It's been 366 days since you left. I was going to write this yesterday, but I had a good day and was filled with happy thoughts and memories of you, so I waited because I knew that I'd be sad if I truly thought about how much I miss you.
I can't believe that it's been 366 days since I last talked to you. I know that probably doesn't really count because you couldn't respond the last time I called, but somehow, in some way, I have to know that you knew it was me on the other end of the phone.
In some ways, the past year has flown by. Like everyone says, the holidays were difficult without you around. This was my first Valentine's Day in years that you didn't send me chocolate...or at least a card. Since I was old enough to remember, we spent Independence Day with you (as long as I wasn't traveling for work, as I've done in recent years). I was in Las Vegas this year for work, but I thought about you -- and had a hard time not crying all day. This was my first birthday without you. Seeing as my birthday's the day after Independence Day, I had a couple of really hard days.
Most days, when I think of you, I smile -- I remember your twinkling blue eyes and booming laugh. I remember how much you loved me. There are days, though, when knowing that I can't pick up the phone and call you breaks my heart.
I miss you so much, Pop. I wonder if you'd like my tattoo that I got in your memory. I wonder if you're proud of me. I wonder if you found amusement in the Exit sign that inadvertently hung above your casket in the funeral home, due to fire martial regulations. (Somehow, I think you might have appreciated the irony.) I wonder if you'd be amused by the fact that I'm seriously thinking about taking a hunter safety course this summer so I can hunt deer with Jason next winter, even though I'm still not sure I want to actually take my own deer. (I have a hunch you'd be tickled.)
Next year, when it's been 730 days, I hope that my memories of you are still as sharp. I hope I can still hear your laugh and see your twinkling eyes. I know that time will dull the pain, but I hope that it doesn't dull my memories of you.
Most of all, Pop, I hope you know how much I still love you.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Giving Thanks
Turkey, sweet potatoes, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cream cheese corn, homemade rolls, gravy, cranberries, pumpkin pie…Thanksgiving just tastes so sweet! I have to admit, though, I’m not particularly excited for Turkey Day this year. So, while I’m not necessarily excited about the holiday yet, I’m determined to get myself in the spirit.
Honestly, I AM looking forward to having a couple of days off, if for no other reason than to relax and spend some time with friends. I’m not going to Kansas this year because I was supposed to work the day after Thanksgiving – and that’s just way too far to drive for a meal. So, I’m staying in Oklahoma and probably will be joining Jason and his family for the day. If that doesn’t work out, I’ll be joining Joel and Mary and their crew for lunch; if that’s the case, I’ll just plan on wearing sweat pants and rolling myself home – and then not eating for about four days after!
Then, you have Black Friday…the shopping day to end all shopping days! I was supposed to work, but I *just* found out that we get the day off this year. Whoo-hoo! I’m going to try to get some shopping done.
After that, the Christmas countdown begins in earnest. And I can happily say that I AM excited about Christmas this year! I’m going back to Kansas for the first time in what seems like forever and will be spending several days with my family and friends. I hope to make a stop in Wichita and see some friends I haven’t seen in a while – especially Roy and Lisa and their adorable kids. I LOVE Christmas and all that goes with it – the cooking, baking, shopping, wrapping, sneaking, surprising, laughter, smiles, good cheer, and more. All in all, I’m looking forward to all of it – including NOT seeing my father.
But, let’s rewind a minute – since I’m having a hard time getting excited about Thanksgiving this year, I decided to start thinking about things for which I’m thankful. So here, in short order, are some of the things for which I’m thankful this year:
My family – They say you can’t pick your family, but if I could, I think I’d keep most of mine (at least the maternal side). I’ll even keep some of the fruits and nuts because they add spice to life.
Jason – I’m pretty much the luckiest girl in the world to have such an awesome boyfriend.
Tess and Tanner – There’s nothing better than a puppy hug at the end of a long day!
My friends – They say you can’t pick your friends…wait, that’s your family that you don’t get to pick. In all seriousness, I’ve got some of the most amazing friends in the world and they really ARE my second family. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
I’m thankful for so much more, but I don’t want to get sappy here – and I’m definitely not going to be like the person at work who’s most thankful for the fact that “The Sooners suck less than Texas this year.”
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Honestly, I AM looking forward to having a couple of days off, if for no other reason than to relax and spend some time with friends. I’m not going to Kansas this year because I was supposed to work the day after Thanksgiving – and that’s just way too far to drive for a meal. So, I’m staying in Oklahoma and probably will be joining Jason and his family for the day. If that doesn’t work out, I’ll be joining Joel and Mary and their crew for lunch; if that’s the case, I’ll just plan on wearing sweat pants and rolling myself home – and then not eating for about four days after!
Then, you have Black Friday…the shopping day to end all shopping days! I was supposed to work, but I *just* found out that we get the day off this year. Whoo-hoo! I’m going to try to get some shopping done.
After that, the Christmas countdown begins in earnest. And I can happily say that I AM excited about Christmas this year! I’m going back to Kansas for the first time in what seems like forever and will be spending several days with my family and friends. I hope to make a stop in Wichita and see some friends I haven’t seen in a while – especially Roy and Lisa and their adorable kids. I LOVE Christmas and all that goes with it – the cooking, baking, shopping, wrapping, sneaking, surprising, laughter, smiles, good cheer, and more. All in all, I’m looking forward to all of it – including NOT seeing my father.
But, let’s rewind a minute – since I’m having a hard time getting excited about Thanksgiving this year, I decided to start thinking about things for which I’m thankful. So here, in short order, are some of the things for which I’m thankful this year:
My family – They say you can’t pick your family, but if I could, I think I’d keep most of mine (at least the maternal side). I’ll even keep some of the fruits and nuts because they add spice to life.
Jason – I’m pretty much the luckiest girl in the world to have such an awesome boyfriend.
Tess and Tanner – There’s nothing better than a puppy hug at the end of a long day!
My friends – They say you can’t pick your friends…wait, that’s your family that you don’t get to pick. In all seriousness, I’ve got some of the most amazing friends in the world and they really ARE my second family. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
I’m thankful for so much more, but I don’t want to get sappy here – and I’m definitely not going to be like the person at work who’s most thankful for the fact that “The Sooners suck less than Texas this year.”
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Bibles and Bras
Ahhh…Oklahoma…land of the hypocrites!
Deeply entrenched in the bible belt, most Oklahomans love their guns and their god, while they loudly and proudly proclaim their distaste for religions other than Christianity, homosexuality, and anyone who dares to be pro-choice.
So yesterday, the announcement was made that the Lingerie Football League was interested in bringing a “team” to Oklahoma City. According to the articles I read, the LFL is comprised of teams of women who wear lingerie (duh) while playing football. A few other major league cities have teams and they believed their next location should be Oklahoma City. It took approximately 3.48 seconds for OKC Mayor Mick Cornett to offer up a resounding “Hell, NO!” to the idea of a Lingerie Football League making its home in our city.
How do we get to the correlation between devout Christians and Mayor Mick’s rejection of the LFL? Well, it’s like this…Mayor Mick’s rejection was met with massive amounts of hostility – people seem to love the idea of the LFL coming to OKC and are enraged that he’s blocking their attempt to develop a local team.
Wait…this is the bible belt, right? If we’re filled with truly devout Christians, then why in the world are we so angry that our mayor doesn’t want to allow in a “team” that focuses on extremely scantily clad women, beer drinking, and other “immoral” ideas – a “team” that is extremely degrading to women? To me, it seems that a true Christian wouldn’t want to see something like the LFL in their state…but, then again, it seems like many Oklahoma Christians are hypocrites – it’s the whole do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do mentality.
While Mayor Mick hasn’t given exact reasons as to why an LFL team wouldn’t be allowed to play at either the Cox Center or the Arena Formerly Known as the Ford Center, there are thought to be several – including the fact that the entire LFL is in a major financial bind and appears to be on the brink of financial disaster. I truly don’t think that he’s trying to infuse morality into our city – if he was, then I doubt he’d be such a huge OKC Thunder supporter, what with their equally scantily-clad Thunder Girls. I believe it’s simply a matter of making a sound business decision.
Deeply entrenched in the bible belt, most Oklahomans love their guns and their god, while they loudly and proudly proclaim their distaste for religions other than Christianity, homosexuality, and anyone who dares to be pro-choice.
So yesterday, the announcement was made that the Lingerie Football League was interested in bringing a “team” to Oklahoma City. According to the articles I read, the LFL is comprised of teams of women who wear lingerie (duh) while playing football. A few other major league cities have teams and they believed their next location should be Oklahoma City. It took approximately 3.48 seconds for OKC Mayor Mick Cornett to offer up a resounding “Hell, NO!” to the idea of a Lingerie Football League making its home in our city.
How do we get to the correlation between devout Christians and Mayor Mick’s rejection of the LFL? Well, it’s like this…Mayor Mick’s rejection was met with massive amounts of hostility – people seem to love the idea of the LFL coming to OKC and are enraged that he’s blocking their attempt to develop a local team.
Wait…this is the bible belt, right? If we’re filled with truly devout Christians, then why in the world are we so angry that our mayor doesn’t want to allow in a “team” that focuses on extremely scantily clad women, beer drinking, and other “immoral” ideas – a “team” that is extremely degrading to women? To me, it seems that a true Christian wouldn’t want to see something like the LFL in their state…but, then again, it seems like many Oklahoma Christians are hypocrites – it’s the whole do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do mentality.
While Mayor Mick hasn’t given exact reasons as to why an LFL team wouldn’t be allowed to play at either the Cox Center or the Arena Formerly Known as the Ford Center, there are thought to be several – including the fact that the entire LFL is in a major financial bind and appears to be on the brink of financial disaster. I truly don’t think that he’s trying to infuse morality into our city – if he was, then I doubt he’d be such a huge OKC Thunder supporter, what with their equally scantily-clad Thunder Girls. I believe it’s simply a matter of making a sound business decision.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Political Vomit
Excuse me while I spew a little political vomit. This is mostly just my stream of thoughts right now, so it might not all pull together well. I think you'll get the idea, though.
Last Tuesday, my state experienced a major change. (Actually, our entire country experienced a major change, but for the sake of this post, I'm simply thinking about my state's change...and that, honestly, is a whole heck of a lot for me to absorb.) For the first time in state history, the majority of all elected State of Oklahoma offices will be held by republicans, come January. And, to be brutally honest, it scares me.
When I moved to Oklahoma more than five years ago, I was excited to learn that I was moving to a primarily democrat-led state. I soon figured out that Oklahoma democrats basically are just democrats in GOP clothing, but there still were a few true democrats out there...a few like me...a few *true* liberals. While those true liberals are few and far between, it's always made me feel at least a little better.
Two years ago, we, as a nation, elected our first democratic president in eight years -- President Obama. We all knew that he was inheriting a huge mess from the previous eight years, but I believe that most of us had great hope that he could get our nation back on track. Fast forward two years and it seems that almost no one is happy with President Obama. He hasn't accomplished as much as I'd hoped, but realistically, I understand that it took us more than two years to get into this mess, so it's going to take a heck of a lot more than two to get us out.
So, last week, due to massive amounts of unhappiness with our nation's administration, people flocked to the polls. Sadly, this unhappiness manifested itself throughout the entire elections -- both locally, on a state level, and nationally.
In Oklahoma, every single elected political administrative office will now be held by republicans. After January, there will scarcely be a democrat to be found in the state capitol, save the few in the House and Senate who managed to be elected. We ousted some perfectly great democratic administrative officials (insurance commissioner, for one) based solely on the fact that they are democrats. Instead, we elected a very conservative governor who's tight with Sarah Palin...a lieutenant governor who's primarily concerned with making all abortion illegal...and more.
Oh, and we also passed some seriously ridiculous state questions, including one banning the use of Shariah Law and/or all religious and international law (anyone stop to think about some of those little treaties -- you know, like the Geneva Convention?) and one mandating the presentation of official identification at the poll (wait, that happened to me last week anyway). Lawsuits already have been filed regarding the question disavowing the use of Shariah Law. There's no doubt that this new law is unconstitutional and will not hold, but, hey, let's pass it anyway and then spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to fight it in court! It's not like we're not already in the middle of a budget crisis!!!
I'm worried about what's going to happen in the next several years. I'm afraid that the already monsterous gap between the haves and have nots is going to get even more insurmountable. I worry that we're going to continue to try to take away rights through numerous means. I'm concerned that we're going to increase the amount of xenophobia in this state -- and, let me tell you, we don't need any more than we already experience! I'm worried that things are just going to get worse.
I have to wonder how we're going to make it through the next two-four years. The only thing I can hope is that, come next election cycle, people will be unhappy with this new "change" that they voted it -- and that common sense will prevail and we won't become our own worst enemy.
Last Tuesday, my state experienced a major change. (Actually, our entire country experienced a major change, but for the sake of this post, I'm simply thinking about my state's change...and that, honestly, is a whole heck of a lot for me to absorb.) For the first time in state history, the majority of all elected State of Oklahoma offices will be held by republicans, come January. And, to be brutally honest, it scares me.
When I moved to Oklahoma more than five years ago, I was excited to learn that I was moving to a primarily democrat-led state. I soon figured out that Oklahoma democrats basically are just democrats in GOP clothing, but there still were a few true democrats out there...a few like me...a few *true* liberals. While those true liberals are few and far between, it's always made me feel at least a little better.
Two years ago, we, as a nation, elected our first democratic president in eight years -- President Obama. We all knew that he was inheriting a huge mess from the previous eight years, but I believe that most of us had great hope that he could get our nation back on track. Fast forward two years and it seems that almost no one is happy with President Obama. He hasn't accomplished as much as I'd hoped, but realistically, I understand that it took us more than two years to get into this mess, so it's going to take a heck of a lot more than two to get us out.
So, last week, due to massive amounts of unhappiness with our nation's administration, people flocked to the polls. Sadly, this unhappiness manifested itself throughout the entire elections -- both locally, on a state level, and nationally.
In Oklahoma, every single elected political administrative office will now be held by republicans. After January, there will scarcely be a democrat to be found in the state capitol, save the few in the House and Senate who managed to be elected. We ousted some perfectly great democratic administrative officials (insurance commissioner, for one) based solely on the fact that they are democrats. Instead, we elected a very conservative governor who's tight with Sarah Palin...a lieutenant governor who's primarily concerned with making all abortion illegal...and more.
