If Women Ruled the World :D

We've all heard the quote, "If women ruled the world there would be no more wars." Can't say that I agree entirely since woman are just as diverse as men, but in the spirit of passing on some levity; here are some amusing quotes that I found. Can't say I find them hysterical, but they did make me smile and even chuckle in a wry sort of way.

15 Hysterical Quotes: If Women Ruled the World

On a More Serious Note - News from Around the World

The following links provide a bit of reading about some of the more serious issues facing our world these days. Certainly not all issues are presented, but these are a few of the things that I tend to keep up with on a daily basis these days. Just lets you know that I'm not entirely self-absorbed. What it doesn't let you know is that I do spend a good deal of time seeking out the positive in life. Balance is key. Besides, with all the reports of bad news, I am working on not rolling over and just giving up. I am inspired by the people who continue to get up each day and struggle to change their worlds for the better while facing life threatening and life changing situations. Here's to the people fighting to make our world a better place; they are my heroes.

Japan PM: Radiation Leaking From Damaged Plant

Qadaffi Forces Start a Major Assault

The Zimbabwe Situation

Michigan Bill Would Impose "Financial Martial Law"

Wisconsin GOP Suspects Democrats Will Flee Again

On International Women's Day: The Good, Bad and Really Bad News

I didn't post yesterday because I spent three and a half hours visiting with an old friend. I think we both enjoyed the opportunity to spend some time together, vent and just hang out. We're both very busy parents with adult children. It was nice to reconnect and talk about "stuff" with someone my own age with similar experiences and views of our world. It was 11pm by the time I got home. I was hungry and tired, so naturally I ate and went to bed.

Today I've got another busy schedule, so I'm off to be responsible. Have a wonderful day in the face of adversity. Keep fighting the good fight. Peace be with you all.

27 - Make that 26 - More Posts to Go!

Just checked my numbers and found that this is post #339. We'll count this as Sunday's Post. In less than a month, I'll be done writing this blog the way it's been written for the past (almost) year. I think this is a very good thing. I've come to the conclusion that very few people are actually reading it, that it's visited mainly by bots; and that, I can do better with my writing time. All in all these are not bad conclusions. They are just conclusions that will lead me in a new direction. Actually, the best part of this blog is that I actually sit down and write something everyday for me. I am looking forward to April 7th, though. I'll have to do some thinking about everything that I've learned. Seems like it's just about time to start recapping this past year.

I've never kept a journal or diary, so this has been a first. It's also a good marker of what I can accomplish page-wise in a year's time should I decide to write something more substantial. Of course, seeing as this is free-form writing and not focused on one subject; it may not be a good indicator of what I could do if I sat down to write a few short stories, a book and/or a screenplay. I don't know. Maybe part of the process is just deciding to make the time every day to write something.

I'm babbling again. I do that. I'm feeling a bit scared, a bit confused, a bit ambivalent, and mostly sore because I've spent way too much time on the computer today.

I was researching how to start my first serious garden and our local political campaigns. I was also working on my video project. Of course, I played too many computer games, too. I did learn a lot, so it wasn't a waste of a day. I also got to talk to an old friend for almost an hour, and that was very, very nice.

My goal for Sunday is Sunday School, Yoga, T'ai Chi Chih, homework, laundry, cleaning and no computer. "Can she do it?" I guess we'll find out.

That's really about it. It's been a peaceful day. The clocks are set ahead for Daylight Savings Time. My thoughts have been in Wisconsin, Michigan, New Mexico, Japan, and right here in my own community.

There's a lot of troubling stuff going on in the world today. I suppose there's a lot of good stuff going on, too. Maybe it's not as bad as I perceive it to be, but maybe it's worse. I just don't know. There's a lot of change and turmoil.

I wonder what kind of world my granddaughters will grow up in. I wonder if there will be a world for them to grow up in. It's pretty bleak, yet it's been peaceful; and I feel rested.

Guess that's a good thing. I have a lot to do tomorrow.

Here's to better days for everyone in the world. Guess I'll focus on sending lots of positive energy everywhere. We all need lots of love and understanding these days.

Sweet dreams, Everyone. Hang in there and think good thoughts.

Happy Birthday, Roomie!

Today is my college roommate's birthday. Like other birthday tribute posts, this post is dedicated to my college roommate and the coincidence that brought us together; one of the best bits of coincidence to ever happen.

