.
A friend & I went to a birthday party last night at a bar/restaurant that's kind of got a family environment to it. There was some idiot at the bar portion obviously drunk... and he was holding his extremely young child.
Then... he dropped the kid, smack on the floor.
And the bartender served him another drink as he picked up the crying baby off the floor.
The friends in my group went over next to him to snoop and order a drink while really being nosey. They overheard the guy telling the kid who is was obviously too small to understand, "You shouldn't have been moving around so much"
WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!? How about, "Hey your drunken poor excuse of a parent shouldn't be drinking alcohol while holding a child! Let me go give you a motivational smack to teach you a lesson"
Stupid people.... seriously.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
To Someone I Used To Know...
I'm sorry.
You were right.
You were always right.
I should have listened to you... but I didn't. I was horribly wrong. I was blinded when you tried to show me what was right, but I didn't listen... and I suffer for it daily.
Words are simply words, and actions speak the loudest. The great pain that I live with everyday as a result of mine is something I deserve, and when push comes to shove, 'sorry' is meaningless.
But... it is all I have to give.
I'm not asking for forgiveness, nor do I expect or want anything that I know I cannot have.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I've encountered so many things in my life this far, and try my hardest to ensure that I never use the word "regret" with anything I do.
What happened between us though... that is the one thing that I truly and deeply regret. No amount of apologies can fix it, and what's done is done. I've thought of you so much... but time has passed, our lives had carried on, and its too late.
If you're out there still.... I owe you an apology. I owe you so much more... I hate myself for taking away the time we could have shared. Every mistake that I've made does not measure up to the regret that I feel when I remember what we were... and wonder what our friendship could have still been today.
I hope that you've been well.
I miss you.
And I'm sorry.
You were right.
You were always right.
I should have listened to you... but I didn't. I was horribly wrong. I was blinded when you tried to show me what was right, but I didn't listen... and I suffer for it daily.
Words are simply words, and actions speak the loudest. The great pain that I live with everyday as a result of mine is something I deserve, and when push comes to shove, 'sorry' is meaningless.
But... it is all I have to give.
I'm not asking for forgiveness, nor do I expect or want anything that I know I cannot have.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I've encountered so many things in my life this far, and try my hardest to ensure that I never use the word "regret" with anything I do.
What happened between us though... that is the one thing that I truly and deeply regret. No amount of apologies can fix it, and what's done is done. I've thought of you so much... but time has passed, our lives had carried on, and its too late.
If you're out there still.... I owe you an apology. I owe you so much more... I hate myself for taking away the time we could have shared. Every mistake that I've made does not measure up to the regret that I feel when I remember what we were... and wonder what our friendship could have still been today.
I hope that you've been well.
I miss you.
And I'm sorry.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo! Echo!
Woooo..... no blog update in a while. Sorry
Nothing new to report or rant about. Actually that's not entirely true..... but I'm keeping it to myself until the website goes live. :)
I'm not really feeling 'bloggy' today. But I forgot that I still had the breast cancer layout up and needed to post something so I could update the layout back to the 'new' layout.
I did learn a cool new terminology/phrase/whatever at work today. So I shall share that with you.
"Motivational Slap"
MO - TI - VA - TION - AL (moe-tuh-vay-shun-el) SLAP (slap)
-verb (adverb: slapping)
Similar to slap, in that you swing your hand with great strength to make contact with a person or object in an extremely forecful manner that causes the said person or object to suffer pain as-well-as/and/or/may cause unwilling [and in most cases unexpected] movement from a [most likely] stationary position (e.g. falling, tripping, head spinning). The only difference is that the motivational slap is used **at the exact moment** when the said object of the slap is doing something you want them to NEVER DO AGAIN - thus motivating them to always be on your good side.
