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Category Archives: thought
and all of a sudden it was not a good day
Today was a good day at work, enough to do not toget bored, free potluck, and a quiet afternoon. After work I picked up some baby gifts for my wonderful well deserving Mom-to-be friend 1.0 dropped those off and headed home. And then the suprise bad day hit me. Planning on getting pizza with the working late OtherJ I thought of the money hidden in the kitchen. Grandma used to send money in whatever holiday card she would send us. We would keep it hidden away for special occations going to dinner or out to the movies. With her gone I only have a little left hidden, if I use it … its gone. I think I’ll have to relocate it upstairs to hide in the hippo bank where I can forget about it for a while. And now I’m thinking about the cards that won’t show up anywmore. Last year she was the onlyone who sent us birthday cards. Since we’re older its not a big deal, but when there is only one its kinda special. This year is going to be hard. With all the wonderful things that are scheduled to happen part of me is bitter and broken up and just angry. And all of a sudden it was not a good day. I hope we have good whiskey in the house.
Beacuse this sounded brilliant
looking forward
The matriarch of my family died the day after Valentines Day. She was 87. She raised 5 of her own children. 3 of her grandchildren (at least) and was super involved in the lives of the rest of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She was our glue. She was one of the reasons we were having our wedding in Michigan. Not having her around sucks. ( straight out of my aunt’s mouth)
We drove 12 hours on the 13th to be with her. Spent all day on the 14th at the hospital. Woke up early on the 15th to stay with her on “Granny watch” because she’s been known to punch a nurse or two and get up to go find people if she couldn’t see or hear them from her bed. Gram played basketball with my sister and I when we were little. She collected salt and pepper shakers because they always came in pairs. She was married in a light blue dress in a preachers living room a day after meeting Grandpa in 1945. They were married 67 years. We wore red to her memorial service because it was her favorite color. During the awful long memorial service we joked that we were glad she didn’t have her hearing aids in because she would have walked to walk out by now. Other than the devastating reality of why we visited, it was a fantastic family visit.
We left saying at least the next time we saw everyone it would be for a good reason. We would be in MI to get married with all our family and some friends. I’ll be wearing the necklace that she handed down to me when I turned 16. I will not have a memorial table set out, because us just being all together would have been enough. (Gram would have been creeped out by it anyway.) I will want salt and pepper shakers to start off my own collection. And I will start off married life with a stellar example to follow.
Protected: Coward
Protected: Insignificant
oh the sillyness
My new found obsession is weddings… and on one forum this make me damn angry to read “…cliché stag party, with everything that can happen when you’re intoxicated (and everyone knows you do stuff when you’re drunk you would never do sober…).”
No no no… no. They are the same things, you just blame them on being drunk. It impairs judgement, but you would have still had that thought sober. Hell you may haven even done it, but found a better way to cover it up. Don’t be that stupid. If your SO cheats on you at his bachelor party its not because he’s drunk. If he gets arrested because he came on to a stripper too strong, it is not because he is drunk. Don’t be stupid.
Speaking of bachelor parties… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bachelor_party :
A bachelor party (Canada, South Africa and the US), also known as a stag party, stag night or stag do (especially in Commonwealth countries and Ireland), a bull’s party (South Africa), or a buck’s party or buck’s night (Australia), is a party held for a man shortly before he enters marriage, to celebrate his “last night of freedom” or merely to spend time with his male friends, who are often at his wedding party afterwards. A bachelor party is usually planned by the best man or other friends of the groom, occasionally, with the assistance of a bachelor party planning company.
…Increasingly, bachelor parties have come to symbolize the last time when the groom is free of the influence of his new wife.
HAHAHA, really please work on your relationship if this is what your bachelor party represents. IF they had said something about the increased feeling of responsibility of having a “new” family then that would be less stupid and far more logical. Maybe its because we already live together and for the most part in daily life function as a family already and the level of influence over each others lives may increase a bit, but we are not currently free of influence over each others lives… at all. That’s just silly. Hell, even my friend who did not move out into her husband’s house until they were married had more influence over her husband’s life than that article would suggest.
Dear otherJ: If you are thrown a bachelor party (or similar event) by your friends, please go see boobs if you want, or sit and play video games with a bottle of whiskey. Have fun, don’t get arrested or killed, and I cannot drag you up the stairs if you pass out somewhere random – so try not to.
past lives
I had a good long talk with a friend last night about past lives. Not the reincarnation kind, but the kind before now. For example, even at my age when I was 18-20 seems like another life and really another me. Which seems normal and comfortable as my life evolves. I thought long and hard today about uploading old livejournal entries that I’ve had since i was 16 onto this domain. That is 10 years of my life documented. The good, the bad, the inane and the oh my god what were you thinking, potentially all in one place. I decided against it. It is a past life. Those years were parts of wonderful and parts of horrible like any young adult life. But my evolution has passed that stage. Even within the last 5 years then and now seem like two different people.