I could go on and on about about how wonderful my college roommate was and is, so I'll just try to stick to the main point; sometimes life brings someone into your life that you're not expecting who turns out to be a lifelong friend that you trust completely.

I'm a very lucky person to have this experience with my friend. She has always been a voice of reason; calming and reassuring. She's always had a wicked sense of humor. She is kind, smart and practical. She is the calm in the storm who has overcome a few obstacles and gone on to find the love of her life. She knows how to survive gracefully.

I am forever in her debt, though I'm sure she has no idea to what degree and all the reasons that I hold her in my heart forever. She's just better than anyone I imagined would walk into our dorm room that day. I'm a very lucky person because I got to live with her, travel with her, hang out with her, and keep in touch with her throughout all these years. I hope everyone has at least one friend like this in their lives.

:D

Yep. Today's been a pretty darn good day.

While not the #1 Best Part of Today, I'd have to say that meeting with my Digital Editing instructor was pretty awesome for a whole variety of reasons; but mainly that he is allowing me to use the Log House footage that I shot in 2003 instead of shooting new footage. We talked conceptual and practical ideas for my Flaneur piece, and I am happy again. You know how much easier it is to create when you're happy, right? Yeah, I'm over-the-moon happy with this development.

Other wonderful things happened today, too; but I'm going to leave a few in the percolator for a while. They're "works in progress."

I'll leave by simply saying that I had seven great in person and/or over the phone exchanges today. BB, SA and I just ended an hour of conversation covering film making, professors, ethics, sociology, the law and being a lawyer that had us rolling. Picture if you will.... Will Ferrell starring in the remake of "Citizen Kane." You have now envisioned SA's worst nightmare.

Big Girl huged and kissed me so many times today while she told me, "I missed you, MeeMa." She then ran off to get her shoes and socks saying, "I"m going to run fast like a potato!" She ran out of the room making BBBBbbbRRRRrrrrOOooooooMMMMmmmm sounds. Cracked GL and me up.

Little One had a huge smile for me today and is still so happy to be walking. I don't think I've ever seen a child happier to be walking. She's a hoot. My knee got a hug from her.

I had a very important phone call with GL, and while it might have been a little tense; progress has been made. Things will get better for everyone.

I also had a wonderful conversation with my mom and my brother about the whole Wisconsin debacle and more stuff. That was nice.

Oh, and big news is that I've decided to start Paralegal Studies in the Fall. I can have a Certificate in two to three semesters because I already have my Bachelor of Arts degree. It feels right. I'm excited. I think I can do some good and support myself doing this kind of work. Who knows, if it turns out really well; I may just go on to Law School. Here's hoping. Who woulda thunk it.

OK, so I ended up telling most everything. That didn't take long, and now it's time for ... wait for it ... "Perry Mason"! Duh. Sometimes I baffle myself with my obtuseness; how long did it take me to decide on Paralegal studies, and how much do I like "Perry Mason"?

OH! ... and I'd like to thank Governor Walker and the Wisconsin Senate Republicans, including Senator Schulz (who was the only dissenting vote) for finally pushing me over the edge of "madness", and making it abundantly clear that, "I'm mad, and I'm not going to take it any more!" I'm jumping into the fray on the side of right! I'm going to spend the rest of my life helping people with my knowledge of THE LAW. I really should go watch "Legally Blonde" now. :D

Erin Brockovich Testing Water in Hinkley - AGAIN!

Below is a link to the first news story that I clicked on today. Please take a moment to read it. Who knows what will be discovered this time.

Erin Brockovich Back in Hinkley Testing Water

Wouldn't it be nice if certain corporations and people obeyed the laws and didn't try to find a way around the laws that are set up to protect our health and safety? Greed really is a powerful force. Here's hoping ... for all of us. If there's anyone who thinks we need less government, maybe the focus should be on the private sector just obeying the laws and doing what's right for our people and environment.

You know, there's chromium in our area water, too. They say it's at safe levels, but who's to say that it will be in the future. Think of just one of the laws that has been introduced in the past month in Wisconsin regarding reducing the requirements and testing for Wisconsin waterways. Are these representatives for real?

Maybe it's all true. Maybe our representatives will line their pockets with money from and be hood-winked by people and corporations who are only out to serve themselves filled with short-term goals of immediate wealth. Whatever the case, I'm just sickened by this news and my heart goes out to the people of Hinkley, California.