Reference - Cool guy at work that I sit next to who taught me that I was incorrectly pronouncing the following words:
punch
hit
bash
slug
knock
smack
beat
swat
thrash
strike
pound
sock
clobber
whack
pelt
'Motivational Slap' is the proper pronunciation
No fortune needed today if I'm teaching you new vocabulary words. :D
Nothing new to report or rant about. Actually that's not entirely true..... but I'm keeping it to myself until the website goes live. :)
I'm not really feeling 'bloggy' today. But I forgot that I still had the breast cancer layout up and needed to post something so I could update the layout back to the 'new' layout.
I did learn a cool new terminology/phrase/whatever at work today. So I shall share that with you.
"Motivational Slap"
MO - TI - VA - TION - AL (moe-tuh-vay-shun-el) SLAP (slap)
-verb (adverb: slapping)
Similar to slap, in that you swing your hand with great strength to make contact with a person or object in an extremely forecful manner that causes the said person or object to suffer pain as-well-as/and/or/may cause unwilling [and in most cases unexpected] movement from a [most likely] stationary position (e.g. falling, tripping, head spinning). The only difference is that the motivational slap is used **at the exact moment** when the said object of the slap is doing something you want them to NEVER DO AGAIN - thus motivating them to always be on your good side.
Reference - Cool guy at work that I sit next to who taught me that I was incorrectly pronouncing the following words:
punch
hit
bash
slug
knock
smack
beat
swat
thrash
strike
pound
sock
clobber
whack
pelt
'Motivational Slap' is the proper pronunciation
No fortune needed today if I'm teaching you new vocabulary words. :D
Saturday, January 31, 2009
In Memoriam
Seven years ago I was on the way to see her because we were told that it was getting bad... but half an hour away from her, we got another phone call that said it was okay... we didn't have to rush.
It was over... and she was gone.
**
THE BROKEN CHAIN
We never knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
--Author Unknown
**
I used to light a candle on this day, as well as her birthday in April...
Just a couple of days ago, I came across this poem from this website from © A.Pell 24/08/2005
Light a Candle
Light a candle for those we mourn.
Into a new life they will be born.
Do not look for them at the gravesite.
They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light.
They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain.
Their light and essence will always remain.
Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place.
They are free to travel through time and space.
When we think of them, they are near.
When we sit in a beautiful garden. Their voices we hear.
When we listen to a divine symphony,
We close our eyes, their faces we see.
Light a candle for they have not really gone.
With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong.
**
Cancer is Limited
It cannot cripple love
It cannot erode faith
It cannot eat away peace
It cannot destroy confidence
It cannot kill friendships
It cannot shut out memories
It cannot silence courage
It cannot invade the soul
It cannot reduce eternal life
It cannot quench the spirit
It cannot lessen the power or resurrection.
It was over... and she was gone.
**
THE BROKEN CHAIN
We never knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
--Author Unknown
**
I used to light a candle on this day, as well as her birthday in April...
Just a couple of days ago, I came across this poem from this website from © A.Pell 24/08/2005
Light a Candle
Light a candle for those we mourn.
Into a new life they will be born.
Do not look for them at the gravesite.
They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light.
They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain.
Their light and essence will always remain.
Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place.
They are free to travel through time and space.
When we think of them, they are near.
When we sit in a beautiful garden. Their voices we hear.
When we listen to a divine symphony,
We close our eyes, their faces we see.
Light a candle for they have not really gone.
With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong.
**
Cancer is Limited
It cannot cripple love
It cannot erode faith
It cannot eat away peace
It cannot destroy confidence
It cannot kill friendships
It cannot shut out memories
It cannot silence courage
It cannot invade the soul
It cannot reduce eternal life
It cannot quench the spirit
It cannot lessen the power or resurrection.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Layout changes
I've been messing with this for about an hour and I think I'm happy with how it looks. The goal was to make it happier than the previous layout.
If its too radioactive to the eyes, let me know. The picture is from the Austin trip.
