So, I saw two kids on leashes while at the Monteray Bay Aquarium yesterday. They were from entirely different families and they had the exact same leash which had a brown stuffed monkey on the back.
If you are going to go so far as to put your child on a leash, you should pay attention to what they're doing and not treat them like a dog that is on a leash that can take care of itself.
However, while I'm innocently watchin' some fish, the little asian girl-on-a-leash comes running in front of me and her leash wraps around my legs. The father stands there and takes pictures of a starfish.
HOW CAN YOU NOT CONTROL YOUR CHILD? THEY ARE ALREADY ON A FRIKKIN LEASH!!!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Idle.
She sat beneath the tree and looked up at the sky. She didn't know what type of tree it was, nor did it matter. It filled the air with the scent of plant as a warm breeze blew by, twirling her hair. The moon seemed brighter here. It bathed everything in a shimmering white light. She was at complete peace. she was as much a part of the landscape as the cool grass, the thick forest behind her, or the stars yawning in the distant charcoal sky. A tall, peeling tree trunk sat beside her, blending easily with the forest. One would not normally marvel at the tree. It was very ordinary- it took up space, and provided a specific band of shade during the day, added to the lurking shadows during the night. It was nice to look at, because it was a healthy tree with bark and leaves, but it was not important. It was the type of tree that would not matter until it was cut down- once gone, it would leave a gaping hole in its surroundings, a missing band of shade, a slightly smaller group of shadows. The girl was like the tree. Her hair did not shine, her skin did not glow in the soft light of the moon. Her eyes didn't glisten with the curiosity of a woodland nymph, and her face was not a flawless canvas of creamy skin. Sitting beneath that tree that night, bathed in moonlight and dried with shadows- one might not even see her had they passed by this small section of the forest. But were she gone, the little clearing would not be someone's little clearing. It would not be the warm, peaceful happy place of a young woman. She got up to leave- she didn't want to go, but the night did not last forever. She would leave the scene, a character missing from a story- but she would be back. It didn't matter how long she would be gone- it only mattered that she would return.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Pebble.
I'm off to Santa Cruz. And when I get back it will still be break and I'll still have homework to do and people to see. And still... I know what I'll be thinking about every day. And I don't like waiting. It gives me too much time to over-analyze.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
But Actually...
If you are having a bad day, this is more likely to cheer you up. I know I thought it was hilarious.
www.safenow.org
www.safenow.org
Having a bad day?
THE NEXT TIME YOU THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY:
Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of
forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire. The deceased male
was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with scuba tanks on his back,
flippers, and facemask. A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from
burns, but from massive internal injuries.
Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set
about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest
fire. It was revealed that on the day of the fire, the person went for a
diving trip off the coast some 20 miles from the forest. The firefighters,
seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of
helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and
then flown to the forest fire and emptied.
You guessed it. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the
Pacific, the next he was doing the breaststroke in a fire dip bucket 300
feet in the air. Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'10" of the
fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
This article was taken from the California Examiner, March 20, 1998.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STILL THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY?
A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the
kitchen. The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle when it
accidentally slipped into gear. The man, still holding onto the
handlebars, was dragged through the glass patio doors and along with the
motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house. The wife, hearing the
crash, ran into the dining room and found her husband lying on the floor,
cut and bleeding, the motorcycle lying next to him, and the shattered patio
door.
The wife ran to the phone and summoned the ambulance. Because they lived
on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of stairs to
the street to escort the paramedics to her husband. After the ambulance
arrived and transported the man to the hospital, the wife
uprighted the motorcycle and pushed it outside.
Seeing that gas was spilled on the floor, the wife got some paper towels,
blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet. The man was
treated and released to come home. Upon arriving home, he looked at the
shattered patio door and the damage done to his motorcycle. He became
despondent, went to the bathroom, sat down on the
toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped
it between his legs into the toilet bowl while seated. The wife, who was
in the kitchen, heard the loud explosion and her husband screaming. She
ran into the bathroom and found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers
had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of
his legs, and his groin.
The wife again ran to the phone to call the ambulance. The very same
paramedic crew was dispatched and the wife met them at the street. The
paramedics loaded the husband onto the stretcher and began carrying him to
the street.
While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the
wife, one of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned
himself. She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of
them slipped and tipped the stretcher, dumping the husband out. He fell down
the remaining stairs and broke his arm.
Taken from a Florida Newspaper.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STILL HAVING A BAD DAY?
Just remember, it could be worse.....