Oh, and we also passed some seriously ridiculous state questions, including one banning the use of Shariah Law and/or all religious and international law (anyone stop to think about some of those little treaties -- you know, like the Geneva Convention?) and one mandating the presentation of official identification at the poll (wait, that happened to me last week anyway). Lawsuits already have been filed regarding the question disavowing the use of Shariah Law. There's no doubt that this new law is unconstitutional and will not hold, but, hey, let's pass it anyway and then spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to fight it in court! It's not like we're not already in the middle of a budget crisis!!!
I'm worried about what's going to happen in the next several years. I'm afraid that the already monsterous gap between the haves and have nots is going to get even more insurmountable. I worry that we're going to continue to try to take away rights through numerous means. I'm concerned that we're going to increase the amount of xenophobia in this state -- and, let me tell you, we don't need any more than we already experience! I'm worried that things are just going to get worse.
I have to wonder how we're going to make it through the next two-four years. The only thing I can hope is that, come next election cycle, people will be unhappy with this new "change" that they voted it -- and that common sense will prevail and we won't become our own worst enemy.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Choosing to be Happy
Contrary to the popular saying, life isn’t always a bowl of cherries…at least my life isn’t! I have awesome days, I have crappy days, and I have days that are just, well, days. I long ago learned that some situations are great and others are not-so-great and, while I can’t necessarily do anything to change my situation every single time I don’t love it, there is something I can control – my own personal happiness.
Sometimes life doesn’t give you exactly what you love – your current job may not be your dream job, you may live in a city that doesn’t really feel like home, or you may want to weigh more, or in my case, a whole lot less. There are things that each of us can do to affect change in these situations – look for a new job, make our house and city an actual ‘home’, or exercise to gain or lose weight…but it’s sometimes hard because these things typically don’t happen overnight. Rather, they take time, dedication, and perseverance. And, of course, there are always things that can’t be changed – someone’s opinion of us, the temperature outside, and the color of the sky. We just have to learn to live with those things.
So, what do I do in the meantime? I try to make the best out of every situation. There’s almost always something positive to be found in every life situation, no matter how dire it may seem. To that end, I CHOOSE to be happy. Sure, I really want to lose weight, but instead of sitting around, whining about being fat, and letting life pass me by, I’m working on it slowly and still enjoying all that life has to offer. Sure, it would be easy to mope and pout because I can’t wear the cute jeans I bought three years ago, but I’d rather enjoy life – albeit in a pair of pants that’s a size larger (and they’re still cute). Life’s way too short to let it pass me by! So, now it’s up to you – are you going to choose to be happy or are you going sit around and let your current situation take away from your potential happiness? I’m choosing happiness.
Sometimes life doesn’t give you exactly what you love – your current job may not be your dream job, you may live in a city that doesn’t really feel like home, or you may want to weigh more, or in my case, a whole lot less. There are things that each of us can do to affect change in these situations – look for a new job, make our house and city an actual ‘home’, or exercise to gain or lose weight…but it’s sometimes hard because these things typically don’t happen overnight. Rather, they take time, dedication, and perseverance. And, of course, there are always things that can’t be changed – someone’s opinion of us, the temperature outside, and the color of the sky. We just have to learn to live with those things.
So, what do I do in the meantime? I try to make the best out of every situation. There’s almost always something positive to be found in every life situation, no matter how dire it may seem. To that end, I CHOOSE to be happy. Sure, I really want to lose weight, but instead of sitting around, whining about being fat, and letting life pass me by, I’m working on it slowly and still enjoying all that life has to offer. Sure, it would be easy to mope and pout because I can’t wear the cute jeans I bought three years ago, but I’d rather enjoy life – albeit in a pair of pants that’s a size larger (and they’re still cute). Life’s way too short to let it pass me by! So, now it’s up to you – are you going to choose to be happy or are you going sit around and let your current situation take away from your potential happiness? I’m choosing happiness.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Do Your Part!
I'm a firm believe in our right...no, make that our DUTY...to vote. I registered to vote shortly after I turned 18 and have proudly voted since that day. Now, perhaps more than ever, it's direly important to make your voice heard by voting.
Next Tuesday, November 2, is election day in Oklahoma. We'll choose a new governor, lieutenant governor, insurance commissioner, state superintendent, legislators, and more. You may think that since these are state-level elections, your vote doesn't make a difference. You'd be wrong. Each and every single vote counts. If you vote, even if your chosen candidate isn't successful, you'll make your voice heard...you'll say your part...you'll be doing your duty.
I don't want to tell you for whom you should vote (okay, so I really DO want to, but it's your decision and that's part of the beauty of voting). But I do want voters to be educated and ready to make decisions based on facts. In this election, in some ways, it seems more confusing than ever. But careful research can help you find the facts.
During this election, Oklahomans will vote on 11 (yes ELEVEN) different state questions, running the gamut. There are several questions on which I've definitively decided my vote (744, for example), but there are still others about which I have questions. So, tonight, I set out to learn more about them. I found this website: https://www.sos.ok.gov/gov/proposed_questions.aspx. It describes each state question in detail, which should help voters be better prepared, come Tuesday.
I also learned this evening that voters can take a "cheat sheet" into the voting booth with them. This cheat sheet cannot be used in an attempt to sway other voters, but it can be used to help you remember your research and decide how you want to vote.
While I'm decided on many of the races for the main offices, I've still got some research to do -- and some decisions to make. But, by next Tuesday, I'll have made my decisions and be ready to make my voice heard. Please, do the same.
Next Tuesday, November 2, is election day in Oklahoma. We'll choose a new governor, lieutenant governor, insurance commissioner, state superintendent, legislators, and more. You may think that since these are state-level elections, your vote doesn't make a difference. You'd be wrong. Each and every single vote counts. If you vote, even if your chosen candidate isn't successful, you'll make your voice heard...you'll say your part...you'll be doing your duty.
I don't want to tell you for whom you should vote (okay, so I really DO want to, but it's your decision and that's part of the beauty of voting). But I do want voters to be educated and ready to make decisions based on facts. In this election, in some ways, it seems more confusing than ever. But careful research can help you find the facts.
During this election, Oklahomans will vote on 11 (yes ELEVEN) different state questions, running the gamut. There are several questions on which I've definitively decided my vote (744, for example), but there are still others about which I have questions. So, tonight, I set out to learn more about them. I found this website: https://www.sos.ok.gov/gov/proposed_questions.aspx. It describes each state question in detail, which should help voters be better prepared, come Tuesday.
I also learned this evening that voters can take a "cheat sheet" into the voting booth with them. This cheat sheet cannot be used in an attempt to sway other voters, but it can be used to help you remember your research and decide how you want to vote.
While I'm decided on many of the races for the main offices, I've still got some research to do -- and some decisions to make. But, by next Tuesday, I'll have made my decisions and be ready to make my voice heard. Please, do the same.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Oklahoma vs. DC
Ah, yes...I just saw a commercial for esteemed Oklahoma gubernatorial candidate Mary Fallin. Mary Fallin...the political conservative...the woman who's endorsed by Sarah Palin...the woman who says that she's sick of Washington politics...the woman who's full of the "do as I say" mentality. The woman who, quite frankly, I believe to be a huge hypocrite.
A couple of years ago, Fallin successfully ran for US Congress and won. She represented Oklahoma at the national level and now has decided to run for governor. Her reasoning, at least according to the commercial I just saw? "I'm sick of Washington politics! The best way to fight the politics as usual is as your next governor."
Really? The best way to fight Washington politics is as a state governor, rather than a congressional representative, where you can actively vote and have a voice? Really? That's like me saying that the best way to improve the economy in the state of Hawaii is by living in Kansas. Seriously. (Oh, wait...being a congresswoman should dictate that you actually show up and vote, but I digress.)
Don't get me wrong -- I'm glad she's no longer in Washington. I'd like to see someone with some true common sense and a bit more liberal lean represent me, but this is Oklahoma, so that's probably not going to happen.
But I'm scared about the possibility of her being our next governor. She's super conservative and has very different thoughts, values, and beliefs. Our state's in the midst of what I believe is pretty much a full-on budget crisis. We need to be focused on what we can do to save money and turn our economy around. Instead, I'm worried that our state government will, once again, focus their time on unconstitutional things, such as the abortion ultrasound bills, and end up wasting more of our money on the frivilous lawsuits that are sure to follow. Thankfully, Governor Henry has done his best to veto those illegal bills, but he's been overthrown before -- and now is term-limited and gone very soon. So I'm worried about Fallin winning -- she'll probably just sign those bills right into law, illegalities be damned.
While I supported Drew Edmondson in the primary election against Jari Askins, he didn't win the primary vote. So now I'm supporting Askins. Sure, she's a bit conservative for my tastes, but you know what? I think she's got a good head on her shoulders and will stop and think about things, much like Governor Henry has done these past eight years.
Polls indicate that Fallin and Askins are pretty much neck-and-neck right now. Some major players are predicting a win for Fallin, but I have faith that Askins can come around and surprise everyone. At least I hope she can!
A couple of years ago, Fallin successfully ran for US Congress and won. She represented Oklahoma at the national level and now has decided to run for governor. Her reasoning, at least according to the commercial I just saw? "I'm sick of Washington politics! The best way to fight the politics as usual is as your next governor."
Really? The best way to fight Washington politics is as a state governor, rather than a congressional representative, where you can actively vote and have a voice? Really? That's like me saying that the best way to improve the economy in the state of Hawaii is by living in Kansas. Seriously. (Oh, wait...being a congresswoman should dictate that you actually show up and vote, but I digress.)
Don't get me wrong -- I'm glad she's no longer in Washington. I'd like to see someone with some true common sense and a bit more liberal lean represent me, but this is Oklahoma, so that's probably not going to happen.
But I'm scared about the possibility of her being our next governor. She's super conservative and has very different thoughts, values, and beliefs. Our state's in the midst of what I believe is pretty much a full-on budget crisis. We need to be focused on what we can do to save money and turn our economy around. Instead, I'm worried that our state government will, once again, focus their time on unconstitutional things, such as the abortion ultrasound bills, and end up wasting more of our money on the frivilous lawsuits that are sure to follow. Thankfully, Governor Henry has done his best to veto those illegal bills, but he's been overthrown before -- and now is term-limited and gone very soon. So I'm worried about Fallin winning -- she'll probably just sign those bills right into law, illegalities be damned.
While I supported Drew Edmondson in the primary election against Jari Askins, he didn't win the primary vote. So now I'm supporting Askins. Sure, she's a bit conservative for my tastes, but you know what? I think she's got a good head on her shoulders and will stop and think about things, much like Governor Henry has done these past eight years.
Polls indicate that Fallin and Askins are pretty much neck-and-neck right now. Some major players are predicting a win for Fallin, but I have faith that Askins can come around and surprise everyone. At least I hope she can!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Letting Bygones be Bygones
I’ve learned in life that it’s sometimes important to my mental health to let bygones be bygones. There are people from my past who have wronged me, if you will, but I’ve chosen to let go of my grudges for many of them. It’s just not worth the mental stress to hold a grudge for so long. And, as I’ve learned, sometimes people change. They grow up.
I’m the first to admit that I have bad days. I’m also the first to admit that I do like things to happen my way and that I sometimes get testy when they don’t go how I want. And, yes, I’m known to complain, sometimes quite prolifically, if I experience poor customer service. But, despite all of this, I’d like to think that I’m still a pretty decent human being inside. I always try to remember to treat others as I’d want to be treated (no, it doesn’t always happen, but I’m really working on it).
So what prompted this post? Well, lots of things actually, but one in particular has been bugging me for the past several days: I’m an active Facebooker. I enjoy staying in touch with people from my past, especially those from years ago – those I might not otherwise see, such as many of my high school classmates. I like to know what’s happened to people, but not to make fun of them or be rude – I’m happy to see their successes and am sad when they’re hurting. Do I have friends on my Facebook list who haven’t always been terrifically close to me (and even some to whom I’m *still* not close)? Sure – I think everyone does. All of that said…there’s someone on my friends list who friended me, along with several of my high school classmates, but never hesitates to cut down pretty much everyone from high school, although she at least chooses not to slam people by name. We were never close in the past, but I always thought she was nice and I believe I was always kind to her. I can’t say for sure if anyone was ever not nice to her, but that’s the impression I get.
When I first started reading her snarky little posts, it stung. Then, it made me angry. Now, I just kind of feel sorry for her. I’m guessing she’s not had an easy go of things since high school and the best way to make herself feel better is to cut others down. I’m sorry that she’s struggled in life. But, you know what? I think everyone has, at least in some form or another. We’ve all faced frustrations and difficulties and sometimes things aren’t always what they seem. People change. They grow up. If she’d give people a chance, I think she might be pleasantly surprised to learn that people really do care for her. But that’s a decision that she’s going to have to make on her own…a decision that I suspect she’ll never actually make.
I don’t spend my time re-living the so-called glory of my high school years…nor my college years. High school certainly wasn’t the greatest time of my life and I have less than zero desire to go back. However, I still have friends from those years and I fully believe that, 14 years later, it’s time for everyone to let bygones be bygones and to move on with life.
I’m the first to admit that I have bad days. I’m also the first to admit that I do like things to happen my way and that I sometimes get testy when they don’t go how I want. And, yes, I’m known to complain, sometimes quite prolifically, if I experience poor customer service. But, despite all of this, I’d like to think that I’m still a pretty decent human being inside. I always try to remember to treat others as I’d want to be treated (no, it doesn’t always happen, but I’m really working on it).
So what prompted this post? Well, lots of things actually, but one in particular has been bugging me for the past several days: I’m an active Facebooker. I enjoy staying in touch with people from my past, especially those from years ago – those I might not otherwise see, such as many of my high school classmates. I like to know what’s happened to people, but not to make fun of them or be rude – I’m happy to see their successes and am sad when they’re hurting. Do I have friends on my Facebook list who haven’t always been terrifically close to me (and even some to whom I’m *still* not close)? Sure – I think everyone does. All of that said…there’s someone on my friends list who friended me, along with several of my high school classmates, but never hesitates to cut down pretty much everyone from high school, although she at least chooses not to slam people by name. We were never close in the past, but I always thought she was nice and I believe I was always kind to her. I can’t say for sure if anyone was ever not nice to her, but that’s the impression I get.
When I first started reading her snarky little posts, it stung. Then, it made me angry. Now, I just kind of feel sorry for her. I’m guessing she’s not had an easy go of things since high school and the best way to make herself feel better is to cut others down. I’m sorry that she’s struggled in life. But, you know what? I think everyone has, at least in some form or another. We’ve all faced frustrations and difficulties and sometimes things aren’t always what they seem. People change. They grow up. If she’d give people a chance, I think she might be pleasantly surprised to learn that people really do care for her. But that’s a decision that she’s going to have to make on her own…a decision that I suspect she’ll never actually make.
