Archive for October, 2005

Hopping On the Meme Train

Stolen from the illustrious and batshit CRAZYLivey:

What were three of the stupidest things you have done in your life?
In no order of importance:
1. Skipped school with friends when I was about 13 years old and we accidentally set fire to 3 acres of land.
2. Started smoking.
3. Didn’t go to college when I should have.

At the current moment, who has the most influence in your life?
My kids. Everything I do…everything I am is for them.

If you were given a time machine that functioned, and you were allowed to only pick up to five people to dine with, who would you pick?
1. My mother: Now that I am a mother, I can truly appreciate what she must have gone through raising me. I’d give anything to tell her that I get it now.
2. My father: He died when I was 12 and I find that my memories of him are difficult to conjure up as I get older.
3. A friend long gone, but never forgotten.
4. Another friend who is still around. On my way back through time, I’d drop him off at the crossroads of his life so that he could make a different decision and follow his dream.
5. My paternal grandfather that I never got to meet.

If you had three wishes that were not supernatural, what would they be?
1. Wisdom
2. Money
3. Power

Hey…at least I’m HONEST.

Name two things you regret your city not having, and two things people should avoid.
I wish my town had a place to get a GOOD pizza (our current pizza place SUCKS) and a better main street area with tons of little shops to explore.
The two places people should avoid are the aforementioned pizza place and DVD rental place.

Name one thing that has changed your life.
Yeah, having kids is probably at the top of my list, but the death of a friend when we were 19 really woke me up to my own mortality…even moreso than the deaths of my parents.

Tag five people.
Whoever wants to play can have at it but I’m not going to force anyone.

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Footloose and Fancy Free

Carefree
You’re just the happy go-lucky type. You might have
your pet peeves, but other than that, you’re
mainly calm. Blending in with your
surroundings, you’re the type of person who
everyone likes. Usually it’s you who cracks
jokes at social gatherings - after all,
laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you
pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you
could be the next Einstein.

What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Stolen from THIS crazy chick.

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I Loves Me Some Drunken Scotsmen

William Wallace
You scored 70 Wisdom, 77 Tactics, 62 Guts, and 53 Ruthlessness!
Like William Wallace, chances are you have no problem charging a
larger, better trained, better equipped, better armed and armored
English army with a band of naked drunken Scotsmen. I’m not contesting
that you have balls. It’s your brain function I’m worried about.

Scottish soldier and national hero. The first historical record of
Wallace’s activities concerns the burning of Lanark by Wallace and 30
men in May, 1297, and the slaying of the English sheriff, one of those
whom Edward I of England had installed in his attempt to make good his
claim to overlordship of Scotland. After the burning of Lanark many
joined Wallace’s forces, and under his leadership a disciplined army
was evolved. Wallace marched on Scone and met an English force of more
than 50,000 before Stirling Castle in Sept., 1297. The English, trying
to cross a narrow bridge over the Forth River, were killed as they
crossed, and their army was routed. Wallace crossed the border and laid
waste several counties in the North of England. In December he returned
to Scotland and for a short time acted as guardian of the realm for the
imprisoned king, John de Baliol . In July, 1298, Edward defeated
Wallace and his army at Falkirk, and forced him to retreat northward.
His prestige lost, Wallace went to France in 1299 to seek the aid of
King Philip IV, and he possibly went on to Rome. He is heard of again
fighting in Scotland in 1304, but there was a price on his head, and in
1305 he was captured by Sir John de Menteith. He was taken to London in
Aug., 1305, declared guilty of treason, and executed. The best-known
source for the life of Wallace is a long romantic poem attributed to
Blind Harry, written in the 15th century.

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Reminds Me of a Joke

Q. Why did the blonde take two hits of acid?

A. She wanted to go on a round trip.

Sorry. I HAD to get it out. It was for my own mental health!

And since that one was such a truly BAD joke, here’s a better one:

Jeff walks into a bar and sees his friend Paul slumped over the bar. He walks over and asks Paul what’s wrong.
“Well,” replies Paul, “you know that beautiful girl at work that I wanted to ask out, but I got an erection every time I saw her?”
“Yes,” replies Jeff with a laugh.
“Well,” says Paul, straightening up, “I finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and she agreed.”
“That’s great!” says Jeff, “When are you going out?”
“I went to meet her this evening,” continues Paul, “but I was worried I’d get an erection again. So I got some duct tape and taped my penis to my leg, so if I did, it wouldn’t show.”
“Sensible” says Jeff.
“So I get to her door,” says Paul, “and I rang her doorbell. She answered it in the sheerest, tiniest dress you ever saw.”
“And what happened then?”
(Paul slumps back over the bar again.)

“I kicked her in the face.”

