just a thought

oy!

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Warren and I leave each other notes. He’s on a night shift and will come by my house (he lives a block away) and leave a note on my car. Sometimes they crack me up, sometimes they make me smile. The most important thing, though, is that they make me care about him for thinking of me.

This morning I was driving to work and on the side of the road, I spotted a raven. Normally, this would be no big deal. There are multitudes of ravens here and you see one every few feet, it seems like. This morning, though, not 3 feet from this raven, was a tiny grey kitten.

The raven looked hungry.

I swung my car around and stopped in the center lane (I live in a rural area and stopping in the center lane at 6:30 in the morning means I won’t see anyone). Weirdly enough, though, a woman was biking by and stopped also. We both ran over to the side of the road to get the kitten. She asked if I would take it to someone. I agreed. Heck, it was a cute kitten and I knew I’d find someone to love it.

However, I tried to catch the kitten and it hissed and ran from me. I tried to get to it quietly by calling it. It meowed louder. We tried to corral it so we could grab it. This little cat packed such a punch that it made both of us back off.

The kitten bounded into the forest where we couldn’t see it anymore.

I’m guessing it was one of the many cats that has become feral because of inconsiderate cat owners who allow their cats to run wild, procreating, and creating huge hordes of feral cats that roam our forests and town.

It makes me angry that people are so irresponsible and sad for cats who have to live that existence. And now I have the vision of this little kitten who may or may not survive and there was nothing I could do to help it.

Pilates are cool. You feel like you’re working out but it feels really good. —Until the next morning. I feel SO sore this morning. It’s a good sore and I’ll go back again during lunch today…but my gosh, I don’t think I’ve worked some of those muscle groups EVER.

damaged goods?

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I remember reading a book (of course, heh!) by Josephine Hart, Damage (also later a movie with Jeremy Irons in it), and thinking that when they discuss the young woman and she says she’s damaged goods, that was me.  I am damaged goods.  Too many hurts (like everyone), too many bad choices, too much…just too much

I’ve gotten better at dealing with my trigger spots being hit, though. Yesterday, I was helping one of the support staff with her computer issues. When I was done, she started “play-punching” me and “play-slapping” me on my face. I asked her to please stop in a very calm voice (which belied how crazy that made me feel). She looked at me as I scurried around the corner of her desk to be out of range. “I’m just playing with you,” she said.

I don’t like being hit in that way, in play or not, I responded.

She was hurt. I don’t know why but she was. She asked me if I had been abused as a child. I said, not really, no. I had been as an adult.

This was all quite personal, I thought, of a co-worker to be asking me.

She said she would be careful not to touch me in the future, then, no hugs, nothing. I told her that hugs were not the same as hitting…especially my face, my head, or my shoulders/arms area. She asked about pats on the back.

We were getting quite specific about all of this…and it worries me. Do I project something I shouldn’t? I merely asked her not to hit me.

I hope I’m becoming stronger, less of a victim.  I can’t say that’s true for me, though. I have walked into one abusive relationship after another. They are all different…the early ones were physically abusive…the latter have been emotionally abusive…but I stay (this does NOT include my current relationship. It does feel different.).

Therapy doesn’t hurt, either…it’s helping me get through a lot of stuff and pick better men.

What I wonder, though, is that aren’t we all “damaged” in some way or another?  Don’t we all come, especially as we age, to relationships with some sort of baggage? 

If we don’t, have we really lived

shampoo

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My shampoo states this unequivocally:

“Congratulations! You are perfectly normal!”

It doesn’t state that my HAIR is perfectly normal.  It says that I am.  How do they know?  I mean…what is normal, anyway? 

http://www.webster.com defines normal as these things:

Main Entry: 1nor·mal

Pronunciation: 'nor-m&l
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin normalis, from norma
Date: circa 1696
1 : PERPENDICULAR; especially : perpendicular to a tangent at a point of tangency
2 a : according with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, or principle b : conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern
3 : occurring naturally <normal immunity>
4 a : of, relating to, or characterized by average intelligence or development b : free from mental disorder : SANE
5 a of a solution : having a concentration of one gram equivalent of solute per liter b : containing neither basic hydroxyl nor acid hydrogen <normal silver phosphate> c : not associated <normal molecules> d : having a straight-chain structure <normal pentane> <normal butyl alcohol>
6 of a subgroup : having the property that every coset produced by operating on the left by a given element is equal to the coset produced by operating on the right by the same element
7 : relating to, involving, or being a normal curve or normal distribution <normal approximation to the binomial distribution>
8 of a matrix : having the property of commutativity under multiplication by the transpose of the matrix each of whose elements is a conjugate complex number with respect to the corresponding element of the given matrix
synonym see REGULAR
- nor·mal·i·ty /nor-'ma-l&-tE/ noun
- nor·mal·ly /'nor-m&-lE/ adverb

My goodness…so, am I perpendicular to a tangent, not deviated (heh!), average, etc., etc., etc.???

My mother has said that I’m eccentric.