I don’t spend my time re-living the so-called glory of my high school years…nor my college years. High school certainly wasn’t the greatest time of my life and I have less than zero desire to go back. However, I still have friends from those years and I fully believe that, 14 years later, it’s time for everyone to let bygones be bygones and to move on with life.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Still Life Saturday
A local author and creative genius, who I admire very much, challenged several people on twitter to participate in Still Life Saturday. Basically, the idea was to take photos throughout your day on Saturday, documenting the things you did, even if they were the mundane. The following is my Still Life Saturday for August 28:
It all started with me leaving Jason's at 8 am to head home to meet the A/C repairman. I waited...and waited...and waited...and watched the clock for several hours:
Once the repairman was gone and my A/C was still not fixed, Jase suggested making the day better by grabbing lunch from one of my favorite places in the world. If you're from Edmond, you may recognize this menu:
After lunch, we decided to take the wave runners out to the lake to test drive them before we head to Grand for vacation next week. As a precaution, my awesome and mechanically inclined guy added some fuel stabilizer:
Ahhh...waiting to unload:
Saying goodbye to the lake after playing:
Tess was happy for us to come home:
And Tanner was content to play with his favorite toy -- a bottle pilfered from the recycling bin:
Are my photos great? Nope...partially because I took them with my cell phone, rather than my actual camera. No matter, though -- I still think this was a great idea and it's one that I'm eager to repeat in the very near future...and maybe that's because it helped me realize that even they typical weekends can be spicy, flavorful, and absolutely awesome!
It all started with me leaving Jason's at 8 am to head home to meet the A/C repairman. I waited...and waited...and waited...and watched the clock for several hours:
Once the repairman was gone and my A/C was still not fixed, Jase suggested making the day better by grabbing lunch from one of my favorite places in the world. If you're from Edmond, you may recognize this menu:
After lunch, we decided to take the wave runners out to the lake to test drive them before we head to Grand for vacation next week. As a precaution, my awesome and mechanically inclined guy added some fuel stabilizer:
Ahhh...waiting to unload:
Saying goodbye to the lake after playing:
Tess was happy for us to come home:
And Tanner was content to play with his favorite toy -- a bottle pilfered from the recycling bin:
Are my photos great? Nope...partially because I took them with my cell phone, rather than my actual camera. No matter, though -- I still think this was a great idea and it's one that I'm eager to repeat in the very near future...and maybe that's because it helped me realize that even they typical weekends can be spicy, flavorful, and absolutely awesome!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I Wanna Be a Billionaire...
One of my current favorite songs is Billionaire, sung by Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars. I liked this song long before I ever actually truly listened to the lyrics, simply because of the music and the beat, but after I actually contemplated the song, I grew to love it even more. One line, in particular, has really made me think: “…and last but not least, grant somebody their last wish.”
Yesterday, as Jase and I were driving home from Lake Thunderbird (more on that in a later post), this song came on the radio. Once it was over, I turned to him and asked if he knew why there wasn’t an organization, similar to Make-A-Wish, for granting adult wishes. He and I both agreed it was a great idea.
Make-A-Wish is an absolutely fantastic organization and their work to grant the wishes of children with terminal illnesses is amazing. In fact, I’ve got a friend whose son was granted a wish after he overcame Stage IV cancer, which was diagnosed when he was just four months old. I whole-heartedly support their efforts.
But, I can’t help but feel that it would be nice to do something for adults who also are facing the fight of their lives. So, when we got home, I started doing some research regarding adult wishes and I came across a website for the Dream Foundation, www.dreamfoundation.org. From the research I’ve done, it appears to be a foundation that grants the wishes of adults who have terminal diseases. What an awesome mission!
At this point in my life, I’m not a rich person. I still believe that this is an incredibly worthwhile endeavor and any charitable contributions that I can afford to make are going to go to this group. And, maybe, if I’m ever a billionaire, I can take a line or two from this awesome song and grant some wishes to people who deserve them!
Yesterday, as Jase and I were driving home from Lake Thunderbird (more on that in a later post), this song came on the radio. Once it was over, I turned to him and asked if he knew why there wasn’t an organization, similar to Make-A-Wish, for granting adult wishes. He and I both agreed it was a great idea.
Make-A-Wish is an absolutely fantastic organization and their work to grant the wishes of children with terminal illnesses is amazing. In fact, I’ve got a friend whose son was granted a wish after he overcame Stage IV cancer, which was diagnosed when he was just four months old. I whole-heartedly support their efforts.
But, I can’t help but feel that it would be nice to do something for adults who also are facing the fight of their lives. So, when we got home, I started doing some research regarding adult wishes and I came across a website for the Dream Foundation, www.dreamfoundation.org. From the research I’ve done, it appears to be a foundation that grants the wishes of adults who have terminal diseases. What an awesome mission!
At this point in my life, I’m not a rich person. I still believe that this is an incredibly worthwhile endeavor and any charitable contributions that I can afford to make are going to go to this group. And, maybe, if I’m ever a billionaire, I can take a line or two from this awesome song and grant some wishes to people who deserve them!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sucker Punched
Within the past few weeks, I know at least three people who have been diagnosed with cancer. Happily, one is expected to have a good outcome. Another has a slightly less bright future, but still has some hope. And the third? Well, the third has me feeling like I've been sucker punched.
When I saw my phone flashing with a text alert this evening, I instinctively knew that the message wasn't going to hold good news. I had no idea that I'd learn that a man I've known for the last ten years has been diagnosed with terminal, Stage IV, liver cancer that's totally inoperable. He's got six months to live.
I'm just sick to my stomach. I can't even put into words how shocked I am right now. I've lost friends and family to cancer before, but for some reason, this has just hit me hard and I can't really pinpoint why.
I think part of it is because he's such a happy, friendly, kind, loving, and outgoing guy. I met him and his partner when I took my first professional job out of college -- and we immediately became friends. I haven't seen either of these guys much in the past six years, due to my various moves, but we always exchange Christmas cards. I have a picture of the three of us that sits on a table in my living room -- and they have the same picture of us up at work. Every time I look at it, I smile.
From what I've been told, he's remaining very positive about his situation. He doesn't want everyone to know because he doesn't want people going out of their way and making a big deal over him. In fact, he's such a trouper that he's been given pain medication and he's planning on continuing to work until he absolutely can no longer handle it. But I cannot imagine what he's really feeling inside.
I'll eventually get my head wrapped around this and quit feeling so shocked. I want so badly to call my friends, but I want to wait until I'm in a better mindframe. Hopefully I'll be able to call them this weekend.
Side note: I realize that this is somewhat long and rambling and I'm very sorry. I just need to get this off my chest.
When I saw my phone flashing with a text alert this evening, I instinctively knew that the message wasn't going to hold good news. I had no idea that I'd learn that a man I've known for the last ten years has been diagnosed with terminal, Stage IV, liver cancer that's totally inoperable. He's got six months to live.
I'm just sick to my stomach. I can't even put into words how shocked I am right now. I've lost friends and family to cancer before, but for some reason, this has just hit me hard and I can't really pinpoint why.
I think part of it is because he's such a happy, friendly, kind, loving, and outgoing guy. I met him and his partner when I took my first professional job out of college -- and we immediately became friends. I haven't seen either of these guys much in the past six years, due to my various moves, but we always exchange Christmas cards. I have a picture of the three of us that sits on a table in my living room -- and they have the same picture of us up at work. Every time I look at it, I smile.
From what I've been told, he's remaining very positive about his situation. He doesn't want everyone to know because he doesn't want people going out of their way and making a big deal over him. In fact, he's such a trouper that he's been given pain medication and he's planning on continuing to work until he absolutely can no longer handle it. But I cannot imagine what he's really feeling inside.
I'll eventually get my head wrapped around this and quit feeling so shocked. I want so badly to call my friends, but I want to wait until I'm in a better mindframe. Hopefully I'll be able to call them this weekend.
Side note: I realize that this is somewhat long and rambling and I'm very sorry. I just need to get this off my chest.
Friday, July 30, 2010
The Statistic That Really Hit Home for Me
A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting on the couch doing some work while Jason watched a show on Discovery or Planet Green or History or some other informational learning channel. I was halfheartedly listening because it was interesting, but I was busy with my work.
Suddenly, through my haze of work, I heard something that made my blood run cold. I shut my computer and made Jason rewind the show, just so I could make sure that I'd heard correctly. Sadly, I had.
You see, this show was about the Earth and the things that we do to it -- the way that it's changing and the way that it will continue to change, if we don't start altering our lifestyles. So, what was the statistic that startled me? Of all of the plastic that has EVER been manufactured in the world, NONE of it has broken down or biodegraded. None. Not one single piece.
It's stupid, really, that I hadn't realized that before. I guess it makes sense because we know that plastic can be damaging. And, after watching this show, I learned just exactly HOW damaging.
How many bottles of water have I consumed in my life? How many prescriptions have I had filled? How many plastic cups or utensils have I used? How much plastic have I actually thrown away in my life? Way too much.
In the past several years, I've made an effort to recycle, but I often get lazy about it and throw it away because it's easier -- my city doesn't offer curbside recycling, so I have to haul it to the recycling center. There have been more than a few times when I haven't wanted to mess with storing boxes or bags of recyclables until I had time to make it to the center.
No more. From here on out, I'll be storing my recycling at home and making a trip to drop it off each week. I don't care that it's a little frustrating and not the easiest option. I want to do my part to make sure that our little round planet is beautiful for generations to come.
One person can't make a huge difference, but each person makes at least a small one. If we all band together and commit ourselves to recycling instead of trashing, we can make a much bigger impact. Join me, won't you?
Suddenly, through my haze of work, I heard something that made my blood run cold. I shut my computer and made Jason rewind the show, just so I could make sure that I'd heard correctly. Sadly, I had.
You see, this show was about the Earth and the things that we do to it -- the way that it's changing and the way that it will continue to change, if we don't start altering our lifestyles. So, what was the statistic that startled me? Of all of the plastic that has EVER been manufactured in the world, NONE of it has broken down or biodegraded. None. Not one single piece.
It's stupid, really, that I hadn't realized that before. I guess it makes sense because we know that plastic can be damaging. And, after watching this show, I learned just exactly HOW damaging.
How many bottles of water have I consumed in my life? How many prescriptions have I had filled? How many plastic cups or utensils have I used? How much plastic have I actually thrown away in my life? Way too much.
In the past several years, I've made an effort to recycle, but I often get lazy about it and throw it away because it's easier -- my city doesn't offer curbside recycling, so I have to haul it to the recycling center. There have been more than a few times when I haven't wanted to mess with storing boxes or bags of recyclables until I had time to make it to the center.
No more. From here on out, I'll be storing my recycling at home and making a trip to drop it off each week. I don't care that it's a little frustrating and not the easiest option. I want to do my part to make sure that our little round planet is beautiful for generations to come.
One person can't make a huge difference, but each person makes at least a small one. If we all band together and commit ourselves to recycling instead of trashing, we can make a much bigger impact. Join me, won't you?
Friday, July 23, 2010
Automatic Ways to NOT Get My Vote
I'm extremely liberal, so obviously, I'm a democrat. Even though the candidates I support typically come from the democratic party, I do vote for whomever I believe will ultimately do the best job.
There are several different things that you, as a political candidate, can do to ensure that you DON'T get my vote. Try one of the following and I will never vote for you, even if you're running against my sworn enemy:
Have a ringing, or for that matter, any other form, of endorsement from Sarah Palin. Seriously, there's no chance in hell that I'd ever vote for her, or anyone she supports. This woman truly isn't qualified to drive a garbage truck, let alone run any form of government.
Misspell or mispronounce words in your campaign ads. Randy Brogdon, candidate for Oklahoma governor, currently is running a commercial on local radio that touts that he's "different from all of those in 'Warshington.'" If you can't pronounce the Washington correctly, then you're probably not smart enough to be running for office, or recording commercials in support of candidates who are running.
Brag that you've never supported a single tax increase. Really? You've never supported a single tax increase? So we should never have developed taxes to help support education, prisons, roads, bridges, and more? You really would rather be driving a horse and buggy on a grass path, with no healthcare and no support? Okay, go ahead with your life...but I'll take my small tax increases and the things they bring on any day.
Bring god or any other religion into the equation. There's this little thing called separation of church and state. You really should remember that fact if you're running for office. I don't care about your religious affiliation -- I simply care that you're intelligent, good, decent, and moral. You don't have to brag about your religion to reassure me of these facts.
Finally, if your campaign revolves solely around slinging mud at your partner, then don't ask for my vote. Truly, I'm intelligent enough to find out about your opponent's misgivings and misdeeds. I don't need you to throw them in my face to help me make a decision. And mudslingers who are incredibly religious are even worse, in my opinion.
So, there you have it. Five huge things that you can do to ensure that you'll NEVER have my vote.
There are several different things that you, as a political candidate, can do to ensure that you DON'T get my vote. Try one of the following and I will never vote for you, even if you're running against my sworn enemy:
Have a ringing, or for that matter, any other form, of endorsement from Sarah Palin. Seriously, there's no chance in hell that I'd ever vote for her, or anyone she supports. This woman truly isn't qualified to drive a garbage truck, let alone run any form of government.
Misspell or mispronounce words in your campaign ads. Randy Brogdon, candidate for Oklahoma governor, currently is running a commercial on local radio that touts that he's "different from all of those in 'Warshington.'" If you can't pronounce the Washington correctly, then you're probably not smart enough to be running for office, or recording commercials in support of candidates who are running.
Brag that you've never supported a single tax increase. Really? You've never supported a single tax increase? So we should never have developed taxes to help support education, prisons, roads, bridges, and more? You really would rather be driving a horse and buggy on a grass path, with no healthcare and no support? Okay, go ahead with your life...but I'll take my small tax increases and the things they bring on any day.
Bring god or any other religion into the equation. There's this little thing called separation of church and state. You really should remember that fact if you're running for office. I don't care about your religious affiliation -- I simply care that you're intelligent, good, decent, and moral. You don't have to brag about your religion to reassure me of these facts.
Finally, if your campaign revolves solely around slinging mud at your partner, then don't ask for my vote. Truly, I'm intelligent enough to find out about your opponent's misgivings and misdeeds. I don't need you to throw them in my face to help me make a decision. And mudslingers who are incredibly religious are even worse, in my opinion.