... and since I just read this news, my heart goes out to the people in Wyoming, too. Pollution kills, People. Remember?

Wyoming Plagued by Big City Problem: Smog

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March 8, 2011

It is Tuesday. I skipped posting on Monday because I could; I was ahead of my posting goals.

I've entered into an experimental phase for my blog. I've deleted just under half of my Facebook friends, blocked a good many, and am seeing what this does to viewership on this blog. I am pretty certain that very few people are actually reading this thing and have a good idea why this has happened. I've also noted that the posts that have received the most hits either have to do with Thor Hushovd or one particular post titled, ":(." Having my Thor Hushovd posts read by "so many" makes me happy and tells me that cycling and Thor are good subjects for readership. I don't want to write about cycling all the time, though. The ":(" post is very, very short and cryptic. It must be a disappointment for those who read it.

Back to Monday. I was up at 5am and got home from school at around 8pm. I had a very, very full day. It was a good day. I ended my day with a great workout in Yoga and was feeling absolutely giddy. I didn't really want to put any effort into doing anything except being in the moment and enjoying the feelings of peace and joy, so I didn't.

My editing class is progressing, and I like this instructor. I'm meeting with him on Thurday to discuss my next project. I expect a productive meeting that will set me on my way.

I did get to spend some time with Big Girl and Little One on Monday, too. It's amazing what a person can learn from children if they're open to it. We all had a pretty good time.

BB and SA were hard at work on Monday finalizing a script for presentation today. I've got my fingers crossed and am thinking tons of good thoughts for this one.

Back to the deleting and blocking Facebook friends. I didn't do this with any malice. My Blocked List on Facebook is longer than my Friend List. Why? Well, obviously there are people from my past that I don't want knowing my business now. That premise has also influenced the posts on this blog and will be addressed at the end of the year of posting. I've got some interesting people on my Blocked List. I've outright lied to some about my continued presence on Facebook. I'm hoping that they will understand because "It's Just Facebook" and we do talk and see each other in Real Life. Sometimes I block people on Facebook if a situation arises that makes me unhappy or uncomfortable. I exercise my control over my own environment and eliminate the confusing from my Facebook Life. Oh, if only Real Life was that simple. Sometimes the people that I block or delete just get blocked or deleted through no fault of their own or malice on my part. I just do it. I'm not Facebook Friends with my children anymore. I'm only Facebook Friends with two cousins as far as Real Life Family members go. Well, maybe three in the US and a few more very distant cousins overseas. My Facebook Friends consist of mostly girlfriends from my past that live far away, their children, old High School acquaintances, one college classmate, and some people that I share interests with but have never met in person. My relationship with Facebook and Social Media is developing, and I'm taking it slow. I only have a little over fifty friends now after having over two hundred earlier in the year. Over two hundred "friends" is too many for me to "manage" through Social Networking. I can't imagine having over a thousand friends. Oh, and I have been deleted and blocked myself. Not shocking at all.

So if any of you reading this used to be a Facebook Friend and wonder why you aren't any longer; all I can tell you is that change is happening and maybe we had a great conversation in person last night.... or recently.... or I'm thinking loving thoughts for you and yours and will see or talk to you sometime sooner than later. Remember, "It's Only Facebook."

As for the rest of my life, remember, "It's really pretty boring and mundane." Thanks for reading this if you've taken the time, but it's not necessary. The blog in this form will be gone soon enough. I'll be spending my time doing other forms of writing. This has been a very successful, life-transforming experiment for me, so far. I'll go into that more as this thing winds down.

Take care, World. Peace.

Another Sunday School Session

Since I have to be up at "zero-dark-thirty" tomorrow morning, I'm going to make this short. I'm also exhausted and brain-dead, so there is a definite lack of imagination.

Went to the church job today. The church lady was nice, so I'll go back. My co-worker told me that "the church lady" asked her about my time card. "The church lady" didn't ask me about my hours on my time card. Why is the church lady asking my co-worker about my hours? We'll see how long I last at this one. Technically, three red flags have already flown high. I guess I'll see what next week brings. What the Hell.

After the church job, I went to Radio Shack to buy an eight hundred fire wire capture cord before heading up to school. I managed to buy a few other gadgets, too. Nothing major. DVDs were on sale, so I picked up fifty of them, too. Exciting, huh.