If its too radioactive to the eyes, let me know. The picture is from the Austin trip.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Another Diet Related Post
I think the reason I succeeded so well with the hourly 'snacking myself thin' thing was because of the internet.
I told total strangers that I was going to do something, and I was going to report back and follow through with results and findings. So it got to be exciting that first day to go experiment and be sure to run back up to my apartment to tell everyone how the snacking and gym went.
Because, as silly as it sounds, I wasn't just diving into yet another weight loss plan - I was showing other people how to do it.
Not that I'm trying to be motivational or anything. I'm moreso picturing myself as guinea pig. The mikey that's eating the strange new food for the first time that everyone wants to try, but wants to see someone else try first... Ya know, to make sure its for real.
Anyhow, I used to get up at 430am everyday and go for a 2 mile run. Sometimes, I'd even come back from the run and hop on a bike and go that same two miles.
Then I'd shower up, have some breakfast, and be on my merry way to work. Then I'd come home and do another two mile run.
What's the point?
The pressures of the internet!!
I dont think I can quite muster up 430am again, but I think 5am is doable.
Okay maybe not... 520. Yes, 520am is doable.
You see, if I tell you fellow people of the internet that I'm going to get up at 520am to go exercise, then that same guinea pig attitude I had with the snacking-myself-thin diet will force me out of bed when no one else is awake, and I'll *have* to get up and do it.
After all, there's one lone person somewhere out there reading who I can't let down, right?
Or at least that's what I'm going to tell myself tomorrow at 520am.
Goodnight everybody! See you at 520am from the twitter.
Fortune time!
NOW IS THE TIME TO TRY SOMETHING NEW.
I told total strangers that I was going to do something, and I was going to report back and follow through with results and findings. So it got to be exciting that first day to go experiment and be sure to run back up to my apartment to tell everyone how the snacking and gym went.
Because, as silly as it sounds, I wasn't just diving into yet another weight loss plan - I was showing other people how to do it.
Not that I'm trying to be motivational or anything. I'm moreso picturing myself as guinea pig. The mikey that's eating the strange new food for the first time that everyone wants to try, but wants to see someone else try first... Ya know, to make sure its for real.
Anyhow, I used to get up at 430am everyday and go for a 2 mile run. Sometimes, I'd even come back from the run and hop on a bike and go that same two miles.
Then I'd shower up, have some breakfast, and be on my merry way to work. Then I'd come home and do another two mile run.
What's the point?
The pressures of the internet!!
I dont think I can quite muster up 430am again, but I think 5am is doable.
Okay maybe not... 520. Yes, 520am is doable.
You see, if I tell you fellow people of the internet that I'm going to get up at 520am to go exercise, then that same guinea pig attitude I had with the snacking-myself-thin diet will force me out of bed when no one else is awake, and I'll *have* to get up and do it.
After all, there's one lone person somewhere out there reading who I can't let down, right?
Or at least that's what I'm going to tell myself tomorrow at 520am.
Goodnight everybody! See you at 520am from the twitter.
Fortune time!
NOW IS THE TIME TO TRY SOMETHING NEW.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
no days off
I haven't worked 7 days a week in umm.. three years? It was strange.
They say you can find out a lot about someone by going through their trash.
Turns out, you can find out a lot about your fellow coworkers by doing their job for two days.
The internet is a great invention. It's essentially this massive speakers corner, and whenever you want, you get to take center stage and tell everyone that's listening [and in my case, not a whole lot, hahaha] what makes your buttons tick, why you're upset with the now, and do your dark poetry slam screaming until you feel better.
When it comes to my work, I'm all about organization, planning, efficiency, and having a map in place that shows me the path to getting the work done. If there wasn't a guidebook written when I got hired, I write one as I learn, and continually add on to it when I learn something new. I like having points of reference and a go-to checklist or manual so that way I don't need to waste my brainpower on something that a pen and paper can remember for me.