So, there you have it. Five huge things that you can do to ensure that you'll NEVER have my vote.
Please Help Locate a Missing Woman!
Please help us find Tiffiny!
Tiffiny Ann Bray
Please call her family with any information you may have -- 405.250.7518.
The Comanche County Sheriff's Office needs your help finding a woman from Fletcher, Oklahoma. Tiffiny Ann Bray has been missing since 8 a.m. Monday. She is 5' 2" tall, weighs 95 lbs, has blue eyes, and long, curly blonde hair. Bray was last seen driving a 2006 white Chevy quad cab truck with Oklahoma license plate number 608-AXW. Her fiancé says she was on her way to Lawton to run errands. He received a text message from her around 10 a.m. saying that she would be home after noon, but she has not been heard from since. If you have any information on her whereabouts, call the sheriff's department at (580) 353-4280.
This is Jason's sister-in-law's cousin. Please, please, please keep your eyes open and call her family or the sheriff with any information you may have.
Tiffiny Ann Bray
Please call her family with any information you may have -- 405.250.7518.
The Comanche County Sheriff's Office needs your help finding a woman from Fletcher, Oklahoma. Tiffiny Ann Bray has been missing since 8 a.m. Monday. She is 5' 2" tall, weighs 95 lbs, has blue eyes, and long, curly blonde hair. Bray was last seen driving a 2006 white Chevy quad cab truck with Oklahoma license plate number 608-AXW. Her fiancé says she was on her way to Lawton to run errands. He received a text message from her around 10 a.m. saying that she would be home after noon, but she has not been heard from since. If you have any information on her whereabouts, call the sheriff's department at (580) 353-4280.
This is Jason's sister-in-law's cousin. Please, please, please keep your eyes open and call her family or the sheriff with any information you may have.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
What a Pain
When I was 16, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). Since prior to my diagnosis, I've dealt with myriad PCOS-related issues, including, at times, some pretty intense pain.
Three and a half years ago, I woke one morning with a massive pain in my lower right abdomen. After showering and going to work, my boss ordered me to the doctor, as he was afraid I was in the throes of an appendicitis. Less than 24 hours later, I was in surgery, having my appendix removed and having my abdomen explored, laparoscopically. Several hours later, I learned that my appendix had been fine, although they went ahead and removed it, but the pain had been caused by rupturing ovarian cysts and endometriosis.
Fast forward to this past January, when I began having severely intense pain in my lower left abdomen. I was pretty sure the pain was either PCOS or endo related, but a trip to the ER, multiple tests, and a consultation with an OB-GYN later, I still had no answers. Frustrated, I sought out yet another opinion -- this time from a reproductive endocrinologist. I had to wait until yesterday for my appointment, but finally, I have some answers.
It turns out that the new massive pain is being caused by a significant buildup of scar tissue on my left ovary. In fact, there's so much scar tissue that it's totally attached to my fallopian tube and is "frozen" in place. The right ovary has some scar tissue, but not as much.
So, what are my options from here? Well, my new doctor is a fan of the team approach to treatment, so I'm now waiting to see a gynecologic urologist and a gastrointerologist. After I've seen these two doctors, the four of us will sit down and format a treatment plan. My doctor has said that one option is surgery to remove the scar tissue and free up my ovary, thus ending the pain, but there's no guarantee that it won't grow back. In fact, it's pretty much a guarantee that it'll grow back...eventually.
For now, I sit waiting, but feeling more secure in at least having some answers. I'm in a great deal of pain, especially after some test yesterday, but at least I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hopefully I haven't offended anyone with my openness about dealing with PCOS and endometriosis. While both are truly personal problems, I think that we need to remove the stigma of discussing them so that women who are suffering will know that there are options. There's no reason to suffer in silence and no reason to spend as much time trying to find answers as I've spent in my life.
Three and a half years ago, I woke one morning with a massive pain in my lower right abdomen. After showering and going to work, my boss ordered me to the doctor, as he was afraid I was in the throes of an appendicitis. Less than 24 hours later, I was in surgery, having my appendix removed and having my abdomen explored, laparoscopically. Several hours later, I learned that my appendix had been fine, although they went ahead and removed it, but the pain had been caused by rupturing ovarian cysts and endometriosis.
Fast forward to this past January, when I began having severely intense pain in my lower left abdomen. I was pretty sure the pain was either PCOS or endo related, but a trip to the ER, multiple tests, and a consultation with an OB-GYN later, I still had no answers. Frustrated, I sought out yet another opinion -- this time from a reproductive endocrinologist. I had to wait until yesterday for my appointment, but finally, I have some answers.
It turns out that the new massive pain is being caused by a significant buildup of scar tissue on my left ovary. In fact, there's so much scar tissue that it's totally attached to my fallopian tube and is "frozen" in place. The right ovary has some scar tissue, but not as much.
So, what are my options from here? Well, my new doctor is a fan of the team approach to treatment, so I'm now waiting to see a gynecologic urologist and a gastrointerologist. After I've seen these two doctors, the four of us will sit down and format a treatment plan. My doctor has said that one option is surgery to remove the scar tissue and free up my ovary, thus ending the pain, but there's no guarantee that it won't grow back. In fact, it's pretty much a guarantee that it'll grow back...eventually.
For now, I sit waiting, but feeling more secure in at least having some answers. I'm in a great deal of pain, especially after some test yesterday, but at least I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hopefully I haven't offended anyone with my openness about dealing with PCOS and endometriosis. While both are truly personal problems, I think that we need to remove the stigma of discussing them so that women who are suffering will know that there are options. There's no reason to suffer in silence and no reason to spend as much time trying to find answers as I've spent in my life.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Lost Dog!
My friend Tracy adopted a dog last Saturday from the Oklahoma City animal shelter. This afternoon when she got home, she found that her roommate had left two of her dogs outside (they're inside dogs) and Rita, her new pup, had jumped the fence and disappeared. As you can imagine, she's heartbroken.
Rita's a two-year-old yellow lab mix who is wearing a green collar with no tags. She's only lived with Tracy for a few days, so she doesn't know her name very well yet. She was in the shelter for two weeks and her name there was Honey, but she doesn't know it well, either.
She disappeared from Tracy's house this afternoon (June 30) between 3-3:30 pm. Tracy lives on NW 31st, just north of the Paseo Arts District.
Can you help sweet Rita find her way home? If you've seen her, you can either call or text Tracy at 405.210.2949 or email her at tracy.walton@gmail.com.
Rita's a two-year-old yellow lab mix who is wearing a green collar with no tags. She's only lived with Tracy for a few days, so she doesn't know her name very well yet. She was in the shelter for two weeks and her name there was Honey, but she doesn't know it well, either.
She disappeared from Tracy's house this afternoon (June 30) between 3-3:30 pm. Tracy lives on NW 31st, just north of the Paseo Arts District.
Can you help sweet Rita find her way home? If you've seen her, you can either call or text Tracy at 405.210.2949 or email her at tracy.walton@gmail.com.
It's Who I Am
I am so many things.
I'm a daughter, sister, aunt, niece, granddaughter, friend, and girlfriend. I'm not a mom, and may never be, but I love my dog as if she is my child.
I try to be happy most of the time, but I do sometimes have a nasty temper. I protect those I love and would do nearly anything for them...or, for that matter, for nearly anyone. I love quickly and deeply and permanently. I hate to see suffering, whether it's human, animal, or any other form.
I have three tattoos, all of which are meaningful and important to me, and none of which I regret, or ever will regret. To that end, I believe in self expression and probably will end up with at least one more tattoo and eventually would like to pierce my nose.
I believe in karma and in doing no harm. While I'm not a member of any particular organized religion, I do think there probably is a higher power. And, yes, I do pray because it soothes my soul. I do not, however, judge anyone based on his or her religious beliefs and it irritates me when people do judge.
I have a job that's just basically a job. It helps me pay the bills and I work with some cool people, but my job no longer defines me. Ultimately, I'd like to be able to make it as a full-time jewelry designer.
I'm by no means rich...and, while I'd like to have more money, I'm okay with not being a millionaire. Sure, it would make life easier, but I like to think that having to sometimes pinch pennies builds character.
My relationship with my father is non-existent and I'm at peace with that fact. Just because he's my father doesn't mean that I have to honor, respect, or even like him.
When I'm really tired, I tend to either get really, really, really mean and crabby or to cry at every little thing. Of course, there are times that I laugh like a loon, but it's usually one extreme or the other.
I am so many things, all of which combine to make me uniquely me. And if, for some reason, you decide that you don't want to be my friend because of who I am, well, then, I guess that's okay. I'm me...and I'm happy being me. You either like me for being me or you don't. It's that simple.
I'm a daughter, sister, aunt, niece, granddaughter, friend, and girlfriend. I'm not a mom, and may never be, but I love my dog as if she is my child.
I try to be happy most of the time, but I do sometimes have a nasty temper. I protect those I love and would do nearly anything for them...or, for that matter, for nearly anyone. I love quickly and deeply and permanently. I hate to see suffering, whether it's human, animal, or any other form.
I have three tattoos, all of which are meaningful and important to me, and none of which I regret, or ever will regret. To that end, I believe in self expression and probably will end up with at least one more tattoo and eventually would like to pierce my nose.
I believe in karma and in doing no harm. While I'm not a member of any particular organized religion, I do think there probably is a higher power. And, yes, I do pray because it soothes my soul. I do not, however, judge anyone based on his or her religious beliefs and it irritates me when people do judge.
I have a job that's just basically a job. It helps me pay the bills and I work with some cool people, but my job no longer defines me. Ultimately, I'd like to be able to make it as a full-time jewelry designer.
I'm by no means rich...and, while I'd like to have more money, I'm okay with not being a millionaire. Sure, it would make life easier, but I like to think that having to sometimes pinch pennies builds character.
My relationship with my father is non-existent and I'm at peace with that fact. Just because he's my father doesn't mean that I have to honor, respect, or even like him.
When I'm really tired, I tend to either get really, really, really mean and crabby or to cry at every little thing. Of course, there are times that I laugh like a loon, but it's usually one extreme or the other.
I am so many things, all of which combine to make me uniquely me. And if, for some reason, you decide that you don't want to be my friend because of who I am, well, then, I guess that's okay. I'm me...and I'm happy being me. You either like me for being me or you don't. It's that simple.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
He's Way Too Young!
One evening last week, my phone rang. As I picked it up, I saw that it was my mom calling, so I answered, fully expecting to talk to her. I was a little surprised that it was my nephew calling, but I was happily pleased.
We talked for just a few minutes and then he told me why he really called. It seems he has a girlfriend and he wants to buy her a gift -- one of my bracelets. Now, this isn't the first time he's had a girlfriend, but this time, it seems a little different. In fact, this isn't even the first time that I've made a bracelet for one of his girlfriends. I made a couple for a girl's birthday two or three years ago, but that seemed to just be a little kid friendship.
This time, it seems like something's different. It seems more serious...well, at least as serious as a "relationship" can be at 11 years old.
I'm a little surprised. This is my nephew...my sweet (and, yes, extremely stubborn, at times) boy who still giggles over farts, cuddles with his Grams, and sleeps with a stuffed animal or two, when he's upset. It just doesn't seem like he should be old enough to be wanting to buy a gift for his girlfriend...especially a gift just for the heck of it. Sigh...this probably means that I'm getting old. He's still supposed to be a little boy.
We talked for just a few minutes and then he told me why he really called. It seems he has a girlfriend and he wants to buy her a gift -- one of my bracelets. Now, this isn't the first time he's had a girlfriend, but this time, it seems a little different. In fact, this isn't even the first time that I've made a bracelet for one of his girlfriends. I made a couple for a girl's birthday two or three years ago, but that seemed to just be a little kid friendship.
This time, it seems like something's different. It seems more serious...well, at least as serious as a "relationship" can be at 11 years old.
I'm a little surprised. This is my nephew...my sweet (and, yes, extremely stubborn, at times) boy who still giggles over farts, cuddles with his Grams, and sleeps with a stuffed animal or two, when he's upset. It just doesn't seem like he should be old enough to be wanting to buy a gift for his girlfriend...especially a gift just for the heck of it. Sigh...this probably means that I'm getting old. He's still supposed to be a little boy.
What Exactly Is It That You Believe?
During the past several months, Oklahoma has dealt with a plethora of nasty weather and, honestly, natural disasters. Last May, we were scorched by wildfire; in December, it was record-setting snow; in January, we had icepocalypse; in April and May, we received several nasty tornadoes, and less than two weeks later, still in May, we had one of the worst hail storms ever on record...anywhere. Oh, and let's not forget the floods from two weeks ago. I'm truly beginning to wonder when the locusts are coming, but I digress.
It's been interesting to see how my fellow Oklahomans (I despise the term Okie) have dealt with these issues. Some rely on prayer, some just pull out their boots and gloves, and still others donate time, goods, and money. The theme throughout the past year has seemed to be survival; it's truly cool to see everyone band together to help their fellow men.
A couple of weeks ago, shortly after the hail storm, J and I were driving through town and saw a church saw that was, most likely, meant to be inspirational. It said, "God didn't bring the hail, but he did bring the help."
Um...what?
If you believe that God is the root cause of everything, wouldn't you believe that he brought both the hail and the help? To believe that he brought one, but not the other, seems to me to be a little contracdictory.
Please understand that I'm not denigrating anyone for their beliefs; that's not my style. It just seems a little strange to me to say that you believe one thing, but then to pick and choose parts of it to actually believe, seemingly making it fit your every whim. Shouldn't we all believe what we will, but believe that way all of the time?
It's been interesting to see how my fellow Oklahomans (I despise the term Okie) have dealt with these issues. Some rely on prayer, some just pull out their boots and gloves, and still others donate time, goods, and money. The theme throughout the past year has seemed to be survival; it's truly cool to see everyone band together to help their fellow men.
A couple of weeks ago, shortly after the hail storm, J and I were driving through town and saw a church saw that was, most likely, meant to be inspirational. It said, "God didn't bring the hail, but he did bring the help."
Um...what?
If you believe that God is the root cause of everything, wouldn't you believe that he brought both the hail and the help? To believe that he brought one, but not the other, seems to me to be a little contracdictory.
Please understand that I'm not denigrating anyone for their beliefs; that's not my style. It just seems a little strange to me to say that you believe one thing, but then to pick and choose parts of it to actually believe, seemingly making it fit your every whim. Shouldn't we all believe what we will, but believe that way all of the time?