We’re not done (the royal we), but it has been a fun ride so far. Right now I have someone in my life that urges me to try new things and go new places and grounds me to the planet so I am a nicer person. I am a much calmer and sillier person. I am grateful for him. I want to be better. I think about grad school all the time. Law school (intellectual property law specifically), parks and rec, religion, history, mba… all sorts of insane things. I can’t decide right now (not to mention I don’t have the funding right now) and I’m really ok with that. I don’t want to go back to school unless I have a clue what I want to do with my life/next 5 years. I think about starting a hippy business and selling his pictures to people who love our scenery. I think about working from home some days because at least I’d save money on gas and could work in my jammies. I think about the rest of my life and see… nothing… like a blank canvas. Its scary and overwhelming and inspirational. Just waiting to be painted all over.
I’ll be visiting aspects of my past lives in a few weeks. I’m excited to see old friends and how they’ve evolved. I’m excited to know how far we’ve come from all our teenage drama. We’re real adults now. Scary.
I disagree
This bothered me… I originally posted something in this facebook thread, but deleted it, because really it is not my facebook so i did not want to debate the concept… however this is my site and i can say what i want to here…
Friend: A boy writes God a letter, ‘DEAR GOD, WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN IN OUR SCHOOLS?’ God replies, ‘DEAR SON, I’M NOT ALLOWED IN YOUR SCHOOLS.’ Re-post if you agree
Friend’s Friend Awesome
Friend: I love it. So true. That moment of silence they do here is fine…. but not the same. We used to always pray before games…. why was that okay but not in actual school?
1) It wasn’t “ok” then either. It’s never fucking been ok. Because it was school sponsored event and it was school employees that makes it sure as hell not “ok”. It can be argued, if the person who started it was not actually employed by the school that it does not violate #2.
2) SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE, prayer has no place in public school, period. Public schools are a government sponsored institution, therefore anyone representing said institution should not mention anything religious while on duty for said institution. Were they outside of school, on any other day paying with students, cool. Were they teaching a sunday school class with the football team in attendance, rock on. A football game is a school sponsored event and if you are being paid by that school it is not your place to bring up anything religious. End of story.
Thomas Jefferson —
Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely between Man & his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, & not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should “make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof,” thus building a wall of separation between Church & State.
But attorneys for Greenwood Schools told us students actually voted on the prayer issue and decided in favor of it which amounts to freedom of speech.
“The school did not endorse religion! It hasn’t coerced anyone. It hasn’t done anything wrong! It’s merely giving students a forum for which they can seek and express their own viewpoints,” said Attorney Judy Woods.
But Judge Sarah Evans Barker challenged Woods argument suggesting that prayer still has a suggestion of deity and that the very school ballot suggested recognition, invitation or encouragement of prayer by the school corporation.
Video Here of the speech from the Valedictorian who brought on the lawsuit.
3) Sometimes I wonder if people have ever actually be the ones who sit down for the pledge of allegiance, the ones who cannot or chose not to participate. Have they ever sat there and thought about what is actually being said?
Every morning, when I taught, the class stood and said the Pledge of Allegiance after the morning announcements. I didn’t. I would finish anything I had to do in the mornings. Once one of the girls asked me why. I told her honestly, I don’t believe that “under God” should be in the pledge of allegiance, because it excludes so many people, because it was not written that way, and it is unconstitutional. This was one of the girls who participated in the Day of Silence. She stood there and thought for a second, and brought up a couple questions and went away thinking. Some days after that she stood and some she didn’t, but she thought about why she stood.
4) There are so many out there that are good without god why should one belief get all the credit. There are so many who are horrible with god why should one belief get all the blame.
Dear God,
You may not be allowed in schools, but that doesn’t stop you from getting in there and everywhere else. Don’t blame your short comings on other people. If you really existed you’d really be in the hearts of more people. And please stop taking the credit for good people with free will.
No love,
me.
New Year

List of things I would like to do this year.
Cook more, like really cook, not just make something. Maybe actually create something.
Go on a vacation. We’re going to LV for a wedding and I would love to make it a full vacation. Grand Canyon and all. (I will need a bunny sitter for a week this summer)
Buy some real adult furniture – a couch, some nightstands and some bookshelfs
Save up for a new car – I think mine is on its last legs.
Rearrange the living room
Go visit my grandparents
Go to the beer/wine/art gallery down town and find new things to drink. -it’s within walking distance 🙂
Camp on the beach again maybe when it’s warm enough to swim.
Enjoy hiking more, even when the up part is killing me.
Find a way to not let the up parts kill me
Wear my hat

