So Britney Spears was under the impression that orchestrating the birth of her child with a C-Section would somehow relieve her of pain?!? Nice going, numpty! Try standing up tomorrow and worrying that your guts are going to spill out. Yeah, I hope you don't have to cough or sneeze in the next two weeks, while your incision heals, and that whoever drives you home goes v-e-r-y--s-l-o-w-l-y! Don't forget to call the nurse when you've passed gas, and enjoy your jello until you are able to get up and walk to the toilet. But why should I have expected any better...look at the bum she chose to be her baby's daddy! She's worried about pain, and she's already volunteered for it.
Wanker!
~Lisa, enjoying her newfound love for Scottish slang
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Can you feel it?
FALL IS COMING!
Yes, Autumn is my favorite season. I like the way it sneaks up on me in little snippets. First, I will notice the crispness in the air in the morning when I first step outside. Then, I will catch a sniff of a wood fire burning somewhere on my way to work. Living in an agricultural area, the farmers burn the deadwood in sporadic bursts this time of year, so that smell is strongly associated with the heralding of Fall. And, every morning, as I go through my bathroom routine, I look out the small window, and I subconciously evaluate the big maple tree in the front yard. I say subconciously because I don't realize I do it until the day that I notice the leaves are falling. I can only see the top portion of the tree, it fills up the small window. But little by little, I will see more and more of the tree skeleton, and eventually all the leaves will be gone, and Thanksgiving will be done, and Christmas will be upon us. Even Ivy knows to check the tree.
Who says we don't have seasons in Southern California?
We're back in school, gearing up for October birthdays, Ghostwalk, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Will we drive to Texas again? Not at today's gas prices!
The tooth fairy came to visit BOTH girls this week. It must be a twin thing, but both girls swallowed their tooth. They each lost their first tooth within three days of each other. I think the tooth fairy is enjoying these visits a little more than usual, considering when it's over, it's over...one of those childhood rites that will be gone forever in just a couple of years.
I am having crazy fun putting together a scrapbook with my Summer photos.
I'm wondering what I have to do to get my husband, THE writer, to 'blog once in a while? I thought for sure he'd have some words to share about his recent Las Vegas jaunt. Although, he came home and listed a bunch of stuff on eBay, so I don't know if that means he did really poorly and now we are at risk of losing everything. Just kidding...he just gets the peddling fever once in a while, and it's usually for a good cause. Like, a new computer?
Time to search for more musical adventures...
Yes, Autumn is my favorite season. I like the way it sneaks up on me in little snippets. First, I will notice the crispness in the air in the morning when I first step outside. Then, I will catch a sniff of a wood fire burning somewhere on my way to work. Living in an agricultural area, the farmers burn the deadwood in sporadic bursts this time of year, so that smell is strongly associated with the heralding of Fall. And, every morning, as I go through my bathroom routine, I look out the small window, and I subconciously evaluate the big maple tree in the front yard. I say subconciously because I don't realize I do it until the day that I notice the leaves are falling. I can only see the top portion of the tree, it fills up the small window. But little by little, I will see more and more of the tree skeleton, and eventually all the leaves will be gone, and Thanksgiving will be done, and Christmas will be upon us. Even Ivy knows to check the tree.
Who says we don't have seasons in Southern California?
We're back in school, gearing up for October birthdays, Ghostwalk, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Will we drive to Texas again? Not at today's gas prices!
The tooth fairy came to visit BOTH girls this week. It must be a twin thing, but both girls swallowed their tooth. They each lost their first tooth within three days of each other. I think the tooth fairy is enjoying these visits a little more than usual, considering when it's over, it's over...one of those childhood rites that will be gone forever in just a couple of years.
I am having crazy fun putting together a scrapbook with my Summer photos.
I'm wondering what I have to do to get my husband, THE writer, to 'blog once in a while? I thought for sure he'd have some words to share about his recent Las Vegas jaunt. Although, he came home and listed a bunch of stuff on eBay, so I don't know if that means he did really poorly and now we are at risk of losing everything. Just kidding...he just gets the peddling fever once in a while, and it's usually for a good cause. Like, a new computer?
Time to search for more musical adventures...
Monday, September 12, 2005
Sharing a profound quote
Still on the summer of love tangent...I came across this long-winded quote and I think it does a terrific job of dissecting love, succinctly and honorably.
"Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk. People working today on behalf of women, blacks, lesbians and gay men, the aging, the poor in this country and elsewhere know that making justice is not a warm, fuzzy experience. I think also that sexual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds.
For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love." Love is a choice -- not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity -- a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh. "
~Carter Heyward - Passion for Justice
I think I'll be chewing on this one for a long time...
"Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk. People working today on behalf of women, blacks, lesbians and gay men, the aging, the poor in this country and elsewhere know that making justice is not a warm, fuzzy experience. I think also that sexual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds.
For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love." Love is a choice -- not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity -- a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh. "
~Carter Heyward - Passion for Justice
I think I'll be chewing on this one for a long time...
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Just like old times...
