Category Archives: Just Blogging

Family of Friends

You’ll find there’s a family of friends living here,
A small group of minds, and of hearts;
With some of us clever and some of us not,
At times you can’t tell us apart.

There’s one who is cranky, and one who is shy,
And one who is really uncouth;
And just when you think you’ve discovered who’s who,
You’ll really uncover the truth.

The truth that we’re all just a little of each,
A group of imperfects are we
And sometimes I might criticize them to you,
But don’t ever knock them to me.

‘Cause the one thing that ties us together for life-
no matter how far we’re apart,
Is love for each other, a family of friends
A small group of minds, and of hearts.

Judy Blume


Aujourd’hui, nous sommes tous fran├žais

On September 12, 2001, the French newspaper Le Monde proclaimed, “Today we are all Americans”. Following the terrorist attacks in Paris yesterday, this American proudly proclaims:

Today I am French
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Recurring Dreams

I have two recurring dreams. Or, to be more precise, two different dreams with a recurring theme. I’ve been having them for close to two decades. I wonder why that is.

I don’t believe all the woo about my inner self talking to my outer self, etc. I’m not big on dream interpretation either, because everything I’ve read about it tries to convert specific things into specific meanings for everyone, and I don’t think that’s possible. We don’t all enjoy or fear the same things, for instance, so how can my dreams mean the same thing for everyone? That’s not to say, of course, that dream interpretation can’t be fun!

Anyway, I’m just writing about this because I feel like it. Not because I think it means anything, although I do find it interesting.

In one of the dreams, I’m drowning and frantic, I can’t make my way to the surface, although I never know why. There never seems to be anyone else there; no one holding me under, nothing weighting me down: I’m just fighting with the water, which is always perfectly clear or pale blue like water reflecting the blue paint in a swimming pool. I struggle for several minutes until my lungs feel like they’ll explode if they don’t get air.

Finally, I make the conscious decision to just breathe. I’m scared because I know it will likely be the death of me, so I inhale slowly through my mouth and nose simultaneously. The water doesn’t kill me. It doesn’t even knock me out. I can breathe under water! Sometimes I start swimming and find that I love it under there, where ever “there” is. Most of the time, though, I wake up with a gasp and my heart racing, the way it might if I had actually experienced a similar ordeal.

The other dream is less detailed. I’m walking along someplace when suddenly I see money on the ground. It might be a twenty, a fifty or a hundred. I bend down to pick it up and notice another a few feet away. I step over to get the second bill and notice several others. I start gathering them and shoving them into my pockets, but the more money I gather, the more I notice laying on the ground.

Suddenly, I’m stuffing wads of cash into a bag which is usually about the size of a regular kitchen trash bag. I don’t know where the bag comes from, but I never wonder in the dream. I just keep stuffing and stuffing twenties, fifties, hundreds. They keep multiplying before my eyes and I soon realize that I’ll never be able to fit them all into the bag. I decide to keep filling the bag until it reaches full capacity which it never does.

The dream ends or I wake up disappointed.

I have one or both of these dreams about three or four times per month. Weird, huh?

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


Back In The Saddle

I certainly was blogging intensely there for a while, wasn’t I? The campaign and election stuff had my adrenaline pumping, for sure!

While I usually try to post something daily, I don’t feel obliged to, so this isn’t one of those sorry-I-haven’t-been-blogging-as-much-as-usual posts. It’s not like the world is hanging on my every word, after all. I’m just catching up and trying to regain a little momentum.

I want to post a few updates on some stuff, like the situation at my son’s school, which includes a rather humorous story about the call I received from the S.T.E.M Academy Director. There are a few other things as well, but I’ll just play it by ear rather than listing it all right now.

There are also a few other things to rant about, like smokers at bus stops, and how I’m almost certain that shopping at Walmart is significantly decreasing my life expectancy. I’ll get to all this once I’ve reestablished my routine and settled back in after reluctantly sending Mike back to England (I tried hiding his passport, but he kept finding it!).

As for this weekend, I’ve been rearranging what little furniture I own in preparation for the winter. I have central heating, but I hate running it for several reasons. Mainly because it racks up an enormous gas bill that causes me great pain and makes me cry. It also dries me out and makes me cough; plus it just doesn’t seem right to pay so much money to get sick when chest colds and even strep throat are so easy to come by for free.

In light of all that, I’ve set up my relatively large bedroom like a den of sorts. I have a small heater fan, which more than does the trick; I sometimes have to turn it off because it gets too warm. My son has one for his bedroom as well, so we’re both set at night.