Thursday, June 24, 2010
A Poppy for My Poppy
It's no big secret that I like tattoos. Before getting my first, I was warned that they were addictive, but I didn't believe it. Well, that warning was correct...they are incredibly addictive!
I got my first once, Picasso's Dove of Peace, more than two and a half years ago; my second, the Sanskrit interpretation of "honor", followed a year later. I knew that I wanted a third one, but for the longest time, I wasn't sure what I wanted -- but I did know that it needed to mean something important to me, like my first two.
Last November, the idea for my third tattoo became crystal clear. I wanted to get a red poppy in honor and rememberance of Poppy Abe.
So, two weeks ago, my mom came to visit and I decided it was the perfect time to get ink.
Before:
During:
After:
I think he'd be touched...he'd probably tell me that he didn't deserve anything, but I'd have to disagree. After all, he was my Poppy.
I got my first once, Picasso's Dove of Peace, more than two and a half years ago; my second, the Sanskrit interpretation of "honor", followed a year later. I knew that I wanted a third one, but for the longest time, I wasn't sure what I wanted -- but I did know that it needed to mean something important to me, like my first two.
Last November, the idea for my third tattoo became crystal clear. I wanted to get a red poppy in honor and rememberance of Poppy Abe.
So, two weeks ago, my mom came to visit and I decided it was the perfect time to get ink.
Before:
During:
After:
I think he'd be touched...he'd probably tell me that he didn't deserve anything, but I'd have to disagree. After all, he was my Poppy.
Comfort Food, Grandma Style
I think that everyone has a comfort food that their grandma used to make. Most of my comfort foods were things my mom made, but there are a few out there that remind me of my grandmas: homemade mashed potatoes, melted cheese sauce, strawberry pie, and more. Some people, however, have slightly stranger Grandma comfort foods...like Jason, but no matter how weird they seem, they're sometimes ah-mazing!
A couple of years ago, Jason started talking about Grandma's Country Stew. He dug out the recipe and I think looked at him like he was completely insane. The first time he made it, I barely touched it because, after all, it contained canned vegetables and hot dogs, which are NOT my idea of haute cuisine. The second time he made it, I grudgingly ate some...and fell totally in love. It's so good! Yes, it's definitely a grandma-style comfort food, that, more than likely, was initially made when she looked in her pantry and refrigerator and realized she didn't have a lot of any one thing.
So, without further adieu, here's the recipe for Grandma's Country Stew:
1.5 pounds hamburger, browned and drained
1 package hot dogs, thinly sliced
1 can mixed vegetables (do not drain)
1 can (8 ounce) tomato sauce
1 package sloppy joe mix
Mix all together in either a large skillet or pan; stir and cook until heated through. You can either serve it in a bowl like a soup or over rice or pasta as a main dish. (We tend to prefer it over brown rice.
So, there it is...Grandma's Country Stew. Seriously, don't judge. It's pretty darned good, and, as Jason said, if you were to make it for one of their family dinners, there wouldn't be a single bit left over!
A couple of years ago, Jason started talking about Grandma's Country Stew. He dug out the recipe and I think looked at him like he was completely insane. The first time he made it, I barely touched it because, after all, it contained canned vegetables and hot dogs, which are NOT my idea of haute cuisine. The second time he made it, I grudgingly ate some...and fell totally in love. It's so good! Yes, it's definitely a grandma-style comfort food, that, more than likely, was initially made when she looked in her pantry and refrigerator and realized she didn't have a lot of any one thing.
So, without further adieu, here's the recipe for Grandma's Country Stew:
1.5 pounds hamburger, browned and drained
1 package hot dogs, thinly sliced
1 can mixed vegetables (do not drain)
1 can (8 ounce) tomato sauce
1 package sloppy joe mix
Mix all together in either a large skillet or pan; stir and cook until heated through. You can either serve it in a bowl like a soup or over rice or pasta as a main dish. (We tend to prefer it over brown rice.
So, there it is...Grandma's Country Stew. Seriously, don't judge. It's pretty darned good, and, as Jason said, if you were to make it for one of their family dinners, there wouldn't be a single bit left over!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
A Yard of Flowers in OKC
When I was growing up, my Grandma Dorothy and my Poppy Abe were quite the gardeners. They always had a huge garden, filled with all sorts of vegetables, strawberries, and, my favorite, a huge variety of flowers, including the flower I most closely associate with my grandma, the Bachelor Button.
Bachelor Buttons are fun little flowers that are simple and cute. They grow tall and typically are a blue, purple, white, and pink, or any combination thereof. When we were kids, they grew by the ton at Grandma and Poppy's -- and we were allowed to pick and play with them, making things like homemade leis. While I love them, they're not a flower that you see often in floral arrangements; in fact, I just don't see them often at all any more.
A little more than a week ago, I was at my friend Tracy's house in the Paseo Arts District. We were walking down her block, heading to a meeting, when I saw a yard full of Bachelor Buttons. The instinct to pick one was nearly overwhelming, but I stopped myself and just spent a few seconds looking at them and fondly remembering Grandma Dorothy.
Fast forward to last Saturday and, after an incredibly long and hot day, we were again walking past that same yard. As I looked at the Bachelor Buttons again, there, dead in the middle of the yard full of them, was a single bright red Poppy. A Poppy growing among the Bachelor Buttons? You couldn't find a better reminder of my grandparents if you tried for six years.
It's been six months since my Poppy passed away and, to be brutally honest, I'm still not dealing as well as I could with my grief over losing him. Every time I start to cry, I stop myself -- and I know that I haven't truly mourned properly. Somehow, though, seeing that single red Poppy growing amidst the yard of Bachelor Buttons, made me feel a lot better. I still miss him and know that I'll always have a void in my life, but what an amazingly awesome reminder of two fabulous people.
Bachelor Buttons are fun little flowers that are simple and cute. They grow tall and typically are a blue, purple, white, and pink, or any combination thereof. When we were kids, they grew by the ton at Grandma and Poppy's -- and we were allowed to pick and play with them, making things like homemade leis. While I love them, they're not a flower that you see often in floral arrangements; in fact, I just don't see them often at all any more.
A little more than a week ago, I was at my friend Tracy's house in the Paseo Arts District. We were walking down her block, heading to a meeting, when I saw a yard full of Bachelor Buttons. The instinct to pick one was nearly overwhelming, but I stopped myself and just spent a few seconds looking at them and fondly remembering Grandma Dorothy.
Fast forward to last Saturday and, after an incredibly long and hot day, we were again walking past that same yard. As I looked at the Bachelor Buttons again, there, dead in the middle of the yard full of them, was a single bright red Poppy. A Poppy growing among the Bachelor Buttons? You couldn't find a better reminder of my grandparents if you tried for six years.
It's been six months since my Poppy passed away and, to be brutally honest, I'm still not dealing as well as I could with my grief over losing him. Every time I start to cry, I stop myself -- and I know that I haven't truly mourned properly. Somehow, though, seeing that single red Poppy growing amidst the yard of Bachelor Buttons, made me feel a lot better. I still miss him and know that I'll always have a void in my life, but what an amazingly awesome reminder of two fabulous people.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Dancing in the Rain
Last night, after leaving Henry Hudson’s, where I’d had a drink with the girls after work, I headed to the grocery store to pick up a few necessities. I noticed that it was cloudy and humid and I knew that storms had rolled through, just to the north, an hour or so earlier. I quickly ran in to Crest, grabbed the few things I needed, and came back out, just in time for the rain to start softly falling. Normally, I might have been a little irritated, but last night, it was kind of a magical experience.
You see, I love the smell of rain. I always have and I always will. For me, those first few minutes of a soft late spring or summer rain immediately transport me back to the days of my childhood…
Suddenly, I was no longer standing next to my car in the parking lot of a metro grocery store. Instead, I was seven again, running down the sidewalk at Grandma Barbara’s, laughing uncontrollably with my face tilted up to the sky, taking in that soft rain. I could hear the pinging sound of my feet hitting the sidewalk and see Gus and Ben, her two dogs, running alongside me, while she sewed on the kitchen table – because it was cooler in the kitchen than in her sewing room.
My memory’s time travel didn’t last terribly long, but it was an incredibly sweet journey.
You see, Grandma didn’t care if we played in the rain, as long as there was no lightning. She’d even let us use her umbrella, if we wanted to dance and twirl it, while dreaming we were singing on stage. For that matter, she normally didn’t care if we played in the mud…or the puddles…or her flower beds…as long as we stayed safe and out of trouble.
But, I digress. I feel so fortunate to have sense a strong connection between my sense of smell and my memories. Sure, there are times that it’s difficult – like when I was in public and smelled someone smoking a King Edward cigar shortly after Poppy passed away – but it’s a feeling that I wouldn’t trade for anything!
Ahhh…to be a carefree child again, even if it was just for a few minutes last night, thanks to a brief rain shower!
You see, I love the smell of rain. I always have and I always will. For me, those first few minutes of a soft late spring or summer rain immediately transport me back to the days of my childhood…
Suddenly, I was no longer standing next to my car in the parking lot of a metro grocery store. Instead, I was seven again, running down the sidewalk at Grandma Barbara’s, laughing uncontrollably with my face tilted up to the sky, taking in that soft rain. I could hear the pinging sound of my feet hitting the sidewalk and see Gus and Ben, her two dogs, running alongside me, while she sewed on the kitchen table – because it was cooler in the kitchen than in her sewing room.
My memory’s time travel didn’t last terribly long, but it was an incredibly sweet journey.
You see, Grandma didn’t care if we played in the rain, as long as there was no lightning. She’d even let us use her umbrella, if we wanted to dance and twirl it, while dreaming we were singing on stage. For that matter, she normally didn’t care if we played in the mud…or the puddles…or her flower beds…as long as we stayed safe and out of trouble.
But, I digress. I feel so fortunate to have sense a strong connection between my sense of smell and my memories. Sure, there are times that it’s difficult – like when I was in public and smelled someone smoking a King Edward cigar shortly after Poppy passed away – but it’s a feeling that I wouldn’t trade for anything!
Ahhh…to be a carefree child again, even if it was just for a few minutes last night, thanks to a brief rain shower!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
What a Kid!
I like kids...I always have. Sure, there are a few out there who are little jerks and don't know how to behave, which annoys me, but there truly are some good kids in this world. With some kids, I'm scared to think that they'll eventually be in charge of the world (for that matter, about half of the adults currently in charge terrify me!), but there are others who give you faith that the world will be well off in their hands.
I personally know several great kids -- Adrian, Harrison, Emilie, Ella, Bridgette, Shayla, Alex, Kaitlyn, Lauren, Emma, Aidan, Isaac, Aidan, Abbie, and many more -- and it always makes me happy to meet other great kids. About a year ago, I met two more great kids -- two of my neighbor kids -- Reece and Cora.
Last night, Reece, who is 13 years old, rang my doorbell and asked me if he could mow my yard this evening. I glanced out at the forest and asked him if he really wanted to do it because it had gotten really out of control after the last week of rain. He told me that he did -- and only wanted $10 for it. Well, I knew that I'd pay him more than $10 because it was BAD -- figured I'd give him $20 and we'd both be happy.
Fast forward to tonight...I came home from work and he was happily mowing away. My front yard was nearly done and looked fabulous! An hour or so later, he finished the back yard and I heard him fire up the weed-eater...which is something that the last professional I hired did NOT do. I looked out and he'd picked up all of the sticks, mowed, trimmed, and more...and did a FABULOUS job! To be honest, other than the time that Jase surprised me and mowed for me last summer, my yard has never looked better. He rang my doorbell to tell me he was done and I handed him $30 and I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head because he was so excited. I also asked him if he'd be interested in mowing for me the rest of the summer, even though it wouldn't always pay this much. He's in and excited...and getting cookies later this week to share with his sisters.
Kids sometimes get such a bad rap. Sometimes it's deserved, but other times, it's definitely not. This kid, like many of the others I know, is going places! Let's hear it for polite, respectful, kids who have great morals and ethics!
I personally know several great kids -- Adrian, Harrison, Emilie, Ella, Bridgette, Shayla, Alex, Kaitlyn, Lauren, Emma, Aidan, Isaac, Aidan, Abbie, and many more -- and it always makes me happy to meet other great kids. About a year ago, I met two more great kids -- two of my neighbor kids -- Reece and Cora.
Last night, Reece, who is 13 years old, rang my doorbell and asked me if he could mow my yard this evening. I glanced out at the forest and asked him if he really wanted to do it because it had gotten really out of control after the last week of rain. He told me that he did -- and only wanted $10 for it. Well, I knew that I'd pay him more than $10 because it was BAD -- figured I'd give him $20 and we'd both be happy.
Fast forward to tonight...I came home from work and he was happily mowing away. My front yard was nearly done and looked fabulous! An hour or so later, he finished the back yard and I heard him fire up the weed-eater...which is something that the last professional I hired did NOT do. I looked out and he'd picked up all of the sticks, mowed, trimmed, and more...and did a FABULOUS job! To be honest, other than the time that Jase surprised me and mowed for me last summer, my yard has never looked better. He rang my doorbell to tell me he was done and I handed him $30 and I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head because he was so excited. I also asked him if he'd be interested in mowing for me the rest of the summer, even though it wouldn't always pay this much. He's in and excited...and getting cookies later this week to share with his sisters.
Kids sometimes get such a bad rap. Sometimes it's deserved, but other times, it's definitely not. This kid, like many of the others I know, is going places! Let's hear it for polite, respectful, kids who have great morals and ethics!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Cruel and Unusual Punishment
I'm a liberal. I believe in equal rights. I believe in gay marriage. I believe in the separation of church and state. And I also am pro-choice.
Before I go too much farther, let me say that I'm pro-choice, which does not necessarily mean that I'm pro-abortion. Instead, it means that I believe in a woman's right to choose. And, I'm not going any deeper into my beliefs (do I think it's right or wrong) -- other than to say that I support the right to make a choice.
Last week, Oklahoma legislators sent two bills to the governors desk, restricting abortions. Friday, he vetoed the bills because neither contained provisions for cases of rape or incest. Today, with zero discussion, the House of Representatives overrode his veto. Tomorrow, the bills go to the Senate for their vote.
