| Saturday, January 28, 2006 |
| Bit of a break |
| Just a quick update for all my blogfriends out there. I was laid off from my job on Monday. I am ok but it was a big setback. I am focusing on moving and procuring a new computer so posting may be a bit sporadic for awhile. I'll be around and will drop by y'all as much as possible. Hope all is well with all of you guys. Talk to you soon. |
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| Thursday, January 19, 2006 |
| Drive, Pack, Shop, in that order. |
Do y'all remember Mr. Belvedere?
I do and it was one of those shows that you couldn't stop watching. I always wondered how Mr. Belvedere had any privacy. It seemed like everyone was always walking into his bedroom without knocking. HMMM... the things we remember.
I don't have much today but here's a look at my schedule for the past few and next few days:
9 AM to 5 PM: Work (& Blog :))
5 - 5:45: Drive home listening to the Radiochick
5:45-6:00: Pack the car.
6:00-6:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
6:30-7:00: Pack the car.
7:00-7:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
7:30-8:00: Pack the car.
8:00-8:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
8:30-9:30: Shop. Wanted this:
But got this:
Eat.
9:30-10:00: Pack the car.
10:00-10:30: Drive to new Apt, unload, drive back.
10:30-11:00: Pack the car.
11:00: Turn on TV till blissful relief of sleep comes. |
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| Monday, January 16, 2006 |
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A few interactions with people this weekend have led me to realize I do not pay enough attention to the world around me. I do not like that about myself. I intend to do more in 2006 to change that. I have sent an email to volunteer at the local food bank. One of the things that has always bothered me is how in a country of such plenty, where we have an epidemic of OBESITY, we still have children and adults going hungry. We are not a third world country. Why is this happening?!
Also in rememberance of an amazing man: Transcript and audio of
Martin Luther King at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom (August 28, 1963)
"I Have a Dream"
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as
the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow
we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous
decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves
who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a
joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years
later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of
segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the
Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of
material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished
in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own
land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When
the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the
Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a
promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a
promise that all men - yes, black men as well as white men - would be
guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of
happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note
insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this
sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a
check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We
refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of
opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check
that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.
We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce
urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to
take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the
promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and
desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the
time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid
rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of
God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.
This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass
until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen
sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Negro
needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude
awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither
rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship
rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of
our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the
warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of
gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us
not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of
bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high
plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to
degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the
majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous
new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to
a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced
by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied
up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is
inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always
march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the
devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be
satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of
police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy
with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways
and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's
basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be
satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed
of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only." We cannot be satisfied as
long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York
believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no we are not satisfied and
we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and
righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great
trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells.
Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you
battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police
brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to
work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South
Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums
and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can
and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my
friends - so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I
still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the
true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of
former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down
together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state
sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression,
will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content
of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists,
with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition
and nullification - one day right there in Alabama little black boys and
black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as
sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every
hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain,
and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord
shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a
stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling
discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this
faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle
together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing
that we will be free one day.
This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will
be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of
liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's
pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so
let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let
freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring
from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let
freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi - from
every mountainside.
Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow
freedom ring - when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet,
from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when
all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics - will be able to join hands and sing in the words
of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty,
we are free at last!"
To hear the audio go here
It is a stirring speech.
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| Thursday, January 12, 2006 |
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but that's all my fault cuz I didn't point it out. My weatherpixie was wearing some weird dominatrix type wetsuit thingy yesterday. I didn't get to point it out to you guys though because I had to put Humpty Dumpty back together again at work yesterday. (BTW, that was one of my favorite nursery rhymes when I was little.) Well anyway it was raining so my weatherpixie was all suited up to stand out in the rain for hours, I guess. She looks perfectly normal now, so no one will believe me but she was wearing it I tell you.
I also did not eat anything yesterday. I was so wrapped up in saving the world. Then when I got home hub and I got Chicken fajitas from this Mexican place that's usually good. I ate less than half of it and was full. My stomach has been wobbly ever since. Hubby ate the other half and feels fine so I think the fajita just didn't agree with me. Bleh.
My life is boring... if you didn't get that already.
But courtesy of Luxist, I am craving this: It's so purty!
It's so purty! |
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| Wednesday, January 11, 2006 |
| Nips & Tucks (sort of) |
Ya know.. It's really freaking hard to come up with a good title for posts sometimes. GRRRR!
OK, I'm better now. First order of business. Hubby is feeling better. No pressure. Thanks for all your words of encouragement.
Second, We have started the process of moving. Considering we have to be out of our current apartment by February 1, 2006, were not one second too soon. I went over to the new apartment, which is the apartment in Hubby's grandmother's basement, last night to start clearing out the rooms. She was using it for storage pretty much, but my cousin, is awesome with organizing. So she was a great help. Now I don't feel so overwhelmed.
Third, I want to set up a rss feed for my blog, but I am just about clueless as to how to go about it. If anyone has any advice, send it my way. Thanks. |
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| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
| WOW! |
Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. It was interesting to see another's perspective on the situation. And to Tired Tunia, thanks for the comment and yes that is my normal train of thought, brought to you actually more mellow than usual due to the meds. Vicodin will do that to you. As Armaedes brought to my attention, the mining link didn't work, but I think he was tho only one who hasn't seen the news this week. But in his defense he was probably busy thinking up his post about smoking. So Meh. Here's a link to the latest in this story from CNN. Maybe that won't be a dead link. Miner's Update Thank you to DayByDay4-2Day, I have tried to connect and it has brought me some peace. Thanks for your advice. We all need some reminders sometimes.
Lastly, I have been a very bad landlord to my renter Stephanie from Mystickal Incence and More. So save me and go give her a click. Tell her I sent you. She's running a contest to name her new snake with the prize being a $10 gift certificate to her shop and a $5 gift certificate to Amazon. If that's not an incentive I don't know what is.
Have a good weekend everybody!
(Confidential to M, Z, AM, UM, UB, & UJ, RIP Harold Henry Weber 10/18/1915 - 01/07/2005. I love you Grandpa & I miss you!) |
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| Sunday, January 01, 2006 |
| To all my bests for 2006 |
To the best husband in the world - Thanks for taking care of me through everything, even though you are feeling sick too. I know that's what marriage is all about but you need to know you are appreciated! We're gonna take the world by storm. May 2006 bring you all that your heart desires.
To the best brother in the world - You know I love you and I would do anything for you.ou. I hope we can work through our differences and become friends again. I hope 2006 brings great things for you.
To my cousin Haley - Thanks for being there for me through the fun times and the not so fun times. Hopefully 2006 will be the year you become Miss Independent.
To all my new friends and old friends become new again - I love you all and hope that the new year will bring whatever you want it too. Just know I am always here to talk and to laugh and cry with.
Happy New Year 2006! (circa 2:55 am 01/01/06)
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