I managed to get a rough cut of my editing done thanks to BB's help. I'll have to revisit it tomorrow because I didn't know that a DVD had to be burned before ejecting it in order for the information to be saved. I am in Digital Pre-School. I need every obvious thing mentioned to me and then explained to me. Well, at least I got a rough cut that I'm happy with.

So that was my day. I'm going to head to bed. Tomorrow I'll be gone from around 6:30am until around 7:30pm. The more time I spend out of my home the better I feel.

Of course, I'll be missing seeing Big Girl and Little One, but I have to get used to that because unless something drastic happens I won't be seeing them very much in the future. Their parents don't want me to be alone with them "under the current circumstances." I have no clue what that means, and nobody is explaining it to me. I'm cutting myself off from the whole situation. I love Big Girl and Little One with all my heart, of course; but the current situation is so dysfunctional that I just can't be a part of it. I will continue to meditate, pray, think good thoughts, and all that for all of our futures. It's difficult, but maybe if I work very hard on it all; something will change for the better.

OUT!

It is 8:09am. I am hungry. I am home. I am going to eat breakfast and get on with my day. Too much to do in too little time. I'm already running late just like I figured that I would. I feel like the White Rabbit. That's all, Folks.

Post 331

Only thirty-four more posts to go after this one. That will wrap up my one year of writing something every day. Technically, I'm a couple ahead of the game, and I prefer it this way. I'm planning on doing a bit of analysis on what I've learned; the types of posts that got the most and least attention, my favorite posts and why, and probably the most important bit of learning for me would be what I got out of doing this experiment with regards to writing skills, content, personal transformation, and interpersonal relationships in both the professional and personal arenas. There's probably enough material to write another thirty-four posts just on that, but I also want to wrap up two series and comment about daily life at times, too. Looks like writing the last thirty-four shouldn't be a problem.

So far today:

I woke up to the morning news on the TV at around 5am.

I got up a while later after petting my constant companion, Ziggy.

I went to check my Internet stuff.

BB got up, made coffee, and hit the shower.

My alarm went off.

I turned off my alarm.

I am posting this post and drinking coffee.

My head is filled with loads of thoughts and ideas, but my leg hurts because I walked for about an hour yesterday. I've got a few ideas about how to handle the rest of my day, so I'll leave now and continue to work for positive change in my life and the lives of others. Sincerely.

JOY!

Dear Cuz,

You made me cry again this morning when you sent me that video. I wasn't expecting to see your brother front and center when I opened up the link. It's not often that people get thanked for making someone cry, so if I'm the first, "Here's to setting precedent."

Thank you for reminding me that it's a very special day for many people that I love. You've also made me smile and laugh as a result of your insight and kindness. You knew how much this would mean to me, didn't you.

Did you think that I'd be so awestruck by what you achieved in a few clicks of a mouse or taps and clicks by a couple fingers that I'd write to you? That one I don't know about.

Could I be getting you in trouble with my public expression of gratitude? If I might be getting you in trouble, let me share a bit of the back story for today. It is my hope that the joy that you gave me will outweigh any grumbles that might occur in your neck of the woods.

Before I do that, though, let me just say that the video was perfect and brilliant. The music choice was a surprise and appreciated. The pictures were great and wonderfully edited together. Inspirational to me because I'm headed to a weekend of editing and haven't been looking forward to it. I'm now feeling a little stoked thanks to the creator of that piece. Kudos to her.

As for your brother, who's birthday is today, and who's son's birthday is today; well, they're living even better lives than I dreamt that they would live. Please let them both know that I'm very happy for both of them. That's whenever you see them because I'd like you to give them a huge embarrassing hug in public, too. Kisses would be nice, too. A big, loud, "Happy Birthday!" would be much appreciated, too. If you want to share your letter, feel free.I don't know if they like to read, or not. I figure a good public expression of love from my emissary combined with your letter just might do something wonderful. If you don't want to make a fool of yourself on my behalf, please use your judgement as to how to convey my joy at their success and happiness. I trust you completely.

I've just called to find out how far away Big Girl, Little One, BB and GL are from the house. I've got about ten minutes to wrap this up. Sorry Cuz.... you deserve hours of accolades for who you are and what you've done in your life. I'm so proud to be your cousin. Thank you for keeping in touch with me. You bring such joy to my life. You personify joy to me.