Plus, I haven't figured out how to utilize the part of my brain that still remembers that 19, 65, 9, 17 and 4, 2, 1, 6, and 1, 9, 9, 2, 1, 1, 2, 4 are codes that go to a videogame that I played when I was 8. That part of my brain is awesome, and I wish I could harness that memorability and make use of it for things that I could REALLY use.
The weekend was okay, but it was extremely frustrating that my job was organization... and the people I was cleaning up after had no sense of it whatsoever.
Anyhow, I'm sitting here at the end of the day and thinking that when its all said and done... it was a colossal disappointment that no one else showed up to help with the extra duties that needed to get done. So I did the one thing that I thought was the best investment of my time.
I LABELED stuff.
Its amazing how much faster I got things done once there was a simple improvised organization system. Not everything got done, but at least I was able to leave some kind of stepping stool for the person who is to fill that job tomorrow.
Thankyou internet for helping me survive by myself at the office. Had I not had the endless blue ocean of www to vent my frustrations to, I think I may have gone crazy.
Well... I mean *more* crazy.
Fortune time:
DISAPPOINTMENT IS THE NURSE OF WISDOM
They say you can find out a lot about someone by going through their trash.
Turns out, you can find out a lot about your fellow coworkers by doing their job for two days.
The internet is a great invention. It's essentially this massive speakers corner, and whenever you want, you get to take center stage and tell everyone that's listening [and in my case, not a whole lot, hahaha] what makes your buttons tick, why you're upset with the now, and do your dark poetry slam screaming until you feel better.
When it comes to my work, I'm all about organization, planning, efficiency, and having a map in place that shows me the path to getting the work done. If there wasn't a guidebook written when I got hired, I write one as I learn, and continually add on to it when I learn something new. I like having points of reference and a go-to checklist or manual so that way I don't need to waste my brainpower on something that a pen and paper can remember for me.
Plus, I haven't figured out how to utilize the part of my brain that still remembers that 19, 65, 9, 17 and 4, 2, 1, 6, and 1, 9, 9, 2, 1, 1, 2, 4 are codes that go to a videogame that I played when I was 8. That part of my brain is awesome, and I wish I could harness that memorability and make use of it for things that I could REALLY use.
The weekend was okay, but it was extremely frustrating that my job was organization... and the people I was cleaning up after had no sense of it whatsoever.
Anyhow, I'm sitting here at the end of the day and thinking that when its all said and done... it was a colossal disappointment that no one else showed up to help with the extra duties that needed to get done. So I did the one thing that I thought was the best investment of my time.
I LABELED stuff.
Its amazing how much faster I got things done once there was a simple improvised organization system. Not everything got done, but at least I was able to leave some kind of stepping stool for the person who is to fill that job tomorrow.
Thankyou internet for helping me survive by myself at the office. Had I not had the endless blue ocean of www to vent my frustrations to, I think I may have gone crazy.
Well... I mean *more* crazy.
Fortune time:
DISAPPOINTMENT IS THE NURSE OF WISDOM
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Weird Children's TV Shows!
Today's edition of weird children's tv shows comes from France.
Keep Weird Al far away from this one, he might stick 'em in a kettle!
Keep Weird Al far away from this one, he might stick 'em in a kettle!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Diet = FAIL!
So... it worked. Very well.
However....
I felt like I was in high school sleeping 4 hours a night and having energy to study for finals, participate in after school activities for 3 hours a day, then going to hang out with friends every waking hour on the weekends, and not even touch a sip of coffee or energy drinks.
No drugs or any kind of substance, actually. :)
Anyhow, back to reality - I thought that maybe the high energy/through the roof metabolism was the working out. So I cut back... but that didn't seem to do the trick, so for two days I didn't even work out.
So when that didn't work, I thought, maybe the 'healthy subway' is a little too healthy. So I cheated and ate bad food.
But the weight kept falling off. And the energy was still there.
