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Saturday, July 28, 2012

When it is not funny and never will be funny…..EVER

A few minutes ago, there was a post on my Facebook wall with a picture of Larry the cable guy and the following quote.

 Larry The Cable Guy On Cajuns...
"Even after the recent Super Bowl victory of the New Orleans Saints, I have noticed a large number of people implying with bad jokes that Cajuns aren't smart.  I would like to state for the record that I disagree with that assessment.  Anybody that would build a city 5 feet below sea level in a hurricane zone and fill it with Democrats is a damn genius."
I cannot verify that this is real, but I found it posted all over the place.

A little background.  3-months before hurricane Katrina, my husband and I went to New Orleans for a week.  He was at a convention, so he saw very little of the city.  I spent all day exploring.  It was fantastic.  I walked all over and I rode the trollies.  That trip is in my top five.  Three months later, disaster struck.  It was one of the most painful things to watch but added to the horror was the faces of so many people burned in my brain from my time in the city. 

I am not going to go into all the details.  There are many.  I will share two.  I caught a glimpse of my favorite trolley conductor guarding his wife and daughter in the dome.  He was easy to spot.  Tall, built, gorgeous, funny, bald, black man.  The look on his face haunts me.  The second, I will always wonder if the sweet little old lady I met on the trolley got out.  I rode with her several times.  She was easily 80-years old.  She rode the trolley every other day to get her groceries.

At least 1,836 people lost their lives.  There is NOTHING funny about that.

A few days ago, Dane Cook made a joke about the Aurora, Colorado shooting
12-people died, almost 60 injured.  Every single person in that theater is damaged, possibly forever. There is NOTHING funny about that.

A few weeks ago, a “comedian” named Daniel Tosh made a joke about rape and harassed a woman when she said it was not funny. 

I can personally attest that there is NOTHING funny about that.
I left a message for the person who posted the Larry thing.  I told her I didn’t think it was funny, and then I deleted her.  I didn’t know her.  I probably added her because she played some game I was into.  I left a status update for everyone else.  I see this crap on my wall, and I don’t care who you are, you are gone. 

Everybody has had that moment where something comes out of your mouth that makes you desperately wish life had a rewind button.  I have had my share of those moments.  Humans make mistakes.  But there are lines you never cross.  Some things are not funny.  Some things will never be funny.  Death, pain, and suffering….NOT funny!!!

Friday, July 27, 2012

I am inspired to be a fan of women's weightlifting

I was reading this article about someone on Twitter insulting an 18-year old British Olympic weightlifter named Zoe Smith. The article calls “infidel1978” (yea, I know, kind of says it all right there huh?) a Twitter bully. I’m not sure I’d call this situation bullying, but it is rude and insulting.

First of all, let’s take a look see at Zoe.

Here is what the twerp said –
"I wouldn't even look at you. I'd think you was a bloke and so would 9 out of 10 lads.”

My very first thought is that this “person” is awfully lucky that the Internet is “anonymous” because I’m thinking Zoe could handle herself in an altercation.

ANYWAY, I love Zoe’s response –

"Your futile attempts at insulting us have brought me many giggles! It makes me laugh that you think we'd give a toss what a closed-minded, clearly weak fool like yourself who can't handle a bit of muscle thinks anyway!"

LOVE it.

Proving that his screen name is not the only thing that’s dumb, he responded with –

"In other words your insecurities are kicking in lol. Now piss off back to the kitchen and make your boyfriend a sandwich he's hungry."

Would someone please explain to me why guys follow up appearance insults with kitchen insults? I don’t get that at all.

"Meh, not particularly. I just find it funny to argue with idiots on the internet. What a very original comeback, you are a credit to men everywhere. I bet all those feminine women you speak of are queuing round the block for a chance with you!"

LOVE it.

The article says that Zoe changed her Twitter handle and that twerp’s account has been deleted. Of course, he is out there again under some other snappy handle, perhaps infidel1979?

