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When the movie comes on I cry by the time the druggist hits George’s ear. On a bad year, I cry when the opening credits come on. The movie DOES make me cry every time I see it. Why?
Because no one cared about George’s dreams. He gave his whole life for people who were selfish and ugly to him. They loved him, sure they did. It’s easy to love someone who gives up everything for you.
Why didn’t his younger brother give George a chance? Because he was selfish. Why didn’t Mary help save money so he could go on a trip around the world? Because she was selfish. He would have come back and been satisfied I bet. She didn’t want to try anything new or to support her husband’s dreams. What kind of a wife or friend is that?
It’s not that George’s life was bad, it wasn’t. There are many people who dream of spending a life helping others. Who wish they had a means to help someone get a house, beat poverty or live independently. There is someone who would LOVE George’s life. But it would be fulfilling a dream for that person.
I dislike it because in the end, he is rescued from a mess he didn’t even make, and he learns to be satisfied with his lot in life. He gives up his dreams. He never even asked for that much. Why couldn’t he have had even a little bit of it?
Why is it a good thing that George didn’t get to have any of his dreams come true? He was a good person. He would have helped people no matter what. You will never convince me that it is a good thing that he never was able to pursue his dreams because he helped others.
If I were him, I would have gone nuts too. Good grief, Now I cry just thinking about the movie. I guess it’s gonna be one of THOSE years.
I am so pleased to announce that I finally have found my calling in life. I know who I am to be and my purpose. I intend to faithfully fulfill that purpose despite any negativity from others.
I am supposed to be that lady driving aimlessly about, going way to slow, making sudden stops and remaining in ignorant bliss of your rants.
I know this because I have actually BEEN this for several years. I just didn’t realize that it was a good thing; that it taught others patience; that it helped some vent steam.
I know that I’m supposed to drive about aimlessly, or what appears to be aimlessly because I already get lost easily. If I don’t print out a map prior to the journey it might take me twice as long to arrive. If I don’t pay close attention, I could end up in Oklahoma. (I know this because I have done it. *sigh*)
I personally have received many of the infamous “Hawaiian Salutes” and they don’t bother me. I don’t even get mad.
See? It HAS to be my purpose in life. I am very well suited for the position.
When I was in college, we all thought there would be nuclear war in our backyards, so we spent time – up late in the dorms, thinking about and discussing what we thought we needed for our “bomb kits”.
I remember my roomy Johnna and my buddy Brandon Ray and boyfriend Brent (now my terrific husband) discussing what we would need for survival.
“A still” Brandon suggested. “Good for distilling water, making booze for medicine or to sell.”
“A needle and thread!” Johnna suggested. “You can keep clothes in repair, or sew up yourself if you need help medically.”
“Aspirin!”
I think those were good ideas too. We had lists of what we might need. On some occasions we even started gathering supplies, although I never saw anyone construct a still. Knowing Brandon, he probably had the directions drawn and an idea how to do it “just in case”.
Those days are gone, thank goodness and we don’t worry about nuclear war as much as we used to. BUT if it happened, I already have in my mind what I would want to take with me. Because we made lists.
In these days of economic uncertainty, I think it might be a good idea to make a list… a job security list, if you will. I think it would be good to write down what you think you can do in case the worst happens and you lose your job. I know it isn’t your career choice, I know it isn’t what you were trained to do, but it is SOMETHING you can do until the crises passes.
My list would include the following:
· Do graphic arts for printers or individuals.
· Sell inexpensive “build your own” websites.
· Mow lawns.
· Clean dog poop out of yards.
· Wash dogs and cats.
· Wait tables (if a job can be found)
· Babysit.
We are from the U.S., we know how to be entrepreneurs. We know what to do. I heard that in places like Iraq, that if a woman is alone with children, she will sit and starve because she doesn’t know what to do.
I think that the folks I know in America would sell rocks rather than sit and starve. Why not try that? You could paint ‘em, make ‘em into souvenirs. SOMETHING. I guess my point here is that you need to keep your mind on what you CAN do, and believe me, there is always something you can do.
Suz
P.S. God Bless you Brandon Ray. I can’t believe you are gone. We were always going to get together. I wanted to know your family and be friends still. I can’t believe you don’t walk the earth anymore.
I’m so used to the plug in thing that I never even LOOKED to see what was native in this upgrade. DUH. It’s really pretty good. No problemo, photo gallery problem: SOLVED.
I don’t say jog. That implies some level of competency. I probably shouldn’t say runner either. I hope that doesn’t imply that I go really fast or do long distance.
In reality, I am a fake runner. I get up in the morning and force myself out the door. I’m usually wearing blue jeans and a sweater, an old coat, and if it’s cold outside a scarf i can breathe through. Then I do my rendition of stretches. It’s usually a combinatoin of stretches I’ve done in martial arts classes and the excersizes I see the pros on TV do. So I kind of fake stretch.
Then I turn on my ipod, and put the earbud in one ear. I need to be able to hear what is going on around me so I only use one earbud.
Then… I run as fast as I can and as far as I can like a mad woman. Why? Because it seems to make me happy. I think running is cool, and I really admire those of you who do it right.
Me? I’m not even going to claim to be one of you. I just run like a crazy person down the street listening to my running songs on the ipod. I hear: If You’re Going Through Hell by Rodney Atkins, All Star by Smash Mouth and Let Your Light Shine by Keb Mo’. I confess the last one isn’t fast and peppy, but it still makes me feel good.
I may add Impossible Dream to my running list, but I doubt I’ll be able to hear it much.
I don’t usually last the full three songs. *grin*
Funniest thing. This blog didn’t turn out like I expected. First of all, Bev got busy, and maybe I didn’t make it easy enough for her to post. I probably could have done that better. Busy folks just don’t have time for junk, ya know?