Thank God for the day you entered the world. Love you forever and ever.

---> no time for back story. too much going on now, so later lady <---

Test

I've got a test today in Yoga, so this is it for today's post. Off to study.

"I'll Sleep When I'm Dead"

I've often heard people say, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." I've never embraced their sentiment. Seems silly to me. Seems counter-productive.

Sleep is important to health and happiness. We all know this. The studies have been done. So why the resistance? That's a rhetorical question that I have no desire to understand. I think it's stupid to deprive a body, mind and soul of such a beautiful part of life. I know people talk about doing stuff, creating things, being successful, and everything else that someone might do while awake; I just happen to appreciate my sleep and all the benefits that I gain from respecting this part of my life.

The biggest benefit of sleep for me is dreaming. Certainly being horizontal and relaxed for a good number of hours is beneficial, but it's those dreams that really make it for me. Whether my dreams are "good" or "bad", they are always informative and entertaining. I've learned quite a bit about myself through my dreams. For this reason, I consider my sleep time very productive time. Whether I wake up refreshed, or feel like I've been hit by a truck; I do awaken with some sort of sense of what is going on in my inner world. Many times the revelations are surprising. Many times the revelations are confirmation of what I already know. It doesn't matter.

I suppose my reaction to "Inception" was rather blase (add an accent over that e) because I've had the experience of dreaming through multiple levels. Have any of you ever done this? The link below is one take on Dream Levels.

Dream Levels by Diandra

This next link is the Wikipedia entry on Lucid Dreaming. It's very broad and includes things like False Awakening and Out-Of-Body experiences.

Lucid Dreams

While researching my dream experiences of "waking up" in one dream only to find that I'm still dreaming with a different dream scenario, I discovered terms like "hypnagogia", "hypnopompic", and "false awakening." All were very interesting, and I will leave it to you to do your own research should you feel so inclined.

So in parting, I am a dreamer. I do not think this is detrimental, nor do I think it is derogatory. We've all heard the cast off remark, "You're a dreamer" with the connotation that this is somehow counter-productive.

Could it be that sleep and dreams are their own reward that does not require someone to do something with them? Could sleep and dreams be our own little treat without any obligatory requirements to take action on what we've experienced in the most intimate setting that we can ever imagine? Dreams are the most intimate action we experience in our lifetime because they are communications from our self to our self. Think about it. One may believe that there are outside forces or consciousnesses that can communicate with us during a dream state, and I still offer that all of that is a part of our being. We are more than just our body and mind, after all.

The freedom and safety that can occur during a dream transforms our waking lives, if we let them. If we allow ourselves the same amount of freedom and safety while we are awake, we can love ourselves and others more fully.

It's all a part of the most important Yama, Ahimsa or Non-Violence, in Patanjali's "Eight Limbs of Yoga" in his "Yoga Sutra." If we are to "do no harm", we start by applying this practice to ourselves, thus allowing ourselves to encompass the entire world in loving thought and deed. You see, by criticizing myself or another person for not doing something with their dreams, I defile Ahimsa; and this is even to be accepted and chuckled about. Acceptance of self and life is an aspect of love, just like the dreams that deliver me from the confines of my mortal existence.

If you are interested in Patanjali's Yoga Sutra, I have included the Wikipedia link. The Eight Limbs are found about halfway down the page. They start with the five Yamas, continue with the five Niyamas and go from there.

Yoga Sutras of Patanjali

I've found that studying Yoga is very beneficial to me mentally, physically and spiritually. I am experiencing more peace than ever before in my life. It is also tied in with my love of all forms of dreaming, even the scary. Yoga is more than a physical practice; it is a mental and spiritual practice, as well. We all know that right? When I attained my DREAM of studying Yoga, I had no idea how sweet it would be. Actually doing the poses and breathing with the mindfulness that I had dreamt about is freeing me from doubt and self-loathing. Maybe it's because I "had" to wait so long. Maybe because it's just the right thing at the right time. All I know is that for the very first time, I am free to just dream and am not required to do anything with those dreams if I don't want to. I usually want to, but some are just beautiful experiences for me and nothing more. For the first time in my life I am enjoying just being me. I'm enjoying it so much that I'm standing up for my right to live my life the way I want to and not the way that anyone else may think that I should live my life which includes me and my expectations for myself. Deep relaxing, yogic, three-part breath, Everyone, and ...