Pretty soon, it was getting to be midnight, 1am, 2am, and I had only slept 4 hours the previous day but just *couldn't* sleep! I tried to go exhaust myself and work out at ridiculous paces but still couldn't sleep.
Here's the strange thing - I wasn't falling over at work or dozing off at the wheel. But I wasn't getting enough sleep, and I even felt too awake to want my cup of tea.
Last night when it was past midnight, I finally said enough is enough.
So the diet was a success, definitely. I reported on the twitter that I lost 4 and a half pounds. Weighing myself today, the actual total is 6.
But I'm going to quit the hourly eating. I felt like I jumped backwards into the time in my life when I suffered from severe insomnia. I like the energy, but I don't like not sleeping.
Call me old fashioned, but I like to pick and choose when I do and don't sleep.
I'm still going to do the gym.
The next dietary experiment is this cactus smoothie thing that the bodybuilder wants me to try. I'm apparently the guinea pig of diets for him. That's not exactly a compliment... but its not an insult either, right?
Fortune time:
UNUSUAL OFFER WILL ENHANCE YOUR FUTURE
However....
I felt like I was in high school sleeping 4 hours a night and having energy to study for finals, participate in after school activities for 3 hours a day, then going to hang out with friends every waking hour on the weekends, and not even touch a sip of coffee or energy drinks.
No drugs or any kind of substance, actually. :)
Anyhow, back to reality - I thought that maybe the high energy/through the roof metabolism was the working out. So I cut back... but that didn't seem to do the trick, so for two days I didn't even work out.
So when that didn't work, I thought, maybe the 'healthy subway' is a little too healthy. So I cheated and ate bad food.
But the weight kept falling off. And the energy was still there.
Pretty soon, it was getting to be midnight, 1am, 2am, and I had only slept 4 hours the previous day but just *couldn't* sleep! I tried to go exhaust myself and work out at ridiculous paces but still couldn't sleep.
Here's the strange thing - I wasn't falling over at work or dozing off at the wheel. But I wasn't getting enough sleep, and I even felt too awake to want my cup of tea.
Last night when it was past midnight, I finally said enough is enough.
So the diet was a success, definitely. I reported on the twitter that I lost 4 and a half pounds. Weighing myself today, the actual total is 6.
But I'm going to quit the hourly eating. I felt like I jumped backwards into the time in my life when I suffered from severe insomnia. I like the energy, but I don't like not sleeping.
Call me old fashioned, but I like to pick and choose when I do and don't sleep.
I'm still going to do the gym.
The next dietary experiment is this cactus smoothie thing that the bodybuilder wants me to try. I'm apparently the guinea pig of diets for him. That's not exactly a compliment... but its not an insult either, right?
Fortune time:
UNUSUAL OFFER WILL ENHANCE YOUR FUTURE
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Austin Pictures from MLK Day
If anyone was following the twitter, I took a random road trip to Austin on MLK Day, hunting for a giant chicken that I saw on Agility Nut.
I didn't find the chicken, but I did take some cool pictures never the less.
If they appear distorted or are cut off at the edges, give me a couple of minutes to modify the html, I'm working on it as I post this.
I took a billion pictures, but picked out just a couple to share.
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First, for the democrats:
[I had to cross off only one bumper sticker]
Something from downtown:
On the capitol building lawn:
Playing with my 15X zoom
And the virtual post card:
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I'll sift through 'em again probably later in the week and put some more.
[[end transmission]]
I didn't find the chicken, but I did take some cool pictures never the less.
If they appear distorted or are cut off at the edges, give me a couple of minutes to modify the html, I'm working on it as I post this.
I took a billion pictures, but picked out just a couple to share.
------
First, for the democrats:
[I had to cross off only one bumper sticker]
Something from downtown:
On the capitol building lawn:
Playing with my 15X zoom
And the virtual post card:
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I'll sift through 'em again probably later in the week and put some more.
[[end transmission]]
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