In a nutshell, the bills are designed to make it much harder, both physically and emotionally, for a woman to have an abortion. One bill requires a woman to complete an extremely long questionnaire, detailing her reasons for seeking an abortion, her education, her family background, her religion, and all sorts of other information -- information that will then not be kept behind the veil of doctor/patient confidentiality. This information, sans her name, will be gathered in a statewide database. In addition, this bill also requires that the women undergo a mandatory ultrasound, with the doctor explaining, in great detail, what he or she is seeing. The woman will be forced to listen to the fetal heartbeat. Essentially, these bills are designed to make it excruciating for women to obtain abortions.
Think about this...if a woman is brutally raped and becomes pregnant, she very well may not want to carry the fetus to term. She, after all of her trauma, makes the incredibly difficult decision to have an abortion. She seeks medical attention and is forced to face all of the above...and this is in addition to the horror she's already endured...all because Oklahoma's right-wing nut jobs are so determined that women should not have the right to make a decision regarding their own health.
Substitute a woman who's a victim of incest and you still have the same scenario. A woman whose life is in danger because of her pregnancy...again, same scenario. In fact, you can plug in any woman who's reached the decision to have an abortion into the above and she's still going to suffer additionally and unnecessarily.
We don't force condemned criminals to face this type of cruel and unusual punishment before they're put to death (let's not discuss if I agree with the death penalty or not). So why is it okay for us to make innocent women suffer?
If, as is expected, the Senate overrides the Governor's veto tomorrow, there are already court challenges planned. I can only hope that the highest court will find these bills to be unconstitutional.
Before I go too much farther, let me say that I'm pro-choice, which does not necessarily mean that I'm pro-abortion. Instead, it means that I believe in a woman's right to choose. And, I'm not going any deeper into my beliefs (do I think it's right or wrong) -- other than to say that I support the right to make a choice.
Last week, Oklahoma legislators sent two bills to the governors desk, restricting abortions. Friday, he vetoed the bills because neither contained provisions for cases of rape or incest. Today, with zero discussion, the House of Representatives overrode his veto. Tomorrow, the bills go to the Senate for their vote.
In a nutshell, the bills are designed to make it much harder, both physically and emotionally, for a woman to have an abortion. One bill requires a woman to complete an extremely long questionnaire, detailing her reasons for seeking an abortion, her education, her family background, her religion, and all sorts of other information -- information that will then not be kept behind the veil of doctor/patient confidentiality. This information, sans her name, will be gathered in a statewide database. In addition, this bill also requires that the women undergo a mandatory ultrasound, with the doctor explaining, in great detail, what he or she is seeing. The woman will be forced to listen to the fetal heartbeat. Essentially, these bills are designed to make it excruciating for women to obtain abortions.
Think about this...if a woman is brutally raped and becomes pregnant, she very well may not want to carry the fetus to term. She, after all of her trauma, makes the incredibly difficult decision to have an abortion. She seeks medical attention and is forced to face all of the above...and this is in addition to the horror she's already endured...all because Oklahoma's right-wing nut jobs are so determined that women should not have the right to make a decision regarding their own health.
Substitute a woman who's a victim of incest and you still have the same scenario. A woman whose life is in danger because of her pregnancy...again, same scenario. In fact, you can plug in any woman who's reached the decision to have an abortion into the above and she's still going to suffer additionally and unnecessarily.
We don't force condemned criminals to face this type of cruel and unusual punishment before they're put to death (let's not discuss if I agree with the death penalty or not). So why is it okay for us to make innocent women suffer?
If, as is expected, the Senate overrides the Governor's veto tomorrow, there are already court challenges planned. I can only hope that the highest court will find these bills to be unconstitutional.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
If This Doesn't Scare You...
...then I'm going to guess that not much will. Copied/pasted directly from www.newsok.com (The Daily Oklahoman). I don't even know what to say, other than the thought of this totally and completely terrifies me. We don't need more extremists with weapons:
Oklahoma Tea Party Leaders Consider Forming Volunteer Militia
Frustrated by recent political setbacks, tea party leaders and some conservative members of the Oklahoma Legislature say they would like to create a new volunteer militia to help defend against what they believe are improper federal infringements on state sovereignty.
Tea party movement leaders say they’ve discussed the idea with several supportive lawmakers and hope to get legislation next year to recognize a new volunteer force. They say the unit would not resemble militia groups that have been raided for allegedly plotting attacks on law enforcement officers.
"Is it scary? It sure is,” said tea party leader Al Gerhart, of Oklahoma City, who heads an umbrella group of tea party factions called the Oklahoma Constitutional Alliance. "But when do the states stop rolling over for the federal government?”
Thus far, the discussions have been exploratory. Even the proponents say they don’t know how an armed force would be organized nor how a state-based militia could block federal mandates. Critics also asserted that the force could inflame extremism, and that the National Guard already provides for the state’s military needs.
"Have they heard of the Oklahoma City bombing?” said Joseph Thai, a constitutional law professor at the University of Oklahoma. The state observes the 15th anniversary of the anti-government attack on Monday. Such actions could "throw fuel in the fire of radicals,” he said.
But the militia talks reflect the frustration of some grassroots groups seeking new ways of fighting recent federal initiatives, such as the health reform plan, which requires all citizens to have health insurance. Over the last year, tea party groups across the country have staged rallies and pressured politicians to protest big government and demand reduced public spending.
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In strongly conservative states like Oklahoma, some legislators have also discussed further action to fight federal policies, such as state legislation and lawsuits.
State Sen. Randy Brogdon, R-Owasso, a Republican candidate for governor who has appealed for tea party support, said supporters of a state militia have talked to him, and that he believes the citizen unit would be authorized under the Second Amendment to the Constitution.
The founding fathers "were not referring to a turkey shoot or a quail hunt. They really weren’t even talking about us having the ability to protect ourselves against each other,” Brogdon said. "The Second Amendment deals directly with the right of an individual to keep and bear arms to protect themselves from an overreaching federal government.”
Another lawmaker, state Rep. Charles Key, R-Oklahoma City, said he believes there’s a good chance of introducing legislation for a state-authorized militia next year.
Tea party leader J.W. Berry of the Tulsa-based OKforTea began soliciting interest in a state militia through his newsletter under the subject "Buy more guns, more bullets.”
"It’s not a far-right crazy plan or anything like that,” Berry said. "This would be done with the full cooperation of the state Legislature.”
State militias clearly are constitutionally authorized, but have not been used in recent times, said Glenn Reynolds, a law professor at the University of Tennessee and an expert on the Second Amendment. "Whether someone should get a militia to go toe-to-toe with the federal government … now, that strikes me as kind of silly,” he said.
Some conservative legislators in Oklahoma say talk of a militia, which would be privately recruited, armed and trained, goes too far.
"If the intent is to create a militia for disaster relief, we have the National Guard,” said Sen. Steve Russell, R-Oklahoma City, a retired Army lieutenant colonel. "Anything beyond that purpose should be viewed with great concern and caution.”
Democratic Gov. Brad Henry’s communications director Paul Sund also discounted the militia discussion, saying the National Guard handles state emergencies and security.
Federal authorities say that radical militia groups have not emerged in Oklahoma, unlike many other states, in part because of the legacy of the Oklahoma City bombing. On April 19, 1995, an anti-government conspiracy led by Army veteran Tim McVeigh exploded a bomb outside the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, leaving 168 people dead.
Last month, FBI agents conducted a raid on the Hutaree militia group in Michigan and accused members of plotting to kill law enforcement officers.
Oklahoma Tea Party Leaders Consider Forming Volunteer Militia
Frustrated by recent political setbacks, tea party leaders and some conservative members of the Oklahoma Legislature say they would like to create a new volunteer militia to help defend against what they believe are improper federal infringements on state sovereignty.
Tea party movement leaders say they’ve discussed the idea with several supportive lawmakers and hope to get legislation next year to recognize a new volunteer force. They say the unit would not resemble militia groups that have been raided for allegedly plotting attacks on law enforcement officers.
"Is it scary? It sure is,” said tea party leader Al Gerhart, of Oklahoma City, who heads an umbrella group of tea party factions called the Oklahoma Constitutional Alliance. "But when do the states stop rolling over for the federal government?”
Thus far, the discussions have been exploratory. Even the proponents say they don’t know how an armed force would be organized nor how a state-based militia could block federal mandates. Critics also asserted that the force could inflame extremism, and that the National Guard already provides for the state’s military needs.
"Have they heard of the Oklahoma City bombing?” said Joseph Thai, a constitutional law professor at the University of Oklahoma. The state observes the 15th anniversary of the anti-government attack on Monday. Such actions could "throw fuel in the fire of radicals,” he said.
But the militia talks reflect the frustration of some grassroots groups seeking new ways of fighting recent federal initiatives, such as the health reform plan, which requires all citizens to have health insurance. Over the last year, tea party groups across the country have staged rallies and pressured politicians to protest big government and demand reduced public spending.
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In strongly conservative states like Oklahoma, some legislators have also discussed further action to fight federal policies, such as state legislation and lawsuits.
State Sen. Randy Brogdon, R-Owasso, a Republican candidate for governor who has appealed for tea party support, said supporters of a state militia have talked to him, and that he believes the citizen unit would be authorized under the Second Amendment to the Constitution.
The founding fathers "were not referring to a turkey shoot or a quail hunt. They really weren’t even talking about us having the ability to protect ourselves against each other,” Brogdon said. "The Second Amendment deals directly with the right of an individual to keep and bear arms to protect themselves from an overreaching federal government.”
Another lawmaker, state Rep. Charles Key, R-Oklahoma City, said he believes there’s a good chance of introducing legislation for a state-authorized militia next year.
Tea party leader J.W. Berry of the Tulsa-based OKforTea began soliciting interest in a state militia through his newsletter under the subject "Buy more guns, more bullets.”
"It’s not a far-right crazy plan or anything like that,” Berry said. "This would be done with the full cooperation of the state Legislature.”
State militias clearly are constitutionally authorized, but have not been used in recent times, said Glenn Reynolds, a law professor at the University of Tennessee and an expert on the Second Amendment. "Whether someone should get a militia to go toe-to-toe with the federal government … now, that strikes me as kind of silly,” he said.
Some conservative legislators in Oklahoma say talk of a militia, which would be privately recruited, armed and trained, goes too far.
"If the intent is to create a militia for disaster relief, we have the National Guard,” said Sen. Steve Russell, R-Oklahoma City, a retired Army lieutenant colonel. "Anything beyond that purpose should be viewed with great concern and caution.”
Democratic Gov. Brad Henry’s communications director Paul Sund also discounted the militia discussion, saying the National Guard handles state emergencies and security.
Federal authorities say that radical militia groups have not emerged in Oklahoma, unlike many other states, in part because of the legacy of the Oklahoma City bombing. On April 19, 1995, an anti-government conspiracy led by Army veteran Tim McVeigh exploded a bomb outside the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, leaving 168 people dead.
Last month, FBI agents conducted a raid on the Hutaree militia group in Michigan and accused members of plotting to kill law enforcement officers.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Life Is So Very Fragile
A couple of weeks ago, I spent five days in Los Angeles for work. As part of the event that I planned and hosted, we visited a local martial arts school that's pretty well-known for training martial artists who end up in feature films and on television. Little did I know that someone I met at this school would reinforce an incredibly important life lesson in me, just two short weeks later.
We had a party one evening at this school and, after watching some seriously amazing performances, met several of the school's staff members. These people were not only amazing martial artists and performers, but also seemed to be amazing, all-around, genuinely good people, which is something that you find all too rarely in life.
One of these staff members was a woman named April. When we met her, she was introduced to us as a quickly-rising Hollywood stuntwoman who was in high demand. From her performance, you could see exactly why -- she made flying, flipping, and twisting through the air seem totally effortless -- all while smiling from ear to ear. She just radiated positive energy.
At the end of the evening as several of us were driving back to our hotel, we discussed the party and her name came up as someone who had impressed each of us. It was partially because of her performance, but mostly because of her demeanor -- and because, even though she didn't know us, as we watched her pull on her motorcycle helmet and gloves and prepare to leave, she thanked us for visiting her school and wished us safe travels, both around LA and on our journeys home.
This morning, I opened my email at work and scanned through it when one caught my attention...and I opened it with dread. It seems that, early last week, April was traveling down 101 in LA on her way to a studio set to perform some stuntwork, when she was cut off by an inattentive driver and killed as a result of the ensuing accident.
I feel so horrible for April's family and friends. From everything I heard, she lived a life that was exactly as I thought it -- happy, loving, humble, cheerful, and full of life. She was four years younger than me...way too young to die.
I truly didn't know this young woman, but I feel a duty after meeting her...a duty to try to live my life to the fullest and ensure that my loved ones know that they are loved. I challenge you to do the same.
We had a party one evening at this school and, after watching some seriously amazing performances, met several of the school's staff members. These people were not only amazing martial artists and performers, but also seemed to be amazing, all-around, genuinely good people, which is something that you find all too rarely in life.
One of these staff members was a woman named April. When we met her, she was introduced to us as a quickly-rising Hollywood stuntwoman who was in high demand. From her performance, you could see exactly why -- she made flying, flipping, and twisting through the air seem totally effortless -- all while smiling from ear to ear. She just radiated positive energy.
At the end of the evening as several of us were driving back to our hotel, we discussed the party and her name came up as someone who had impressed each of us. It was partially because of her performance, but mostly because of her demeanor -- and because, even though she didn't know us, as we watched her pull on her motorcycle helmet and gloves and prepare to leave, she thanked us for visiting her school and wished us safe travels, both around LA and on our journeys home.
This morning, I opened my email at work and scanned through it when one caught my attention...and I opened it with dread. It seems that, early last week, April was traveling down 101 in LA on her way to a studio set to perform some stuntwork, when she was cut off by an inattentive driver and killed as a result of the ensuing accident.
I feel so horrible for April's family and friends. From everything I heard, she lived a life that was exactly as I thought it -- happy, loving, humble, cheerful, and full of life. She was four years younger than me...way too young to die.
I truly didn't know this young woman, but I feel a duty after meeting her...a duty to try to live my life to the fullest and ensure that my loved ones know that they are loved. I challenge you to do the same.
Am I Being Too Mean?
There’s something that annoys me that I just need to get off of my chest. It’s quite possible that what I’m about to write may seriously irritate some people, which is not my intent. If you choose to read on, please know that I honestly don’t intend to offend anyone.
So, here it is: I’m frustrated by women who constantly complain about being pregnant. First, let me say that, yes, I do think that when you are pregnant you should get to whine some – after all, it can’t be the most pleasant feeling in the world – and you are entitled to complain…a great deal. What annoys me, though, are the women who complain from the first moment of conception and don’t stop until after the child is born (and even then, probably don’t) – those who can talk about nothing except their misery for nine straight months.