Sweet dreams.

Topanga Days

Every year I watch the Oscars is different. I guess it is for everyone, but I, just like many, seem to have key memories related to where I was at the time. One time I was in a psych ward and heard Tim Robbins urge anyone who had been abused to seek help. I cried. I remember Dustin Hoffman taking his time to tell people that winning an Oscar was better than any drug. Gwyneth's pick dress was stunning as she cried during her acceptance speech. Listening to the armchair critics the next day, I was angered. I even heard voices when I read the critiques because everybody had to jump on that bandwagon. Of course, everyone jumped on Cuba Gooding Jr.'s exuberance, too. So many poignant, beautiful moments. I remember Marlon Brando sending up a beautiful Indian activist to accept his Oscar. I particularly remember how beautiful her dress was. I know she talked about injustices Native Americans were facing. The introduction of the word, "Native Americans" has become the norm, now. Growing up the proper term was "Indians."

In any case, I'm so glad that my friend took me to see "Black Swan" before seeing Natalie Portman accept her Oscar. What a role. What a film. See it. Even if you aren't a ballet fan, oh certain family members.

... and it doesn't matter that I haven't seen "The King's Speech" ... excuse me ... "I have a feeling my career has just peaked." ... "I'm afraid I have to warn you" ... and something about being a child phenom.... YEAH! HE WON! Hope he dances at the after parties.

The story that Tom Hooper, Director of "The King's Speech" told was a great story about his mom going to a play reading of "The King's Speech in Australia and calling him to tell him that she thought she'd found his next movie. Silly me, I want to write one of my son's movies or at least provide the story for him to base a screenplay off of. BB can knock out a script in a very short period of time if so inspired.

Picture of the Year - Best Picture - "The King's Speech."

At the beginning of tonight's broadcast, "my union crew" was thanked. I thought of the struggle in Wisconsin and around our nation. Remember, great work environments whether unionized or not, are created by the people in charge. The way they decide to run their business can make or break (pause) people.

Why have I always wanted to work in the film industry? For the times that I've seen it done right. I've had the good fortune to see it done right on a multi-million dollar set and on a no-budget theatre production. As many know, sometimes it's not about the hours or the pay, but when those hours are respected, and the human beings involved are taken care of and work just as hard as the next overcoming daily obstacles; beautiful things happen. When the pay is adequate and the working conditions are great, magic happens. When both are present, well, there's a bit of Heaven on Earth. Now just add horses and family, and you've got just one of Ron Howard's experiences.... and last time I heard him, he called, "Cut. Great job!"

So where do the lovely Topanga Days come in? Well, tonight during the Oscars, I was researching Masters Programs for Creative Writing. I'd been told that Northwestern's program was the best in the country, so I finally did a simple Google Search on "masters programs for creative writing"; Northwestern's program popped up above all the annoying clearing house sites. They've got a good Web Designer. "Topanga Days" is one working title I thought of after I read about the portfolio requirements. It's a broad themed piece all about family and friends during the 1980's in Topanga Canyon and Los Angeles. Struggling "wannabes", afternoon tea, punk high schoolers playing football in the streets, the movie industry, Dudley Moore and Kate (Capshaw) Spielberg make quick appearances, so many toddles that the likelihood that this could actually be made into a movie are slim; yet, the possibilities exist. As short as a story about Zimbabwean tea attended by a Zimbabwean, of course, an Australian, and an American and their children to as long as a story within a story about a group of "former film wannabes" brought back together again to make a movie because the money and creative freedom is too good to pass up; kinda a "That Championship Season" meets "Animal House" meets "General Hospital" on the set kinda thing stealing from Shakespeare, of course, and a bit of "Inception." Whoa. Well, at least I get that comparison as translated to creative non-fiction. I'm thinking a few friends from around the globe might get it or at least be interested, if they read this. Hmmm? LOL

Yeah, yeah. I'm giving in to my sarcasm and "negativity", or is it just facing the reality that if I don't send this post to just about everyone that I want to read this, that the right people won't read it.

I've learned a lot during this time of blogging. I've been tainted by my experiences. I've doubted family, friends and the world during this past ten months as a result of writing this thing. I've regained confidence and bolstered myself. Apparently, I've smoked two cigarettes at the same time while writing this blog. That's a new one.

