I have never been married. someone’s been going around saying I’m divorced. Can’t be divorced if you’ve never been married. Just sayin’.
Or don’t.
That person is (fill in the blank).
I am (fill in the blank).
Do it, if you like that sort of thing. Doing nothing is another option. Choose what you like. Don’t choose what you don’t like.
How difficult is it to discern what is likeable and what is repulsive?
Laughter. Sunlight. Flower petals. Spoilt milk. Whining. Mold.
Not everything is so clear, not everything is black and white. but I’m certain the right choice will always present itself. No fooling!
Bullies are wooly
They are not funny
Bullies are big and fat and mean
They do not smile
Bullies write you mean notes
They eat messy food in bed and wipe it on the blanket
Bullies are smelly
They pick at sores and scabs and wipe it on you
Bullies break things
Bullies don’t take care of things
Bullies yell at you
They don’t know how to be nice
They only care about themselves
They are greedy
They are nasty
They blame it on you
when someone takes drugs it can get bad fast. i think about babies eating candy. not good. and we’re all little kids still.
someone was talking about how they got drugs. crossing county lines to go to different doctors. paying for 20- or 30-pill prescriptions. paying for therapy to back up their claim to the doctor. going to urgent care facilities. getting people in other places to send drugs. using their last credit card.
paying to keep playing a game. playing. paying.
this person said, “i know i will die if i keep doing this.”
this person’s experiences sounded so much like someone i knew that it scared the shit out of me. one reason it scared me was because i co-signed the bullshit. for years. at least three years.
drugs, baby. drug babies. i am pretty sure that a person uses what their role model or parent uses.
i am not snow white made of virgin silk, untarnished silver, melt in the rain marshmallows, wool spun by angels. far from it. but i am not a drug baby.
so in regards to this person, the one i know. whatever they say or do that is spiteful and hateful toward me, i still hope good things for them, and i hope they don’t die.
Oh goodness this stuff is good! Why did I not discover it til today? I love the fruity fizzy chill.
A friend was just talking about their job. No raises for three years, no company calendar, no overtime, no more money to go around.
One part of my brain screams: “I’ll gladly swap jobs with you!” How I think I would love to be back in that business again.
Another says I have it pretty good right now. Money-wise, it is pretty tight. Way under the poverty line. I’ve been sickypoo achy, sniffly sneezy and upside-down since Monday and I’ve only left my house once since tuesday. I finished up a tough semester at school and will have to redo a particularly difficult class.
It is so much easier to complain about things I have no control over.
But that gets boring after awhile. I’d rather be happy about what I have than piss and moan about what I don’t!
What a change in perspective that is. I’ve learned a lot in 11 months, and through living on my own.
I’ve got more expenses, less free time and less disposable income, I have a much richer life.
Trimming the fat has never killed me….even when there seems to be no fat left to trim.
I like to remind myself, what’s important isn’t so much what I have but what I do with it.
Something greater than me in the universe is taking care of me. Thank goodness, cause I know I can’t do it all myself!
Thinking about the example of the “cheap” company with no money for calendars. Wow, I get to work at a job that pays me every month, and I get to do something that is rewarding and which I’m skilled at. I have great coworkers and a wonderful boss and management team. I am going to get a box of new business cards, and I just received a calendar for 2010.
I get to have caring, loving relationships with friends and family. I’m learning how to truly relate to others. we support each other in achieving success. we respect each other.
I have water and food. I have a safe place to live. There is public transportation, and because I am enrolled in college courses, I ride for very low cost.
being able to enroll at college is amazing, and I get to choose the classes.
I have the opportunity to take care of myself and what I need.
I can keep in contact with people who are far away, as often and frequently as we choose!
This morning I woke up to the clock radio, hearing two local musicians playing in the studio.
Next week I’m planning to travel to another state and spend christmas with my family. So much to be grateful for!