The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill
in Alaska was $8,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively
saved animals were released back into the wild amid cheers
and applause from onlookers. A minute later, in full view, a killer
whale ate them both.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of
forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire. The deceased male
was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with scuba tanks on his back,
flippers, and facemask. A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from
burns, but from massive internal injuries.
Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set
about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest
fire. It was revealed that on the day of the fire, the person went for a
diving trip off the coast some 20 miles from the forest. The firefighters,
seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of
helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and
then flown to the forest fire and emptied.
You guessed it. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the
Pacific, the next he was doing the breaststroke in a fire dip bucket 300
feet in the air. Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'10" of the
fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
This article was taken from the California Examiner, March 20, 1998.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STILL THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY?
A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the
kitchen. The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle when it
accidentally slipped into gear. The man, still holding onto the
handlebars, was dragged through the glass patio doors and along with the
motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house. The wife, hearing the
crash, ran into the dining room and found her husband lying on the floor,
cut and bleeding, the motorcycle lying next to him, and the shattered patio
door.
The wife ran to the phone and summoned the ambulance. Because they lived
on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of stairs to
the street to escort the paramedics to her husband. After the ambulance
arrived and transported the man to the hospital, the wife
uprighted the motorcycle and pushed it outside.
Seeing that gas was spilled on the floor, the wife got some paper towels,
blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet. The man was
treated and released to come home. Upon arriving home, he looked at the
shattered patio door and the damage done to his motorcycle. He became
despondent, went to the bathroom, sat down on the
toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped
it between his legs into the toilet bowl while seated. The wife, who was
in the kitchen, heard the loud explosion and her husband screaming. She
ran into the bathroom and found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers
had been blown away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of
his legs, and his groin.
The wife again ran to the phone to call the ambulance. The very same
paramedic crew was dispatched and the wife met them at the street. The
paramedics loaded the husband onto the stretcher and began carrying him to
the street.
While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the
wife, one of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned
himself. She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of
them slipped and tipped the stretcher, dumping the husband out. He fell down
the remaining stairs and broke his arm.
Taken from a Florida Newspaper.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STILL HAVING A BAD DAY?
Just remember, it could be worse.....
The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez oil spill
in Alaska was $8,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively
saved animals were released back into the wild amid cheers
and applause from onlookers. A minute later, in full view, a killer
whale ate them both.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Monday, March 22, 2010
Synapse.
I wish I could get out of my head. I'm going to have to, because there is nothing I can do for the next week and a half or so...
Another thing. Why is it that all some people do is complain? They don't look at their problems with the view of an outsider and realize how unimportant this complaint is? 'Yes, I'm sorry you feel hurt. But do you realize that you have hurt him/them much more than he/they have hurt you? YOU DON'T OWN HIM.' I want to say.
So um... it kind of sucks how often my mind wanders back to this. Why is it so hard to figure out how someone feels? It always is. Although, I do tend to assume people don't think much of me. So, maybe I'm psyching myself out. Maybe I'm being a goon. How long is four hours and twenty two minutes? It seems like a substantial amount of time to me.
Oh crap. Are they taking my bunny? Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. I think my parents are giving my pet bunny away to my neighbors. Crapppp they didn't tell me they were actually doing that! Maybe they aren't. Grrrrrr.
Another thing. Why is it that all some people do is complain? They don't look at their problems with the view of an outsider and realize how unimportant this complaint is? 'Yes, I'm sorry you feel hurt. But do you realize that you have hurt him/them much more than he/they have hurt you? YOU DON'T OWN HIM.' I want to say.
So um... it kind of sucks how often my mind wanders back to this. Why is it so hard to figure out how someone feels? It always is. Although, I do tend to assume people don't think much of me. So, maybe I'm psyching myself out. Maybe I'm being a goon. How long is four hours and twenty two minutes? It seems like a substantial amount of time to me.
Oh crap. Are they taking my bunny? Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap. I think my parents are giving my pet bunny away to my neighbors. Crapppp they didn't tell me they were actually doing that! Maybe they aren't. Grrrrrr.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Bungee.
I've been building a new perspective. I try to express myself and my new way of thinking- I obviously don't always succeed. But here I am, enjoying myself. The year is, it seems, almost over. I've grown a physical inch, and a few mental/emotional yards. I almost want to suspend myself in time, and let this year stretch on forever... the one thing I always reprimand myself for is not putting myself out there enough. But I am putting myself out there. I just want to put myself further out there. And further. And further. And I'm bound to fall at some point... so I'll just hope I'm attached to a harness when it happens.
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