Why does it annoy me? Because there are a TON of women in the world who are unable to have their own children – women who would gladly trade places with those who are complaining about being pregnant…women who would give anything to suffer from morning sickness, swollen ankles, and the inability to tie their own shoes.
In fact, I recently had dinner with a great friend who currently is facing infertility. She and her husband are totally awesome people and would make amazing parents, but it sounds like pregnancy may not be an option for them. They’re facing this struggle as they do every other struggle in their life – head-on and rationally. Instead of whining or complaining about their infertility, they are checking into adoption options and are discussing ways to provide a home for children who might not otherwise have a real mom and dad. But that doesn’t mean that my friends (especially the wife) don’t feel momentary pain when they see pregnant women. Like the phenomenal people they are, they’re happy for the expectant mother, but you still can see a trace of sadness in their eyes – sadness over the fact that the world will never know the unique combination of them.
Has my friend ever said anything to me about pregnant women who continually complain? Nope. But I know that she would give nearly anything to be able to endure the “tortures” of pregnancy...and I wish that others would understand that while they may dread pregnancy, others may long for it.
So, here it is: I’m frustrated by women who constantly complain about being pregnant. First, let me say that, yes, I do think that when you are pregnant you should get to whine some – after all, it can’t be the most pleasant feeling in the world – and you are entitled to complain…a great deal. What annoys me, though, are the women who complain from the first moment of conception and don’t stop until after the child is born (and even then, probably don’t) – those who can talk about nothing except their misery for nine straight months.
Why does it annoy me? Because there are a TON of women in the world who are unable to have their own children – women who would gladly trade places with those who are complaining about being pregnant…women who would give anything to suffer from morning sickness, swollen ankles, and the inability to tie their own shoes.
In fact, I recently had dinner with a great friend who currently is facing infertility. She and her husband are totally awesome people and would make amazing parents, but it sounds like pregnancy may not be an option for them. They’re facing this struggle as they do every other struggle in their life – head-on and rationally. Instead of whining or complaining about their infertility, they are checking into adoption options and are discussing ways to provide a home for children who might not otherwise have a real mom and dad. But that doesn’t mean that my friends (especially the wife) don’t feel momentary pain when they see pregnant women. Like the phenomenal people they are, they’re happy for the expectant mother, but you still can see a trace of sadness in their eyes – sadness over the fact that the world will never know the unique combination of them.
Has my friend ever said anything to me about pregnant women who continually complain? Nope. But I know that she would give nearly anything to be able to endure the “tortures” of pregnancy...and I wish that others would understand that while they may dread pregnancy, others may long for it.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
This is the Story that Never Ends...
Last Thursday, my trusty old cell phone finally bit the dust. I was at work when the phone became incredibly hot to the touch and shut itself off. No matter what I tried, it wouldn't turn back on. So, after work, I headed off to Verizon to finally upgrade to a new phone.
Now, I should preface all of this by saying that I've been doing research on new smartphones and was torn between canceling my account with Verizon after 14 years (was with Kansas Cellular, who became Alltel, who became Verizon) and signing a new two year contract. Part of me wanted to go with AT&T and get an iPhone, but the other part of me wanted to stay with Verizon to get a Droid. Well, I finally decided to re-up with Verizon and buy a cute little Droid.
So, back to my story...I walked in to the store, knowing pretty much what I wanted to buy, but was accosted by a salesguy, who I could immediately tell was full of himself and ready to do basically anything to sell me a phone. I kind of ignored him, but finally told him the exact phone I wanted to purchase. His eyes lit up because, of course, they work on commission and he was getting a heck of a sale.
As we walked to the computer to complete my sale, I asked him why the phone cost $100 more in the store than online. He told me that was just the way it was...and I told him he could either give me the same deal (I didn't want to mess with waiting for six-eight weeks to receive a rebate in the mail), or I'd walk and buy it online. He told me that was impossible, so I headed for the door. He quickly chased me down and told me he could "get permission" to give me the deal. Okay, no problem...right? Wrong.
After about 15 minutes of ringing up my new phone and waiting through me picking a case, he finally told me that the phone wasn't in stock and it would have to be shipped to me. Again, I told him I was walking because I didn't want to wait. He told me, "I will have it overnighted to you today so that it will be on your doorstep tomorrow by 1 pm. I PROMISE it will be there." I should have known he was a liar.
Friday morning came and went and, when I took a late lunch at 1 pm, I came home to find...no phone. Back at work, I received an email that indicated that my phone would arrive on Monday. Um, what? That wasn't what I was promised. I called the Verizon store manager and after a pretty long discussion (mostly one-sided), we reached an amicable solution, which includes some discounts for me. But I still had no phone...and wouldn't until Monday.
Monday finally rolls around and I met the FedEx truck at the end of my street on my lunch break. I was so excited because I knew he'd left my phone. Wrong! He left me a note that said I had to sign for the package, which meant I had to drive to the south side to pick up my phone...after 4 pm.
After work, I drive down to the south side and pick up my phone. I immediately head to the Verizon store to have my numbers and contacts transferred to my new phone...and encountered another semi-jackassish salesguy (not my original one, who, I have a hunch, may have gotten fired after what the manager told me), offered to help me. I dealt with his so-called humor for nearly an hour and finally set out for home, with my shiny new pink encased Droid in my hands.
This morning, I grabbed my car charger on the way out the door. I went to plug it in, once in the car, and discovered that they sent me the wrong charger. I began to wonder if this phone saga was ever going to end! After work, I went back to Verizon AGAIN, and, after waiting 20 minutes to be waited on, they gave me the new charger and told me good-bye. I have a hunch they were happy to see the last of me...I know that I don't want to see them again!
So, is this the phone saga that never ends? I guess we'll see. For now, everything seems to be great and I absolutely LOVE my phone (no regrets about not getting an iPhone)!
Now, I should preface all of this by saying that I've been doing research on new smartphones and was torn between canceling my account with Verizon after 14 years (was with Kansas Cellular, who became Alltel, who became Verizon) and signing a new two year contract. Part of me wanted to go with AT&T and get an iPhone, but the other part of me wanted to stay with Verizon to get a Droid. Well, I finally decided to re-up with Verizon and buy a cute little Droid.
So, back to my story...I walked in to the store, knowing pretty much what I wanted to buy, but was accosted by a salesguy, who I could immediately tell was full of himself and ready to do basically anything to sell me a phone. I kind of ignored him, but finally told him the exact phone I wanted to purchase. His eyes lit up because, of course, they work on commission and he was getting a heck of a sale.
As we walked to the computer to complete my sale, I asked him why the phone cost $100 more in the store than online. He told me that was just the way it was...and I told him he could either give me the same deal (I didn't want to mess with waiting for six-eight weeks to receive a rebate in the mail), or I'd walk and buy it online. He told me that was impossible, so I headed for the door. He quickly chased me down and told me he could "get permission" to give me the deal. Okay, no problem...right? Wrong.
After about 15 minutes of ringing up my new phone and waiting through me picking a case, he finally told me that the phone wasn't in stock and it would have to be shipped to me. Again, I told him I was walking because I didn't want to wait. He told me, "I will have it overnighted to you today so that it will be on your doorstep tomorrow by 1 pm. I PROMISE it will be there." I should have known he was a liar.
Friday morning came and went and, when I took a late lunch at 1 pm, I came home to find...no phone. Back at work, I received an email that indicated that my phone would arrive on Monday. Um, what? That wasn't what I was promised. I called the Verizon store manager and after a pretty long discussion (mostly one-sided), we reached an amicable solution, which includes some discounts for me. But I still had no phone...and wouldn't until Monday.
Monday finally rolls around and I met the FedEx truck at the end of my street on my lunch break. I was so excited because I knew he'd left my phone. Wrong! He left me a note that said I had to sign for the package, which meant I had to drive to the south side to pick up my phone...after 4 pm.
After work, I drive down to the south side and pick up my phone. I immediately head to the Verizon store to have my numbers and contacts transferred to my new phone...and encountered another semi-jackassish salesguy (not my original one, who, I have a hunch, may have gotten fired after what the manager told me), offered to help me. I dealt with his so-called humor for nearly an hour and finally set out for home, with my shiny new pink encased Droid in my hands.
This morning, I grabbed my car charger on the way out the door. I went to plug it in, once in the car, and discovered that they sent me the wrong charger. I began to wonder if this phone saga was ever going to end! After work, I went back to Verizon AGAIN, and, after waiting 20 minutes to be waited on, they gave me the new charger and told me good-bye. I have a hunch they were happy to see the last of me...I know that I don't want to see them again!
So, is this the phone saga that never ends? I guess we'll see. For now, everything seems to be great and I absolutely LOVE my phone (no regrets about not getting an iPhone)!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Letting Kids Be Kids
As I was packing and preparing to leave for California earlier this week, I found it necessary to make a run to the Mart of Darkness . I had a couple of items that I needed to get, so I expected a short and uneventful trip. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened.
I walked in, grabbed what I needed, and got in the express line, standing behind a father and son. The father was probably about my age and his son was probably about my oldest nephew’s age – ten. I glanced at their items and realized the dad was buying a couple of child-sized polo shirts; shorts; a kid’s toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash; a small carton of chocolate milk, and sunglasses for both the father and son. None of that seemed particularly unusual, but the father’s behavior struck me as very odd.
The father kept making comments to the little boy about how expensive everything was and how he felt like he was spending too much money on him – when the sunglasses that the father was buying for himself appeared to cost more than pretty much everything else put together. (It almost seemed like the father had suddenly gotten totally unexpected custody of the child and had to buy things to get him to school the next morning.) I watched as the happy light faded out of this little boy’s eyes. You could tell that he was excited to be getting new things, including a cheap pair of sunglasses, but the father’s words and actions were really hurting this little boy. In just a few minutes, he went from happy and excited to very quiet and somber. It was just incredibly sad.
As the father and son left, the father did put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and seemed to say something to him that made him a little happier, but I doubt that little boy easily recovered his excitement. The father seemed to kill his happiness with just a few sharp and misguided words.
It just really makes you think – we’re all children at one point and, as an adult, I can’t even begin to guess how many times I have wished I could go back to my childhood. Since we all seem to want to go back to those easy days, at least at one point in our adult lives, shouldn’t we let kids be kids and be happy before they have to deal with real-world issues and problems? I think so. I’m not a mom, but I am an aunt. I also am the first to admit that there are times that I’ve snuffed out my oldest nephew’s excitement (my youngest isn’t old enough to care yet), but I’m resolving to never do that again. He’s just a kid – and he should get to stay that way as long as possible.
I walked in, grabbed what I needed, and got in the express line, standing behind a father and son. The father was probably about my age and his son was probably about my oldest nephew’s age – ten. I glanced at their items and realized the dad was buying a couple of child-sized polo shirts; shorts; a kid’s toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash; a small carton of chocolate milk, and sunglasses for both the father and son. None of that seemed particularly unusual, but the father’s behavior struck me as very odd.
The father kept making comments to the little boy about how expensive everything was and how he felt like he was spending too much money on him – when the sunglasses that the father was buying for himself appeared to cost more than pretty much everything else put together. (It almost seemed like the father had suddenly gotten totally unexpected custody of the child and had to buy things to get him to school the next morning.) I watched as the happy light faded out of this little boy’s eyes. You could tell that he was excited to be getting new things, including a cheap pair of sunglasses, but the father’s words and actions were really hurting this little boy. In just a few minutes, he went from happy and excited to very quiet and somber. It was just incredibly sad.
As the father and son left, the father did put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and seemed to say something to him that made him a little happier, but I doubt that little boy easily recovered his excitement. The father seemed to kill his happiness with just a few sharp and misguided words.
It just really makes you think – we’re all children at one point and, as an adult, I can’t even begin to guess how many times I have wished I could go back to my childhood. Since we all seem to want to go back to those easy days, at least at one point in our adult lives, shouldn’t we let kids be kids and be happy before they have to deal with real-world issues and problems? I think so. I’m not a mom, but I am an aunt. I also am the first to admit that there are times that I’ve snuffed out my oldest nephew’s excitement (my youngest isn’t old enough to care yet), but I’m resolving to never do that again. He’s just a kid – and he should get to stay that way as long as possible.
The Learning Channel?
Years ago, the television station TLC was aptly named The Learning Channel. A few years back, they dropped their lengthy moniker and became known as TLC. Along with their name change, they changed some of their programming – truly, for the most part, for the better. I’m a longtime TLC fan and have enjoyed many shows on the network. After what I heard earlier this week, though, I’m afraid that’s going to change.
Early this week, Discovery (which owns TLC) announced that they had decided to purchase the rights to an eight-part documentary series featuring Sarah Palin. I was more than slightly surprised. Discovery and Sarah Palin? It just seemed…wrong. Discovery, which prides themselves on providing learning opportunities, has picked up a show that’s sole purpose essentially seems to be to promote a woman who should be well past her 15 minutes of fame. Sure, they say it’s to promote Alaska, but using Palin as a host? Come on!
Does Alaska intrigue me? Absolutely. Would I enjoy learning more about it? Sure – I’d like to learn more about all of our states. I’m not, however, interested in listening to Sarah Palin’s nasal voice extol the virtues of moose hunting. I truly think they could have found someone who knows Alaska better than a woman who chose to resign from an elected position, for no reason other than to promote herself and make more money. Had they, I’d definitely be more interested in actually watching the show.
Now, is everything on TLC a learning experience? Heck no. I’ve got to admit that I’m (ashamedly) addicted to Toddlers and Tiaras and that I used to watch Trading Spaces and, sometimes, even Jon and Kate Plus Eight. But for some reason, this just doesn’t sit well with me…and I’m strong enough to admit that it’s because I just flat do not care for Sarah Palin.
Early this week, Discovery (which owns TLC) announced that they had decided to purchase the rights to an eight-part documentary series featuring Sarah Palin. I was more than slightly surprised. Discovery and Sarah Palin? It just seemed…wrong. Discovery, which prides themselves on providing learning opportunities, has picked up a show that’s sole purpose essentially seems to be to promote a woman who should be well past her 15 minutes of fame. Sure, they say it’s to promote Alaska, but using Palin as a host? Come on!
Does Alaska intrigue me? Absolutely. Would I enjoy learning more about it? Sure – I’d like to learn more about all of our states. I’m not, however, interested in listening to Sarah Palin’s nasal voice extol the virtues of moose hunting. I truly think they could have found someone who knows Alaska better than a woman who chose to resign from an elected position, for no reason other than to promote herself and make more money. Had they, I’d definitely be more interested in actually watching the show.