I dreamt about a phone call and woke up thinking about how to spell certain words. In my dream, a friend emailed me a list of reasons we are friends, for my birthday I think. I have just walked through a JCPenney that looks more like a hotel which is going out of business and all but the toy room, spa and the Shiseido counter are sold out. So I take the white, glow-in-the-dark Transformer. Old school with the original packaging. The same friend who just emailed me that important letter is looking for a place to live and then I had to decide whether I would just let them vent or help with suggestions.
Dream > dreamt
Spill > spilt
Spend > spent
Send > sent
End > ent???
I feel like I’m being pulled in that time zone where it is three hours earlier than it is here.
Been learning about being present in each moment, and it is 1 o’clock now but feels earlier somehow. Well, people in Hawaii are going to sleep. Maybe I should, too.
That’s all.
My friend I. calls milk “udder pus.” So I took it a step further to call anything more solid, “fermented” or “cured” or “aged” udder pus.
I haven’t been in the dairy mood since then… A few months back. I’ve had milk chocolate, pancakes, eggs, cake, and other items where the milk is mixed in and then cooked. And I’ve had ice cream a couple of times.
But tonight I decided to order this butternut squash pasta with light cream sauce. Yeah right! It was baked lasagna stlye in a ceramic dish, bursting with fluffy ricotta and covered in mozzarella.
My food was hot and melted and delicious going down. But about half an hour later I developed a horrible tummyache! I think it is from eating too much fermented udder pus.
Initial thoughts about the UC walkout on sept 24.
I think the “best and brightest” _ which they obviously think they are because they’re affiliated with uc _ need to make some compromises.
Do people really think majoring in stuff that has nothing to do with the highest demand jobs is a good start on a career or a way to help stimulate the economy?
In other words, California’s struggling economy doesn’t need too many people who study the history of families in the central valley. We need folks like doctors, civil engineers, mechanics, technicians, computer workers.
I don’t think too many of these workers will be coming from the University of California. Just a thought.
In times like now, when people are struggling, isn’t it more like a luxury to be able to attend an elite university like UC Berkeley or UCLA? Heck, any of the UC campuses. (Even Merced.)
Perhaps some people believe they are entitled to be affiliated with UC. Their parents can pay, so they should be able to go. They got good grades. Their SAT scores were high. They were a candystriper at the local pediatrics ward.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t agree with taxing students to make up gaps in the state budget. Raising tuition over 30 percent in a year is unreasonable. The State knows it has a huge organization like UC to support, but now it’s not a surprise that once again this year the item needs to be funded?
UC takes the top students in the state. UC is selective and competitive. I’m sure a lot of the incoming freshmen really are smart, even though reports show that many of them don’t start out at college level and need to take remedial classes. I agree that college instructors shouldn’t have to slow down for the semi-literate. Big problem! But that’s not why they’re walking out. They’re walking out because budget cuts have forced UC to issue furlough days, cut programs, fire workers, negotiate with unions.
I think professors would understand that in times of economic hardship, it’s a privilege to have higher education at all. Like my grandpa would say, when he was growing up he got to go into the service. College was for rich people, not people who had to work. It isn’t enough that you got into the university or landed a teaching job there. Why not specialize in subjects that have no connection with the jobs we need to rebuild California.
Could the fortunate UC professors support their university by focusing on the priority of providing quality undergraduate education? It’s a compromise that hopefully won’t last many years. If teachers want to do specialty work of their own, they could seek a job with a private company known for partnering with the university on research projects.
Some people are talking about the rainy-day fund that voters didn’t want. Could the state have used money from a rainy-day fund to support higher education?
For me, instead of donning a blue t-shirt and walking around the Capitol during my lunch half-hour, I’m going to find ways to make good, useful contributions to my community. I think I’d rather buy some English, science and math workbooks and donate them to a needy high school.
This is my personal opinion and is not endorsed or condoned by any agencies or employers I am affiliated with.