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Yippee Ki Yay

Steve from Hog On Ice suggested a…ahem…shall we say ‘unique’ solution to Acidman’s problems a few days ago. There’s also a comment on that post that made me give some thought about a topic that I’ve encountered many times over the years.

I’ve been part of the worldwide internet community for around 10 years now. I’ve been an admin and supervisor for several online communities and have worked with people all over the world: Singapore, UAE, UK, Scotland, India, Ireland. Not bad for a girl who has only left her state of residence ONCE in her life.

When the dot-com bomb blew my place of virtual employment clear out of the water, the relationships with my coworkers changed into friendships built on a foundation of common misery. Some of them were so deeply disappointed and hurt, that they went their own ways and I rarely, if ever, ’see’ them online anymore. But there are several who are still a daily…sometimes hourly…part of my life, even after all this time.

I’ve never laid eyes on these people, yet…I dare say that a few of them know me better than many of my real life friends. One or two might even know me better than I know myself. I love these people as much as I possibly can, having never met them in person.

However, I’ve never had to face possibly losing one of them either.

I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting the AcidGod, or any of the other usual suspects, in person. Reading someone’s blog allows you to see only the parts of the author that they wish to reveal. Some authors are better at revealing themselves than others. I would never presume to KNOW any of the people on my blogroll, but I’ll say one thing:

I would truly grieve were any of you to drop dead tomorrow…not for the loss of daily entertainment…but for the loss of the unique ways that you all enrich my life across the miles.

And with that, I have officially reached my limit of warm fuzzies. Die Hard 2 is on the agenda for tonight…apparently I haven’t watched my quota of shit blowing up this week.

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I Believe

THIS is the best news I’ve had in ages. I’m not a warm, fuzzy kinda gal, but will admit that I breathed a sigh and shed a few tears of relief this morning.

Rob is the kind of man who can do anything he sets his mind to. Many of us had resigned ourselves to the fact that he had set his mind to dying. I’m not sure what gave him the kick in the ass or jumpstarted his will to live…but I, for one, am profoundly grateful.

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Women and Emergency Preparedness: Part 2

First, I’m going to cover a few issues specifically related to children and emergencies. Any mother worthy of being called a mother is protective of her children. I know I am. I might even be accused of being overly protective of my kids. The difference between myself and many other over protective mothers that I know is the fact that I can temper those feelings with common sense. I know that freaking out during an emergency renders me completely useless to my children, whether that emergency is the child choking on a hot dog or bombs falling from the sky.

A while back, I posted a little story about a neighbor of mine TOTALLY losing it when her child was experiencing a medical emergency. She’s a wonderful mother most of the time, but completely failed her child when he needed her MOST. I am not that kind of mother, and in order to be of any use to your children in an emergency, YOU can’t be that kind of mother either.

Women typically don’t like thinking about those things. It makes us uncomfortable, so the natural reaction is just to stick our heads in the sand and NOT think about our worst fears. Then, when we find ourselves confronted with something fairly innocuous, such as a child choking on the hot dog (or in the case of my neighbor, seizures brought on by high fever), we TOTALLY freeze or freak out, because we just don’t know what to do.

The key lies in planning. And in order to plan, you need to face your worst fears. You need to visualize what YOUR actions are going to be in any given emergency. Unknown to me at the time, but I’ve always naturally done this by playing that ‘What If..?’ game in my head, usually when I hear or see things on tv that make me wonder what I would do in similar situations. You know when you’re sitting there watching a horror movie…a character hears a strange noise and immediately goes into the dark, spooky cellar to investigate…unarmed, no less…and you think to yourself, “What a fuckin idiot”? That’s the kind of stuff I’m talking about. What would YOU do if you were in a similar situation? Okay, so maybe you’re smart enough to not to go into a dark basement when there’s a serial killer on the loose, but what would you do? Call 911? Arm yourself? Hide? Run?

Another thing that moms typically waste too much time on is worrying about their childrens’ psychological well-being. In a true emergency, you don’t have time to consider how deeply little Johnny is going to be affected by having to leave a favorite toy or pet behind. Have faith in the resiliency of children, grab the kid and GO.

I was at work when the apartment building I lived in caught on fire. My oldest son was two years old and with our babysitter, who lived downstairs from me. One of the other neighbors noticed smoke and started pounding on doors to wake people up. When my babysitter opened the door to the bedroom where my son was sleeping, one wall was completely burning. She did the smart thing…she grabbed my son and ran like hell, despite the fact that he was screaming for some Elmo doll he had been sleeping with.