Zoe wrote about it on her personal blog. I tried to find it to link to it, but I could not locate it. What she says is so great. It is the perfect response to small minded jerks,

"We don't lift weights in order to look hot, especially for the likes of men like that," Smith wrote. "What makes them think that we even want them to find us attractive? If you do, thanks very much, we're flattered. But if you don't, why do you really need to voice this opinion in the first place?

"Shall we stop weightlifting, amend our diet in order to completely get rid of our 'manly' muscles, and become housewives in the sheer hope that one day you will look more favorably upon us and we might actually have a shot with you?

"This may be shocking to you, but we actually would rather be attractive to people who aren't closed-minded and ignorant. Crazy, eh?! We, as any woman with an ounce of self-confidence would, prefer our men to be confident enough in themselves to not feel emasculated by the fact that we aren't weak and feeble."
I adore this young lady and I am going to be rooting for to win the gold.

The only thing that infidel1978 has a chance at winning is the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

What's wrong with us?

Everywhere you turn, someone is asking what is wrong with our society. Typically, the asker has the answer and really just wants the askee to listen and agree. (Up until now, askee was not a word. However, I like it, I said it aloud, I used it in a sentence, and I asked others what they thought it meant. They all got it right. Therefore, it is a word now. Please, feel free to use it!)

Everyone who has an opinion regarding what is wrong with society (so, basically everyone) also has somewhere to lay the blame. Republicans blame the Democrats. Protestants blame the Catholics. Parents blame THESE KIDS TODAY!! Dogs blame the Cats. And, throughout time someone somewhere has blamed it all on the Jews.

I don’t think that there is any one group of people or one belief system to blame. I think that there are many many problems in our world today and I don’t know what the solutions are.

I can tell you that I believe that there is one thing, one very big thing, which is destroying our society piece by piece every day. It is something that is so prevalent no one thinks twice about it. Everyone has participated in it, including me. However, it is easy to fix.

I am speaking of judging. The actual definition of judging is –

Judging present participle of judge (Verb)

Form an opinion or conclusion about.

Decide (a case) in a court of law

That does not sound too bad. We all have opinions. Forming a conclusion is not scary. Basically, I read an article through the eyes of my own life experiences, I measure it with my personal opinions, and I form a conclusion. What’s wrong with that? Nothing, right?

Well, never underestimate human being’s ability to take something and muck it up beyond recognition. Modern men and women have taken judging to an entirely different level. To be fair, some of the blame needs to rest squarely on the shoulders of the person who thought a comment section on every article appearing on the Internet was a good idea.

Today’s definition of Judging should read –

Judging present participle of judge (Verb)

Also Judgy or Judginess

To present your opinion as fact and to conclude that all other opinions are wrong and stupid. Further, conclude that those individuals holding opposite opinions are equally wrong and stupid. AND possibly evil.

Decide (a case) in a court of law

One need only look as far as last weeks stories about Marissa Mayer to see Judging in all its vicious glory. You can read more about it here and here. I also encourage you to read a wonderful blog by the fabulous Cecily Kellogg with her opinion about judging.

I think that if we want to start true change in our society we need to start with the Judging epidemic. Before you post a comment or start a rant, run it through this little test. If the following words or a variation thereof, appears, you are guilty of modern day judging.

  • You are out of your mind
  • What an idiot
  • You are an idiot
  • I’ve never read anything so idiotic in my life
  • You are so dumb you should die
If however, you want to post your personal experience as Cecily did, post away. Comment to your hearts content. Have respect. Honor the choices of other’s. If we all commit to this and we all follow through can you imagine the change? There would be a ripple effect through out all society. Life would be boring if we all agreed. So, unless you are an actual judge who has to judge for a living, get over yourself, and open your mind. Live and let live.

Remember when we were kids and Smokey, Woody, and McGruff taught us that one person could make a difference? Well…..I think we need an anti-judge character to help us with an STOP Judginess Campaign. (See paragraph one for a reminder of my criteria for creating a word.)

I chose this –

 I love this guy. But, we need a kick-butt catchy saying. Smokey, Woody, and McGruff all have awesome sayings. SO, help me out here people…..give me some ideas.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Update on Never Seconds blog

Back in June, I wrote my first blog post. OK, well that is not true. Back in June of 2010, I wrote my first blog post. Then in July of 2010, I helped advertise a raw food cookbook give away. Then I did not post again until June of this year. I have issues in not sticking with something once I start! In my third (but we are calling it the first) post, I talked about the inspiration gifted to me by a 9-year old Scottish blogger.