But anyway I still have things to say, so I’m going to say them. *GRIN*
I need a photo gallery program or wp plugin or something. I’ve looked at some third party software, and personally I think it’s all ALMOST what I need, but I haven’t found the be all and end all yet. I need to be able to share the files and searchable data on a server with about three other designers, and I need it to be EASY. Easy to install, easy to support, and easy to use. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just easy.
We all have adobe CS3 products so first I thought I’d try Bridge or even version cue, and I did give it a good run. The thing is..it isn’t EASY. We are busy and we don’t have time to learn new complicated programs. This has to be a tool to make life easier, not a new program to learn. I hate to say it, but so far Adobe Bridge is kicking my butt. I have things in it. I have meta data on some. But it takes soooo long, and the pictures are large.. and how am I going to work with that??
I heard once that a PNG doesn’t lose it’s resolution. Do you suppose that’s true? I”m going to research that on the web tonight – cuz I’m totally cool with storing things as PNGs if that helps.
Ok, well, I’ll be back when I figure it out. I’m sure I will.
Well… I might be talking crazy here:
You know how you want to die sometimes? Sometimes you wonder if it’s all worth it? What do you have to live for anyway? Can you bear another moment, and wouldn’t it be so much EASIER just to die?
Oh yea, and there’s the other feeling.. that God doesn’t love me, even IF He exists He doesn’t love ME.. and no one one loves me that much anyway? AND if He exists, then He probably actually hates me or actively dislikes me cuz I’m not good and otherwise why have all these bad things happened to me?
Well I think its normal to feel that way – and except in periods of severe, go to the DR and get drugs- depression, I think the answer is vitamins. Good quality vitamins that make you strong. And when it’s extra bad, then add vitamin B. (IF you are super depressed and need a fast fix, go to the shot nurse and get a B12 shot. It helps TONS!)
I think that WE are not really that different from anyone else, and that MOST of the things we feel are brought on by physiological shifts in our bodies, so they are not really US.
I probably don’t make sense to anyone but me. *sigh*.. OR… maybe I’m the only one who feels like that sometimes. Well, if I am, the answer is STILL vitamins.
 Ok, today I’m looking at the gray hair peeping up around my ears and hairlines. I’ve been avoiding it because my last experience with dye was not good. It turns out that I’m allergic to most hair dyes and I haven’t quite decided what to do about it. Sooooo… today I decide. I run to the health food store and pick up henna.
First of all, I am amazed because I have color choices. I really thought that henna was all deep burgundy red and had resigned myself to going that color. I still want it to be somewhat dark, so I chose one in the middle called Mahogany. The directions say if you want it to cover gray you should make it with coffee not water, and you should add two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar to cover gray. So I pick up some of those as well.
I have a friend who successfully uses henna. She told me I should buy the stuff from hennaforhair.com but I haven’t even looked at their website. So much for research eh?
I run around to find all the things I need.
- Henna – CHECK
- Coffee – CHECK
- Vaseline to protect my skin – CHECK
- Rubber gloves – CHECK
- Cotton to put around my ears and hair line – well.. no.. but I’m cutting a towel in strips and that should work so – CHECK.
- A plastic cap – should be in the bathroom, I’ll get it when I’m in there. – NO CHECK.
- A brush to paint it on. NO CHECK, I’ll wing it.
I make the coffee, then boil it in a pan and pour in the bowl with the henna. It’s kind of thick. My friend told me that it had the consistency of goose poop. At the time I wondered what she meant, but baby do I know now! It certainly is what I imagine goose poop is, and it smells like spinach! Oh well, I can cut it.
Ok, it’s bad goopy… so I start to plop it in my hair. I swear it’s like clumping mud in my hair. I can’t even get it to the hair edges its so thick. Everything is clumped on top and I’m nearly out, so I turn on the tap and add some water to the poop mixture. eeew! SO now I have poop-mud that is starting to get everywhere. I finish gooping it on, then add more water and pour it through my hair in an effort to get it all through.
I can’t find the plastic cap. I use an old towel and wrap my head. The strips of old towel around my ears have fallen out and streaks of this green stuff is running down my face. The towel stems the flow.
My bathroom looks vaguely like someone had diarrhea and I have to start cleaning up the stuff. I can see a yellowish stain starting to form under the clumps. Ok, I can get that off, but I have to tell you at this point I don’t have much hope for success with my hair. I have no idea what kind of mess I’m going to uncover in an hour and I hope I will be able to go to work and not look ridiculous.
A little more than an hour later:
Have you ever removed mud from your hair? It tangles really bad and makes a huge mess. Removing this is like that. It does all come out but I have to wash it for a long time and use both shampoo AND crème rinse because of the tangles. It is foamy when I put the shampoo and the crème rinse on it.
It still smells like spinach!
- It is an uneven coverage and I’m absolutely certain this is my fault. Remember when I was putting it on I put it on really thick on the top/front of my head and then ran out of mud and ended up watering it down? The end result of that is that it is BRIGHT RED on the top and a more muted red at the ends. I think that even mud coverage is going to be an issue. I even missed some of the gray by one of my ears, and it’s still gray. Oh well, I’ll fix that next time.
- I would never have considered that carrot top red was mahogany. I imagine that I will have to experiment with different types of henna before I find the color I want.
On the UP side: I do not burn anywhere. No itches, no nasty smells (unless you really hate spinach) and I never felt like my skin was in danger from toxins. I think that I will definitely choose a different color and do a better job next time. I also think I’m a convert to henna hair color.
I definitely recommend planning and research.
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