I was a 45 minute drive away from home when I got the phone call. My sitter assured me that my son was fine…I could hear him screaming in the background…but any mom who has ever been in a similar situation knows that I wouldn’t be truly convinced that he was fine until I had him in my arms. I made that drive home in 20 minutes and when I finally tracked them down at the town hall, my son was visibly relieved to have his mommy back, but still whining for that Elmo doll. He whined for DAYS over the fucking thing…I didn’t think he’d ever get over it. His sitter was overcome with guilt at one point after listening to him whine over it. Of course, he DID get over it, but at the time I thought he’d be scarred for life. He’s 12 now and doesn’t even remember the doll, the fire or the living hell he made of my life for a week.

The bottom line is that in any emergency, the physical well being of your child(ren) takes priority over psychological well being.

One final thought about children. I read somewhere recently that, after 9/11, there was a study done of children and the effects that media coverage had on their perception of the situation. It was discovered that many young kids who were exposed to the repeated coverage of the planes striking the World Trade Center thought that hundreds of planes were crashing into hundreds of buildings all over the world. They didn’t realize that it was just two planes striking two buildings.

In a situation where death, chaos and carnage are just a tv channel away, it’s important to remember that it’s up to YOU to decide how much is enough for your kids. 24 hour news coverage is a blessing AND a curse…unfortunately, young children take everything at face value. Keep this in mind if you find yourself in the middle of a 9/11 or Katrina-esque emergency. A little information goes a very long way with kids. You can’t protect them from every bad thing in the world, but you can prevent them from being subjected to disturbing sounds and images over and over again.

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Women and Emergency Preparedness: Part 1

Bane has recommended the battery-free Ready Freddy emergency kit. It’s not a bad little kit, but I’m not sure how much faith I’d put into a pre-built emergency kit.

Ever since our house burned down 11 years ago, I’ve always kept what are commonly known as ‘grab and go’ bags in each bedroom. Typically, I keep these bags stocked with 2 changes of clothes, an extra pair of shoes, granola bars, bottled water, flashlight, emergency whistle and a few creature comforts, such as books and small travel games. The thought behind these bags has always been that if my damn house burns down AGAIN, we’ll be able to leave this time with a little more than just the clothes on our backs.

9/11 reminded me of the importance of keeping a few supplies on hand, either in the car or in my office, in case I’m not at home when disaster strikes. I never thought of adding more than a couple of bottles of water and granola bars. I was fairly secure in my belief that it would never take longer than 12 hours for help to mobilize. After all, when my house burned down, the Red Cross was there before the fire was even put out, arranging clothing and hotel rooms. There was a very controlled and immediate response to 9/11, which, at the time, was the biggest disaster I had in my frame of reference.

Then, over the summer, came Hurricane Katrina and I was forced to look at possibilities that I had never considered. I never imagined that there could be such a complete and utter breakdown within local and state governments. I never thought for a second of the possibilities of total chaos reigning…looting, rape, murder. Anarchy. I looked at my little grab and go bags and laughed. They’re perfect in an emergency, like fire, where we have precious few seconds to evacuate the building, but they’re not going to save our asses in more extreme situations.

I began to wonder where I left our camping equipment. I tried to remember whether the lanterns were mine or The Ex’s. I began making a water plan. I researched how much weight I can reasonably expect each of my kids to be able to carry in a backpack. When I began to wonder about the wisdom of kicking The Ex to the curb (emergency preparedness would have been HIS problem and not mine), I realized that I’m going to be the one the kids look to to fix things should the shit hit the fan.

I also began to realize that I can’t be the ONLY single mother out there in this situation. Over the next few days, I’ll be writing a series of posts that explore the preparations that I’ve made for my family in hopes that the information might be of use to other women in similar situations. I’m not talking about gas masks and underground bunkers here…just simple things that EVERY woman and mother should do to prepare themselves.

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Me? A Teacher? Surely You Jest!

I have spent the past 9 hours tutoring a friend of mine in my Programming class. My patience has been tested. My tongue has permanent teeth marks and I’m quite sure that this grimace will be etched on my face for all eternity.

I love my buddy, M. I started tutoring him in our first computer class at the behest of the instructor, who feared that she would have to fail him. He’s a bit hard headed…and still believes that playing every computer game known to man qualifies him as an expert in computers…but I love his enthusiasm just the same.

Most of the time.

M has no programming experience at all…he’s never even built a webpage. I finally realized today that’s where the problem lies. This is a lower level course that we’re taking together, but I have difficulty imagining how hard it must be for someone who doesn’t even know what code looks like. I’m no expert…I’ve done a bit of web programming and I’m familiar with several web-based languages. I’ve never done any software programming, but I realize that all programming follows basic universal rules…I CAN see the forest through the trees…whereas M can’t.

He was kind of getting down on himself about not picking up on the material quickly enough, so I called it a day and told him to come back next Saturday. Between now and then, I need to find a way to explain the material and find a way to get him to relate it to something he’s familiar with.

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