I thought I would give an update on where things stand. Veg is on summer holidays. She is having one school per week guest blog about what they are eating for lunch. Last week, it was a 9-year old girl from Wales. This week it is two kids from Herefordshire. They have not said if they are girls, boys, or their ages. I am excited to read the posts this week as this school eats vegetarian. I am looking forward to seeing what they eat all week!!!

The most exciting news is that Veg has garnered 7019 donations totaling £111,264.06 for a whopping 1589% over her original goal. All of this money is going to Mary's Meals. Remember .93 cents of every $1 you give to this organization goes directly to the kids. In October, Veg and her family are traveling to visit the kitchen her donations built and the kids who eat there.

It still blows my mind what this little girl accomplished in such a short time. SO, there is the update.  If you have the desire to share in this amazing journey please consider giving.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

This is not a real post, it is a bitch only

I am watching Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince on ABC Family.  I think that this is the worst adaptation of the entire series.  If you are going to adapt a book into a movie should you not at least try to get as close as possible.  I know, I know the book is always better.  This is not even CLOSE. It irks me to no end.

Dear screen writers......WRITE YOUR OWN MOVIE.  Leave the book as is......

End rant.

Brave: Better late than never

We went to see Brave today.  Yup, we are adults.  Nope, no small kids.  Seriously, we just love these movies.  I have been looking forward to this one for months and months.  The number one appeal for me was that it is set in Scotland.  We both have tons of ancestry from Scotland. I was so excited that the bulk of the cast are Scottish.    
For the last few weeks, the blog world has been alive with talk of the movie.  Across the board, most of the bloggers responded very positive to the movie and the story line. 
We have a female protagonist.   She is strong and independent.  Both her parents are alive.  That is unheard of in this genre.  No dead mother, no evil step-mother, and no “ugly” step sisters.   Best of all, there is no prince waiting in the wings. 
The movie was visually gorgeous.  The music was fantastic.  The characters were rich, dynamic, and well rounded.  There is humor, tension, and adventure.  It is about the old ways and the new ways.  Tradition vs. “modern”.   This IS a movie about a mother and a daughter but ultimately, it is about listening.  Truly listening, not with ears, but with heart and soul. 
I loved every single second of this movie.  I loved the scenery, the characters, the accents, and the music.  But, the best part was the message.  It is one that will stick with me for a long time. 
There would be less conflict between mother and daughter, husband and wife, neighbor and neighbor, country and country if we took a moment:  stopped and heard what the other person is saying…..   This is not about right vs. wrong.  Appreciating another person’s thoughts, beliefs, or ideas is not about losing your own.  Open your heart, really and truly listen:  the life that changes may be your own.

Friday, July 06, 2012

To spank or not to spank: Kind of a personal question don't you think????

When I was three, I wanted piano lessons. The only place I would have gotten this notion was church. I was not allowed to watch any TV at that age. Our church had a pianist and an organist. My mother felt that I was far too young, but I was persistent. I asked daily for weeks. Reluctantly, she started asking around. No teacher was willing to take a three-year old.

She remembered an old friend from another church who was a long time piano teacher. She called hoping for a favor. Her friend would not take a student under the age of five. However, her daughter, sixteen-year old Michelle, had been talking about trying to give lessons to a select number of youngsters to earn summer spending money. She had been learning under the tutelage of her mother since the age of five. Her mom thought that she was ready for entry level teaching. Michelle was eager to have me as her first student. No one else thought I would last more than 2-weeks. Michelle had the optimism of a teenage girl, who can only see the promise the world has to offer.

I lasted three-years. One lesson for one hour each week. One hour of practice each day, seven-days a week. I played in every recital beside her mother’s students. I would have stayed longer, but Michelle went off to college. I moved on to other teachers. Three total, until I was nineteen.

