I love busy days.
I love juggling multiple projects.
I love completing them F A S T.
Get out of my way!
:O)
I love juggling multiple projects.
I love completing them F A S T.
Get out of my way!
:O)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
From the White Side Looking In
I believe we travel on paths for a reason and I believe people who cross our paths will enlighten us.
Enlightenment does not necessarily deliver warm fuzzies. Enlightenment can be a better understanding knowledge of something that we think we understand, but know nothing of.
I thought I was a realist, who lived in the world with my eyes wide open. What I really am is a middle aged white woman who grew up in a town with only one "other than white" family.
This hometown is quiet and quaint. Politeness surrounded us growing up, or perhaps, pseudo politeness. It could have been an illusion of politeness. Who knew what went on behind closed doors, or what was said in hushed secretive whispers. The illusion remained that it was a safe place to be, whether true or not, with pure good people.
I married young, and dumb, with the illusion that I was in love, to an Air Force boy living overseas.
I was taken out of my hometown, and out in the world with many people, of many colors and heritages .
Again, I had the illusion of "sameness", peace, order and politeness. Military life is very orderly and polite. Polite out of military law, not desire.
Everyone, no matter what their background behaved in an orderly polite robotic way; the illusion of a warm fuzzy Air Force Base where everyone was part of one big family. We are one; black, white, yellow, tan, the same, not different, with the same desires, backgrounds, or were we?
I am now in a new place. Today I live in the real world. It is the world that has many issues that transcend beyond the gender, race or sexual preference lines. Our world has many facets, containing many colors, back rounds, traditions and lifestyles.
It is true that we, as a people, have many common traits. We are all also different in an abundance of ways .
It is not a credit to anyone to not see, or pretend to not see differences I feel enriched to know many many people of vastly differing backgrounds, races and heritages. I openly acknowledge that we are not the same. That doesn't make us good or bad, just different.
Enlightenment does not necessarily deliver warm fuzzies. Enlightenment can be a better understanding knowledge of something that we think we understand, but know nothing of.
I thought I was a realist, who lived in the world with my eyes wide open. What I really am is a middle aged white woman who grew up in a town with only one "other than white" family.
This hometown is quiet and quaint. Politeness surrounded us growing up, or perhaps, pseudo politeness. It could have been an illusion of politeness. Who knew what went on behind closed doors, or what was said in hushed secretive whispers. The illusion remained that it was a safe place to be, whether true or not, with pure good people.
I married young, and dumb, with the illusion that I was in love, to an Air Force boy living overseas.
I was taken out of my hometown, and out in the world with many people, of many colors and heritages .
Again, I had the illusion of "sameness", peace, order and politeness. Military life is very orderly and polite. Polite out of military law, not desire.
Everyone, no matter what their background behaved in an orderly polite robotic way; the illusion of a warm fuzzy Air Force Base where everyone was part of one big family. We are one; black, white, yellow, tan, the same, not different, with the same desires, backgrounds, or were we?
I am now in a new place. Today I live in the real world. It is the world that has many issues that transcend beyond the gender, race or sexual preference lines. Our world has many facets, containing many colors, back rounds, traditions and lifestyles.
It is true that we, as a people, have many common traits. We are all also different in an abundance of ways .
It is not a credit to anyone to not see, or pretend to not see differences I feel enriched to know many many people of vastly differing backgrounds, races and heritages. I openly acknowledge that we are not the same. That doesn't make us good or bad, just different.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
His Life
Today
I saw into his world.
His story told with permanent ink on his skin.
A beautiful man, full of life, you can see it in his eyes.
He lives admidst the violence that has affected him so deeply
and personally,
and
SO
many times
in his young life.
He has lost His father. His sister . His neice . His Friend .
Only one taken Home by age.
The others,
untimely
by
MURDER.
Names, Crosses and Signs of faith
embedded
in his skin,
with needles
laced with Black ink.
Yet,
He still believes.
Each day he works,
hard,
to make His life better.
His life with His Wife,
and His Child.
His Faith Works.
His light continues...
I saw into his world.
His story told with permanent ink on his skin.
A beautiful man, full of life, you can see it in his eyes.
He lives admidst the violence that has affected him so deeply
and personally,
and
SO
many times
in his young life.
He has lost His father. His sister . His neice . His Friend .
Only one taken Home by age.
The others,
untimely
by
MURDER.
Names, Crosses and Signs of faith
embedded
in his skin,
with needles
laced with Black ink.
Yet,
He still believes.
Each day he works,
hard,
to make His life better.
His life with His Wife,
and His Child.
His Faith Works.
His light continues...
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wheeeee
Covertible rides to work, and home again.
Taking the long way home, on purpose just to drive aimlessly, with fresh warm air hitting my face.
Freedom.
Randoms on a Monday
Well its Monday. Oh Boy. Time to go do whatever it is that I do.
I lost this blog for a day. It disappeared. Funny thing. I found that I was troubled that I could not find it online. Have I already become attached. I think so.
I felt a sense of elation when I found it again. I am attached.
Sunny outside today. Convertible ride to work. Makes the ride much sweeter.
I'd rather be off. Not unemployed, just a fun day off.
Its good to still have a job to go to and not so bad, I guess.
I lost this blog for a day. It disappeared. Funny thing. I found that I was troubled that I could not find it online. Have I already become attached. I think so.
I felt a sense of elation when I found it again. I am attached.
Sunny outside today. Convertible ride to work. Makes the ride much sweeter.
I'd rather be off. Not unemployed, just a fun day off.
Its good to still have a job to go to and not so bad, I guess.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Everyone Should Have a Good Day in the Hood
A beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor. would you be mine? Could you be mine?
We all wish for beautiful crime free days in our neighboorhood. Most have that. Many I work with, and for, don't. Any day without a crime touching them is a good day in the hood.
May we all have a "good day in the hood".
We all wish for beautiful crime free days in our neighboorhood. Most have that. Many I work with, and for, don't. Any day without a crime touching them is a good day in the hood.
May we all have a "good day in the hood".
Thursday, April 23, 2009
One Key
Did you ever have to get into a password locked site to just get all confused and just give up for a lack of remembering how to get in. In the good old days a house would have one key for the front door and the back door. Simplicity. If a password is significantly difficult to figure out, why do we need more than one for every site we use?d Just a random thought.
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