Main Entry: 1ec·cen·tric
Pronunciation: ik-'sen-trik, ek-
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Medieval Latin eccentricus, from Greek ekkentros, from ex out of + kentron center
Date: circa 1630
1 a : deviating from an established or usual pattern or style b : deviating from conventional or accepted usage or conduct especially in odd or whimsical ways
2 a : deviating from a circular path; especially : ELLIPTICAL 1 eccentric orbit> b : located elsewhere than at the geometrical center; also : having the axis or support so located eccentric wheel>
synonym see STRANGE
- ec·cen·tri·cal·ly /-tri-k(&lE/ adverb

Ok…so, now I’m confused.  Which is it?  Why do I have to be labeled?  Why can’t I just be ME?  What is wrong with being ME, anyway? 

I admit it.  I’m different.  I cherish that difference.  I like that I’m not exactly the same as everyone else.  Then again, who is?  I’m sure, dear reader, that you’re saying the same thing.  I’m different, too.  I’m not the same as everyone else.

Life is confusing enough without labels.  We label food (organic, genetically-altered, The Real Thing, The Choice of a New Generation).  We label ourselves through cars.  Drive a Porsche and you’ll be popular beyond your dreams.  Drive a Yugo and you’ll be lucky if anyone notices you.  We define our skin with colors that don’t even really match our skin colors:  red, yellow, black, white.  My eyes aren’t REALLY blue…they are a mix-match of all kinds of different colors that look blue in certain light and greyish in others and, yet, again, somewhat green in others.  Does that make them hazel?  What color is hazel, anyway???   I don’t wear designer clothes, don’t put on that model-perfect makeup (don’t wear any at all, thank you very much), don’t have the town’s top stylist do my hair (what’s wrong with going out with it wet?  Who is it bothering???).

My shampoo says that I’m perfectly normal.

Should I be excited about that?

quote of the day

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Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where the gun begins. – Ayn Rand

quote of the day

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“I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.”

~Orson Welles~

southern arizona

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photo by dr. plim

A few years ago I went on a journey. I had a friend that was working at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument in one of the southernmost parts of Arizona. I went there to visit him.

He took me to some of the most amazing places. There was one point in the trip where we were walking along gulleys to catch a glimpse of the infamous javelina and wandered upon a quail family. We would count the arms of the organ pipe cactus and see who could find the one with the most arms. We slept under the stars and imagined the giant saguaros dancing to the soft sounds of the desert beneath a giant summer moon.

We crossed the border to buy supplies in Mexico, where the nearest store happened to be in that area. We had sweet, cool sodas from the coolers that tasted better than anything I had tasted before.

We traveled through Why and onto the Tohono O’odham Indian Reservation where I had some of the BEST Mexican food ever.

We mosied through the reservation towards Kitt Peak. This observatory is situated at the top of a mountain and overlooks everything. It is amazing.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget that trip. It was a complete journey…spiritual, physical, and emotional.

miscellany

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I think my moods are in sync with the weather lately. One day everything is bright and sunny and the next it is overcast. I am vacillating between being cheerful without a care in the world to being completely melancholy. And I don’t even know why. However, whenever the clouds move in, I just feel the cloud descending over me as well.

Did doctors bleed patients for melancholy in the 1800s? Would that help?

There is too much going on around here. We have a team of inspectors coming in to make sure we’re up to grade for accreditation. I’ve got at least one meeting a day. I’m waiting on one person to fix a part of her database so that I can work on my part of the database.

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I’m tired of hearing about people killing one another for reasons that are so varied and difficult to fix that there seems to be no way to end it.

I am also so tired of the polarized views that people take over the middle east. It’s so easy to judge from outside of the area. But there are real people on both sides…many of whom are not involved in terrorism – state-sponsored or otherwise…and they are the ones being caught in the cross-fire.

Can peace come from people who’ve been born and raised within a time of hate and rascism? Who’ve been taught to hate and uphold the status quo? Is it possible?

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I put scented candles on a cup warmer in my office to make it smell nice. It’s better than having an open fire in a public building and it really creates nice scents. My favorites, lately, are those from Gold Canyon Candle Co. in Mesa, Arizona. They have the best scents. Right now, I’m smelling Berries Jubilee. Yesterday, I had Mango. I like the fruity smells.

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My niece, who is 3, has been away for nearly a week. My mom and sister (not her mom) took her to California to visit other family members. My brother (her dad) and I are lamenting about how much we miss her. She’s the cutest little redhead. She just makes me smile. I love that.

whew!

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Less whining today. Thanks for letting me whine and vent yesterday. I needed to just get it out.

I’ll be writing in a bit…I just wanted to say the above first.

truth in latin

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Ad Astra Per Aspera
To the stars through thorns

Is this how we live? Is there truth in this statement? Do we have to work our way through the thorns in order to get to the stars?

Once again, I’m finding a hard time making absolute statements. I mean, while this can be true for one moment, one situation, is it always true? Of course not. Some things in life are a struggle. Sometimes we like having the struggle to reach that ultimate goal. Other times, things will come easily to us and we’ll think we’re blessed and others will think we’re extremely lucky.

I think life is a complete balancing act and sometimes that act is not in our control.

The imagery is nice…reaching for those stars through the thorns. The reality, though, is questionable.

new entries

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I have put in some entries that I’ve been holding back. I thought that it was silly not to have my writings up here.

Hopefully, I won’t be as shy in the future.

If anyone reads this, I hope they enjoy!

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