When I was four, I wanted to go to school. All my friends were in school. I felt left out. I told my mother that I was ready. I do not remember thinking that I won a victory regarding the piano lessons and therefore would win this. Nevertheless, I am sure that I did have that in my mind. She told me I was too young, I persisted that I was ready. Finally, she went to a private school, Saint Paul’s Lutheran, and talked with the administration. She told them that I was far too young, but would they agree to let me attend kindergarten classes for the last two-months of the year. She again believed that I would last a few weeks.

Never in my life had I seen a worksheet. My mother read to me all the time. She would occasionally let me listen to phonics records. She never pushed any kind of formal learning on me. Still, I took to the worksheet like a duck to water. I worked through every single assignment faster than any other child. At the end of the two-months I completed more that ¾ of the entire years’ work. The school offered me a position in first grade.

Towards the end of first grade my mother approached the local elementary school to see about getting me into public school. My parents were supporters of public school. In addition, the school was very close to our house. The private school was all the way across town. The school said there was no way I could start in second grade. They proposed putting me in kindergarten. My mother was opposed to this and fought the school board to test me. The school agreed after much arguing. I honestly think they agreed just to shut my mother up.

However, I tested out extremely high in all areas except math. My reading compression was at a high school level. I was five. There were not many gifted programs around, but even if there were my mother would have put me in public school anyway. She wanted me to have a childhood. So, despite testing at high levels, I started public school in the second grade.

I continued through a normal school experience, except that I was more than a year younger than my peers. I continued to excel and test well in all subjects save math. Math was, and still is, my nemesis. Sometimes, I got lazy and did poorly on an assignment. In collage, I did not do well in a few classes. For the most part, I was an excellent student.

I was also involved in choir, band, drama, pep club, school paper, school poetry and short story publication, yearbook, and tall flags. I had a large group of friends from all walks of school life. I was the social butterfly. Friends with everyone. Broke up with your boyfriend, need to cry, find Bridget…she will get you through. Gay but don’t want to come out….need to talk, find Bridget…she will listen, not judge, and never tell.

Why am I telling you this? Did I wake up with the burning need to brag? Nope. I am telling you all this because of this.

This story was all over the news last week. I have read conflicting information from one source to another. Several stories said that the 806 children in the study were all from low income families. But, many other articles do not mention this. There is also an insinuation that spanking your child makes them socially awkward.

I was spanked as a child. Clearly, it did not effect my performance. Suggest to my friends that I am socially awkward, and they will laugh themselves silly.

I am upset by the fact that this study was presented at the Institute on Violence, Abuse and Trauma conference. If we are talking about TRUE spanking, there is nothing violent, abusive, or traumatic about it. It was a punishment, therefore it hurt, but it was NEVER painful. Hurt is probably even to strong. Sting is more accurate. I always new exactly what I had done, and if I didn’t know my mother would discuss it with me calmly and rationally. She NEVER EVER spanked me when she was upset or angry.

I am upset that the researcher starts by talking about spanking then moves to calling it corporal punishment. In my mind, there is a difference between a few whacks across the behind and corporal punishment.

The researcher is the author of “Beating The Devil Out Of Them: Corporal Punishment In American Families And Its Effects On Children.” There is a huge difference between a true spanking and beating a child. Yet, it seems to the researcher that there is no difference. At least he never talks about a distinction.

I want to know more details of family life and outside trauma that happened to the children in the four-years of the study. You cannot tell me that the only factor was spanking. Well, you can tell me, but I am not going to believe you.

The researcher makes the following bold statement.

“It is time for psychologists to recognize the need to help parents end the use of corporal punishment and incorporate that objective into their teaching and clinical practice. It also is time for the United States to begin making the advantages of not spanking a public health and child welfare focus, and eventually enact federal no-spanking legislation,” he says.

There are so many issue facing our children. This man wants to make spanking the focus. I can think of many huge issues that face our children. Three being healthcare, education, and the environment. The United States need to focus on what is really important. Spanking is NOT it!

My final word, spanking is a personal decision. I have many friends who are very much against it. I have friends who believe in it. I have friends who can’t make up their minds. It is for the parents to decide and no one else.