So, the TV is off because BB has to get some sleep before helping GL tomorrow. I've decided that whatever homework I've got to do will go undone. I've survived another day and dreamed again.

I'm already missing them. Time to check online to relive a few Oscar speeches and see if anyone is streaming the after party stuff Live. Yes, the Oscars are my Superbowl. Every year I get inspired. It may soon die. I may not this time.

"My father always told me that I'd be a late bloomer," said David Siedler, writer of "The King's Speech" screenplay and winner of The Best Original Screenplay of 2011.

"Mom, I forgive you for saying, 'Never put anything in writing" because you said, "Just write the damn children's book already." Not only do I forgive you; you are my inspiration along with so many other fantastically strong, intelligent, and giving women that I've had the good fortune to know during my lifetime. Remembering Kaylynn's last name set me free, and I am forever in your debt. I understand why you didn't write it down. I understand so much more than I've been able to tell you like how important you were and are to me because you gave me the courage and the heart to go out into the world and meet all these amazing people and survive the bad times and guys. You and Dad were adement about giving me wings to fly, and you've survived all the worries of my flights and rejoiced in my stories. Your sense of humor is phenominal, and I'm so glad that I share it with you. I find that you have influenced my choices in female friends, particularily, more than you will ever know. You do know that when I meet someone who supports me for who I am that I am carrying you in my heart and letting it guide me whether I realize it or not. We realize many things as we get older, and I'm just grateful that I can trace the path back to you and my grandmothers for giving me what I consider one of my greatest gifts; the freedom to live my life and enjoy it. Are you surprised, Mom? Nah, I didn't think so. It's nice to hear, though, right? OK, so I've had a few glasses of wine... what? I know the truth. Gees. These women I've had a chance to meet and get to know over the years are intelligent, loving characters that you would and have enjoy meeting. I love you, Mom.

OK, so another Oscar night is almost over. The candles will stay lit all night. MeeMa will probably be hung over in the morning, but here's hoping that she isn't. The Nike "Breast Cancer Awareness" tennies are pretty darn good. My back hurts, and I don't want to go to bed. I've spent this one alone, yet productive and focused on my dreams. For one night out of each year, I am guaranteed a night of absolutely perfect dreaming. That's quite a thing in this life. Now, look at Randy Newman; sixteen times nominated before he won an Oscar, and tonight he made us laugh. Kudos to Kirk Douglas, too. Here's to all those with artistic souls. I know the lower end of the scale and haven't given up, yet. Besides, as my dad always said, "I think of the most amazing things when I'm mowing the lawn. Don't you?"

Here's to dreams whether they're had during the day or the night with your eyes wide open or shut; they're a pretty awesome part of life.

Peace.

Sunday School

This is Sunday's post. I will be busy all day with "Sunday School." First I go take care of kiddies at a church during their service; and then, I come home and study, study, study.

Oh, and whoever said that things don't make you happy was and is wrong. I just did a bit of shopping for school and home, and I'm thrilled. I finally got my yoga mat, blocks and strap. Notebooks and folders were on sale for seventy-five cents, so I am now stocked with three different sets of notebooks and matching folders; two "Alice in Wonderland" with Johnny Depp and the Cheshire Cat, three kinda batiky hard covered notebooks, and three sparkly folder-over-the-top notebooks in red, green and blue that go with the folders with Peace Signs and Love plastered all over them. A periwinkle blue Danskin hoodie was on sale for five dollars, so that came home with me, too. We're the proud and happy owners of four new, plastic, travel mugs without handles; but still awesome and desperately needed. Ziggy and Sammy are happy that food and treats were purchased. Getting a pair of Reebok workout pants for under ten dollars started out my shopping venture. No yarn was procured, but standing in the aisle looking at all the different kinds while thinking of planned projects gave me a bit of a chance to do some design work on the fly. While no bras made it home with me, my correct size is pretty much established; it's off to a professional for these items. Buying base before I rand out was a coupe. Finally, the most sentimental purchase; two replacement blankies in a soft, light blue and deep, sage green came home with me. sigh I feel like a Junior High kid, again; 'cept this time I've got a serious caffeine dependency problem besides the nicotine and chocolate. No chocolate, ciggies or caffeinated stuff was purchased.