We hosted a bbq! Gosh, it has been waaaay too long since we've done that! We busted our asses cleaning up and it was so worth it! Now, we have a clean house, and we had a great evening. We just might start doing that more regularly. It was very fun to have Nicholas and Jackson over to play with the girls. They all had a blast. And, we have the most wonderful friends in the whole world - - they are all so intelligent, so thoughtful, so articulate, so funny, so caring....! I could go on and on!
It's been a difficult week, watching all the hurricane disaster footage. It has motivated me to check up on our earthquake kit because we now have proof that we are going to have to fend for ourselves for at least a week when the big one hits (yes, when, not if!). The government (local, state, or federal) is just not equipped to swoop in and rescue us the way most people imagine. People today have what I refer to as the "CSI mentality". I used to call it the "Law and Order mentality", but it seems like CSI has overtaken Law and Order these days. What I mean by it, though, is that a large segment of the population has had their fantasy/reality borders blurred by these tv shows. A crime is committed, investigated, solved, and the perpetrator is tried and incarcerated in just 40 minutes. This, in conjunction with the "Disneyland syndrome*", just sets people up for discontent. (*This is where people act recklessly, believing they can't get hurt, and then sue when they do) It's time we realized that with a disaster of this magnitude, we're going to see dead bodies, and we're going to see rescuers pass them by to deal with the living. We're even going to see some badly injured passed up for the less injured. It's called triage. We just don't normally see it so up close and personal. A hundred years ago, we read our news a day after it happened, or we heard it on the radio. Thanks to the immediate access to video and photographic reporting, all disasters today are magnified. It's not so bad to magnify a smaller-scale disaster, but it exponentially balloons with the larger ones. As an example, I'm sure the looting was bad, but I also realized I was seeing the same footage over and over, for days on end, so I have to wonder if it was as rampant as it was portrayed. I know my friends outside of SoCal always think we are burned up in wildfires or have fallen into the ocean in landslides when they see our disasters in their media coverage. As George Orwell alluded in 1984, the media is a powerful tool in controlling the masses. The immediate access to info on the internet was great, until you realized some people were perpetuating rumors or inaccuracies, which hindered rescue efforts - - and if you went back to many of the news stories, they were actually revised once more accurate facts were received. It was nearly impossible to keep up with the myriad of negative headlines on the home pages, and if you didn't take the time to actually read the articles, some of them were sort of misleading (sensationalized, I guess). I'm not trying to diminish the magnitude of the disaster at all, I think the whole situation is tragic and sad; it just cheeses me because it seems so irresponsible. Something to mull over...
Wow, I didn't plan on going on a rant, but maybe these topics are related. I think the disaster thing made hanging out with the friends more special. Just thankful we have them, and we are all okay.
John is in Las Vegas right now (visiting his other family-LOL). For the first time ever, the thought of him getting on an airplane without me tugged at my heart. He's such a good travel buddy.
It's been a difficult week, watching all the hurricane disaster footage. It has motivated me to check up on our earthquake kit because we now have proof that we are going to have to fend for ourselves for at least a week when the big one hits (yes, when, not if!). The government (local, state, or federal) is just not equipped to swoop in and rescue us the way most people imagine. People today have what I refer to as the "CSI mentality". I used to call it the "Law and Order mentality", but it seems like CSI has overtaken Law and Order these days. What I mean by it, though, is that a large segment of the population has had their fantasy/reality borders blurred by these tv shows. A crime is committed, investigated, solved, and the perpetrator is tried and incarcerated in just 40 minutes. This, in conjunction with the "Disneyland syndrome*", just sets people up for discontent. (*This is where people act recklessly, believing they can't get hurt, and then sue when they do) It's time we realized that with a disaster of this magnitude, we're going to see dead bodies, and we're going to see rescuers pass them by to deal with the living. We're even going to see some badly injured passed up for the less injured. It's called triage. We just don't normally see it so up close and personal. A hundred years ago, we read our news a day after it happened, or we heard it on the radio. Thanks to the immediate access to video and photographic reporting, all disasters today are magnified. It's not so bad to magnify a smaller-scale disaster, but it exponentially balloons with the larger ones. As an example, I'm sure the looting was bad, but I also realized I was seeing the same footage over and over, for days on end, so I have to wonder if it was as rampant as it was portrayed. I know my friends outside of SoCal always think we are burned up in wildfires or have fallen into the ocean in landslides when they see our disasters in their media coverage. As George Orwell alluded in 1984, the media is a powerful tool in controlling the masses. The immediate access to info on the internet was great, until you realized some people were perpetuating rumors or inaccuracies, which hindered rescue efforts - - and if you went back to many of the news stories, they were actually revised once more accurate facts were received. It was nearly impossible to keep up with the myriad of negative headlines on the home pages, and if you didn't take the time to actually read the articles, some of them were sort of misleading (sensationalized, I guess). I'm not trying to diminish the magnitude of the disaster at all, I think the whole situation is tragic and sad; it just cheeses me because it seems so irresponsible. Something to mull over...
Wow, I didn't plan on going on a rant, but maybe these topics are related. I think the disaster thing made hanging out with the friends more special. Just thankful we have them, and we are all okay.
John is in Las Vegas right now (visiting his other family-LOL). For the first time ever, the thought of him getting on an airplane without me tugged at my heart. He's such a good travel buddy.
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