When I have to be in the kitchen for any length of time, the stove warms things up quite nicely, and our bathroom is quite small, so we can warm it up before showering just by running the hot water for a couple of minutes before getting in. When my son and I hang out together, it’s usually in my room anyway, so I think this will work out just fine. And it will save us a ton of money!

So, now that I have everything set up the way I want it, I’m totally pooped and my back is aching. I’m going to take some Aleve, lie down with my heating pad for a while and wait for my son to come back from his friend’s house.

It’s really very cozy in here. I think I like it!

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


Art Test: A Bit Of Fun

What does your taste in art say about your personality?

I found this at Heidi’s blog, Southpaugh Homeschool. I had fun taking it and thought I’d post the results here. Some of the art is pretty cool too! Go on and give it a shot!

Apparently I’m an Impressionist:

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test…

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

16 Impressionist, 0 Islamic, 0 Ukiyo-e, -9 Cubist, -10 Abstract and -6 Renaissance

Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.

People that like Impressionist paintings may not alway be what is deemed socially acceptable. They tend to move on their own path without always worrying that it may be offensive to others. They value friendships but because they also value honesty tend to have a few really good friends. They do not, however, like people that are rude and do not appreciate the ideas of others. They are secure enough in themselves that they can listen to the ideas of other people without it affecting their own final decisions. The world for them is not black and white but more in shades of grey and muted colors. They like things to be aestically pleasing, not stark and sharp. There are many ways to view things, and the impresssionist personality views the world from many different aspects. They enjoy life and try to keep a realistic viewpoint of things, but are not very open to new experiences. If they are content in their live they will be more than likely pleased to keep things just the way they are.

Take What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test at HelloQuizzy


Fargo

One of my favorite films of all time is Fargo. I love the black comedy and stereotypical Minnesota Nice. Guess I’m a sucker for absurd humor.

I watched Fargo again over the weekend. It was on Comedy Central and I was disappointed at how much was cut out. I went onto YouTube to try and find the deleted scenes (you’d think I would have it on DVD, huh?) and I couldn’t find specifically what I was looking for. I did find two of my favorite scenes, though, and thought I’d share them with you.

The scene in which Melissa Peterman plays a hooker has embedding disabled, but you can watch it here. Frances Dormand is brilliant throughout the film, although this scene doesn’t do her justice.

I just love the subtle Swedish influence in their speech! I guess I’m also a sucker for accents; ask my husband!

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


The Slippery Slope Of “Press This”

While the new Press This Bookmarklet has received mostly good reviews, some people have expressed concerns that it only makes life easier for content thieves.

I confess that when I first learned about this new WordPress feature, I had the same concern, but that was based on faulty information given to me by someone who had used it. I was under the mistaken impression that the feature copied entire posts and/or pages. I now know that it does not do that, although it can certainly be abused in that way.

This seems to be what the majority of complainants are arguing: it’s a bad idea because content thieves can use it to steal other people’s work. But content thieves were stealing other people’s work before and will continue to do so if it is removed.

People who steal content will do so regardless. People who do not steal content are not going to suddenly trash their values and start plagiarizing just because now it can be done with greater efficiency.

To those of you who think WordPress should not have this feature, I submit that you should stop blogging altogether. After all, posting your content on the internet makes it easier for people to steal it. And we should probably stop emailing and using instant messengers because they’re also prone to abuse. Better yet, let’s just shut down our computers and call it quits, because the internet itself is prone to abuse in uncountable ways.

Now that we’re no longer using computers, we can focus on all the other things that are potentially dangerous or harmful. How about cars? We shouldn’t have cars because people can drive them while intoxicated and kill or injure themselves and other people.

We should probably get rid of our phones too, because they’re often used by stalkers to harass people. And while we’re on that slippery slope anyway, let’s go ahead and dump our kitchen knives, since people have been known to use them as weapons. And the kid’s baseball bat needs to go — it could be used to vandalize someone’s property.

Matches can be used to commit arson. Belts can be used to beat children. Pillows can be used to suffocate people. Antifreeze can kill animals. People can drown in swimming pools. Or bathtubs. Ropes can be used to strangle people. Cameras can be used to exploit people. Binocular and telescopes can be used to spy on people. Sleeping pills can be used to commit suicide. Or murder. Gasoline, paint and a variety of other things, when huffed, can result in hypoxia.

The list goes on.

We don’t get rid of any of those potentially dangerous and harmful things because we recognize their usefulness. They make our lives easier and often more enjoyable. Let’s keep Press This for the same reason. There are steps you can take to deal with content thieves, and those steps are exactly the same with or without this new feature.

Now go and press something.

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On