I'm taking my Diet A & W Rootbeer and headed to bed. Sunday School is in session.

Seeing Through the Fog

I've already sent this request to a number of friends and thought I could "multi-task" by posting it here as well.


Seeing Through the Fog

Hello Friends.

I don't expect to get a response to this post, but if you feel so inclined; your input is greatly appreciated.

I've volunteered to do a series of articles focused on "Putting a Face" on mental health issues for a local NAMI chapter's website. The aim is to reduce the stigma associated with being diagnosed or having a family member or friend who is diagnosed with a mental illness. My scope is to talk to working mental health professionals, teachers, students, adults of all ages, and legal professionals to mention just a few other perspective interviewees. I want to formulate 5 questions and then have an open-ended conversation with each interviewee.

I'm asking for question suggestions and volunteer interviewees that I can practice with. I'm going to "interview" myself, first. I have to test out how I feel about coming forward and what I want to say with regards to "everything."

If you wish to remain anonymous, just send me a message with whatever you wish to say. I will keep your identity confidential and welcome the input. By now you should know how much I value collaboration. I'll be happy to credit you if you wish or let your identity remain unknown in the published interviews regarding questions and any information or stories that you have to offer.

Two events prompted this project: Ron Artest "came out of the closet" in a big way and Jared Loughner's shooting spree in Arizona. Ron Artest just spoke at a Congressional briefing about funding for programs that would help with early detection of mental health issues in school age children. The information about Jared Loughner's life continues to flow on the Internet; both his present and recent past. I have not taken the time to read the articles, but it appears that he has legal counsel, has new mug shots, and shot into a crowd at his school prior to shooting people in the parking lot. Multiple concerns and general thoughts filled my head and heart as I processed these two events because I always liked Ron Artest for some strange reason that I still haven't defined, and the reactions to Jared Loughner struck home, considering my background. I just kept thinking about their humanity and what could've been done earlier to help them; thus, preventing some of the pain and suffering that each has experienced and inflicted during their lifetimes.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I look forward to your responses. Take good care of yourselves, and I'll do the same.

Sincerely,

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I'm grouchy. Lots of little things invaded my life, and the temporary result is grouchiness. sigh

I'm tired of writing about me. I've lost readers. I doubt my ability to write. I'm sick of going grocery shopping and not being able to use my food stamps discretely. I'm frustrated with being nervous so often to the point where I shake. I'm bored with keeping the house clean. I'm so disgusted with the political gamesmanship going on in Wisconsin. I'm so NOT surprised to read that Robert Mugabe is ready to offer Muammar Gaddafi asylum in Zimbabwe; and that, Mugabe dispatched commandos to Libya to protect Gaddafi and his supporters. Mostly, I'm fed up with being fed up.

I do apologize. Nobody likes to read a negative post. I can't say that I enjoy writing one. I have given in to my emotional state relinquishing all creativity to some black hole located somewhere in an alternative universe.

I really can't wait til April 7th. That will be post #365. I will have completed my one year commitment to this blog and probably be done with it. We'll see what I learned about going forward at that time.

Until then I'm stuck doing this. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

here - have a poem - "peace full"

peace full

when all the lights are off
and night is settling in
the quiet overtakes me
peace is present again

soothing heart beat
takes me away
o'er a soft path
to the end of my day

calming breath
in and out
eyes close
erasing doubt

when the lights are off
and night is settled in
quietly i rise
to heaven again

Yeah, yeah. I know.

It is late. I am missing "Perry Mason." Yoga and T'ai Chi Chih were wonderful tonight. Is there really anything else to say? Yes, there is. I'll get to be home to see my family tomorrow. T

here's one more thing to mention; People, who are working to protect workers' rights and more in Wisconsin, around the USA and around the World, keep it up! Your sacrifice and effort are worth it! You are appreciated and admired.

That's it, Folks. My life is simply too mundane to report anything of significance, except that it's strange that since one of my Norwegian cousins left for Australia that now there are a ton of people from Australia checking out my blog, or more bots. I've completely lost my Norwegian readership this week.

Starting to think that very few are reading this any more. Well, I didn't start out writing it to gain readership. I started out writing it as an exercise for myself. Guess I'm meeting that goal, too. I'll have to do some thinking on this one. Always good to check the ego in any situation.

OK, now it's good night. Peace be with you.