Now, is everything on TLC a learning experience? Heck no. I’ve got to admit that I’m (ashamedly) addicted to Toddlers and Tiaras and that I used to watch Trading Spaces and, sometimes, even Jon and Kate Plus Eight. But for some reason, this just doesn’t sit well with me…and I’m strong enough to admit that it’s because I just flat do not care for Sarah Palin.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Larger Than Life
Early yesterday afternoon, I received word that my first grade teacher had passed away in a tragic accident. As I fought back tears, for just a few minutes, I was transported back to her classroom, more than 20 years ago.
At the tender age of six, I thought she was an old woman, as she had steel gray hair and that was how I best judged age in those days. On the first day of first grade, I remember being somewhat scared, as I’d heard she was mean – after all, she was the one teacher who still kept a paddle in her classroom. I did know that she’d been my sister’s teacher, and since Jill had survived, I figured that I would, too.
What I didn’t know but learned throughout my year with her was that, while she could be stern and strict and ruled her classroom with somewhat of an iron fist, you would be hard-pressed to find a teacher who loved her students more. She was a relatively short woman (I’m guessing she wasn’t a bit over 5’2”), but she was larger than life. She played the piano and we sang at the top of our lungs. She read us books and we all listened to her as she gave life to the different characters. She introduced us all to the “super duper smiley face” and we all worked hard to have one of those placed on our assignments, as they were way better than ANY gold star!
The following August, when I moved on to second grade, I was sad – I’d loved my first grade teacher, but I knew it was time to grow up. I went on to have numerous other teachers, including those who were wonderful (Clara Margaret McCluskey) and those who were not so great (who shall remain nameless).
While I continued to grow up and finish out my elementary, middle, and high school education in Fredonia, any time I saw Ms. Harris, she greeted me with a smile. Even during my junior and senior years of high school, if she was in the grocery store where I worked, she made a point to say hello to me.
At the end of my senior year, when I had decided that I wanted to become a high school language arts teacher, Ms. Harris was still highly involved with the Fredonia Unified Teachers’ Association, from whom I received a scholarship. I received a card from Ms. Harris, along with a check for the first half of my scholarship, in May; in addition to wishing me luck, the card told me to come see her in December, once I had my first semester’s grades.
When I stopped to see her before heading back to college for my spring semester and showed her my grades, she didn’t denigrate me for receiving a “C” my first semester. Instead, she invited me in and asked me how my semester went and listened to my explanation of my “C”. She didn’t demand an explanation, as my grades still were high enough to retain my scholarship, but somehow, she seemed to know that I felt the need to explain. After several minutes, when I finally quit talking, she told me that she was proud of me, “C” and all. I also felt the need to tell her that I’d decided that teaching wasn’t my calling – and again, she was supportive and reassured me that I had a bright future, no matter what career path I chose. She handed me another check and told me to stay in touch.
I hadn’t seen Ms. Harris in several years, but her death still hit me pretty hard. As I read her obituary this morning, I discovered that she wasn’t quite as old as I thought all of those years ago – she was only 64 when she passed away. And even though she’d retired from teaching a few years back, she still was extremely involved in the community.
I don’t know much, but I do know that Fredonia has lost a giant. Rest in peace, Ms. Harris. I’m sure you’re somewhere playing jazzy tunes on a piano and singing your heart out.
At the tender age of six, I thought she was an old woman, as she had steel gray hair and that was how I best judged age in those days. On the first day of first grade, I remember being somewhat scared, as I’d heard she was mean – after all, she was the one teacher who still kept a paddle in her classroom. I did know that she’d been my sister’s teacher, and since Jill had survived, I figured that I would, too.
What I didn’t know but learned throughout my year with her was that, while she could be stern and strict and ruled her classroom with somewhat of an iron fist, you would be hard-pressed to find a teacher who loved her students more. She was a relatively short woman (I’m guessing she wasn’t a bit over 5’2”), but she was larger than life. She played the piano and we sang at the top of our lungs. She read us books and we all listened to her as she gave life to the different characters. She introduced us all to the “super duper smiley face” and we all worked hard to have one of those placed on our assignments, as they were way better than ANY gold star!
The following August, when I moved on to second grade, I was sad – I’d loved my first grade teacher, but I knew it was time to grow up. I went on to have numerous other teachers, including those who were wonderful (Clara Margaret McCluskey) and those who were not so great (who shall remain nameless).
While I continued to grow up and finish out my elementary, middle, and high school education in Fredonia, any time I saw Ms. Harris, she greeted me with a smile. Even during my junior and senior years of high school, if she was in the grocery store where I worked, she made a point to say hello to me.
At the end of my senior year, when I had decided that I wanted to become a high school language arts teacher, Ms. Harris was still highly involved with the Fredonia Unified Teachers’ Association, from whom I received a scholarship. I received a card from Ms. Harris, along with a check for the first half of my scholarship, in May; in addition to wishing me luck, the card told me to come see her in December, once I had my first semester’s grades.
When I stopped to see her before heading back to college for my spring semester and showed her my grades, she didn’t denigrate me for receiving a “C” my first semester. Instead, she invited me in and asked me how my semester went and listened to my explanation of my “C”. She didn’t demand an explanation, as my grades still were high enough to retain my scholarship, but somehow, she seemed to know that I felt the need to explain. After several minutes, when I finally quit talking, she told me that she was proud of me, “C” and all. I also felt the need to tell her that I’d decided that teaching wasn’t my calling – and again, she was supportive and reassured me that I had a bright future, no matter what career path I chose. She handed me another check and told me to stay in touch.
I hadn’t seen Ms. Harris in several years, but her death still hit me pretty hard. As I read her obituary this morning, I discovered that she wasn’t quite as old as I thought all of those years ago – she was only 64 when she passed away. And even though she’d retired from teaching a few years back, she still was extremely involved in the community.
I don’t know much, but I do know that Fredonia has lost a giant. Rest in peace, Ms. Harris. I’m sure you’re somewhere playing jazzy tunes on a piano and singing your heart out.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Good Friends, Good Food, Good Fun
My friend Tracy and I had a girlie party last Friday night. While I wish that some of our other friends could have joined us, we had an absolute blast! Good friends, good drinks, good fun, and good food….mmm…good food. Below are recipes for a couple of things that I made to take; I’ll add another post later with a couple of recipes that I was planning to make and take, but didn’t, simply in the interest of time.
Spinach Brownies
Ingredients:
10 ounce package frozen spinach
½ cup all purpose flour
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon baking powder
1 egg
½ cup milk
¼ cup melted butter
½ onion, diced
½ medium red pepper, chopped
1 clove garlic, diced
2 pieces of bacon, chopped
½ cup shredded mozzarella cheese
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 317. Lightly grease 8x8 inch pan.
2. Place spinach in medium saucepan with enough water to cover. Bring to a boil. Lower heat to simmer and cook until spinach is just cooked, which should be about 5 minutes. Remove from heat, drain thoroughly, and set aside.
3. Sautee red peppers, onions, garlic, and bacon in frying pan over medium heat, until vegetables are slightly softened.
4. In large bowl, mix flour, salt, and baking powder. Stir in egg, milk, and butter. Mix in spinach, pepper mixture, and cheese.
5. Transfer the mixture to prepared baking dish and bake in preheated oven for 30-35 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Notes:
This is similar to a quiche – only you can hold it in your hand. As the recipe author suggested, I initially served mine chilled, but think they’d be much better if slightly warmed.
I doubled this recipe and didn’t have the best results ever. If you decide to double it, bake it in two 8s8 pans, not one larger pan, and I think you’ll be happier. I also think I should have baked mine a little longer, but they still were pretty good. I’m excited to try it again with some spice additions.
Uncle Bill’s Sausage Balls
Ingredients:
2 boxes Stove Top Pork Dressing
1 ½ cup hot water
2 pounds sausage
2 eggs
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup chopped celery
1 chopped onion
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350. Line several cookie sheets/jelly roll pans with foil and spray with Pam.
2. Mix all ingredients together with hands and shape into small balls. Place balls on pans.
3. Cover with foil and bake for 20 minutes. Remove foil and bake an additional 30 minutes.
Notes:
These things are seriously like crack to me. Seriously. One recipe makes a TON, though, so unless you’re planning on serving a lot of people, you might cut it in half. These actually freeze quite nicely, too.
Spinach Brownies
Ingredients:
10 ounce package frozen spinach
½ cup all purpose flour
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon baking powder
1 egg
½ cup milk
¼ cup melted butter
½ onion, diced
½ medium red pepper, chopped
1 clove garlic, diced
2 pieces of bacon, chopped
½ cup shredded mozzarella cheese
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 317. Lightly grease 8x8 inch pan.
2. Place spinach in medium saucepan with enough water to cover. Bring to a boil. Lower heat to simmer and cook until spinach is just cooked, which should be about 5 minutes. Remove from heat, drain thoroughly, and set aside.
3. Sautee red peppers, onions, garlic, and bacon in frying pan over medium heat, until vegetables are slightly softened.
4. In large bowl, mix flour, salt, and baking powder. Stir in egg, milk, and butter. Mix in spinach, pepper mixture, and cheese.
5. Transfer the mixture to prepared baking dish and bake in preheated oven for 30-35 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Notes:
This is similar to a quiche – only you can hold it in your hand. As the recipe author suggested, I initially served mine chilled, but think they’d be much better if slightly warmed.
I doubled this recipe and didn’t have the best results ever. If you decide to double it, bake it in two 8s8 pans, not one larger pan, and I think you’ll be happier. I also think I should have baked mine a little longer, but they still were pretty good. I’m excited to try it again with some spice additions.
Uncle Bill’s Sausage Balls
Ingredients:
2 boxes Stove Top Pork Dressing
1 ½ cup hot water
2 pounds sausage
2 eggs
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup chopped celery
1 chopped onion
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350. Line several cookie sheets/jelly roll pans with foil and spray with Pam.
2. Mix all ingredients together with hands and shape into small balls. Place balls on pans.
3. Cover with foil and bake for 20 minutes. Remove foil and bake an additional 30 minutes.
Notes:
These things are seriously like crack to me. Seriously. One recipe makes a TON, though, so unless you’re planning on serving a lot of people, you might cut it in half. These actually freeze quite nicely, too.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Nervous Nellie
I'm excited that I've got a day off tomorrow. I'm not so excited for the reason I'm not working tomorrow. I've got an appointment for some tests tomorrow to see if we can get to the bottom of a little problem I've been having for the past five weeks.
I hate to admit this, but I'm nervous. I'm actually even a little scared at what we might find, but yet, I'm ready because I want some answers. Because, with answers, then we can figure out a way to start fixing things...right?
I've just got to remember that, no matter what, there are other people out there who are dealing with way worse problems than me. No matter what, I'll make it over this little speedbump in the road of life.
I hate to admit this, but I'm nervous. I'm actually even a little scared at what we might find, but yet, I'm ready because I want some answers. Because, with answers, then we can figure out a way to start fixing things...right?
I've just got to remember that, no matter what, there are other people out there who are dealing with way worse problems than me. No matter what, I'll make it over this little speedbump in the road of life.
Take Your Slander Elsewhere
Wow, was yesterday a serious Monday for me. I woke up ready to take on the week, but by noon, I was not a very happy girl -- and it was all due to the fact that someone I know decided to slander me.
Without going into too much detail, I learned, through a friend, of the things this person was saying about me. Needless to say, I was shocked, horrified, distraught, and most of all, pissed off. There wasn't a shred of truth (at least not as far as I know) in any of the things he was saying about me.
I don't take too kindly to having my character and work ethic attacked. I'm a hard worker and most anyone who knows me probably will tell you the same. Do I have days when I don't give it my all? Sure, but I think that we all have those days. Do I like to have a good time while I'm working? Absolutely! If you don't take a few minutes here and there to laugh and enjoy life, then I think you're less productive.
If I was a different type of person, I would consider hiring an attorney and going after this jerk for slander. But, I think I'll pass...at least this time. After all, I'm a firm believer in this little thing called karma...and, while she's a bitch, she has yet to fail me.
Without going into too much detail, I learned, through a friend, of the things this person was saying about me. Needless to say, I was shocked, horrified, distraught, and most of all, pissed off. There wasn't a shred of truth (at least not as far as I know) in any of the things he was saying about me.
I don't take too kindly to having my character and work ethic attacked. I'm a hard worker and most anyone who knows me probably will tell you the same. Do I have days when I don't give it my all? Sure, but I think that we all have those days. Do I like to have a good time while I'm working? Absolutely! If you don't take a few minutes here and there to laugh and enjoy life, then I think you're less productive.
If I was a different type of person, I would consider hiring an attorney and going after this jerk for slander. But, I think I'll pass...at least this time. After all, I'm a firm believer in this little thing called karma...and, while she's a bitch, she has yet to fail me.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Professor John Lehman
In college, I double majored in English and communication, with an emphasis in public relations. I was fortunate enough to have several amazing professors who taught me a great deal – both about the subject at hand and about life – but I truly can say that there was no one quite like John Lehman.
Ah, yes…Professor Lehman. The communication professor to be feared by many, revered by most, and respected by nearly everyone in the division. I heard stories about Professor Lehman and, honestly, was kind of scared to take his courses. Horror stories – stories of seniors having to delay graduation because of not passing his classes, stories of memorized speeches, stories of no one, and I do mean no one, passing the first exam in each of his classes. So, I did the smart thing: I waited until my senior year to take the three required courses that were taught only by Professor Lehman. Just a few weeks into the semester, I figured out that waiting to take his classes was not intelligent; in fact, it was one of the biggest mistakes of my collegiate career. Why? Because I was afraid I wouldn’t pass? Nope. It was because of the amount of knowledge this man possessed – knowledge that would have benefitted me much earlier in my academic pursuits.
I took one of his classes the first semester of my senior year and was planning to take the remaining two during my final semester. We were approximately a month in to the first class (Theory of Communication) and he announced the first test. In his rough, gravelly voice, he proclaimed that no one ever passed his first test. Well, if you know me, you know that I took that as a challenge and set out to prove him wrong. Amazingly enough, one of my classmates and I DID prove him wrong, by passing. He lauded us in front of everyone, which embarrassed both of us, but secretly, deep down inside, we were proud of ourselves.
Fast forward to the end of that semester and the class (significantly reduced in number by those who couldn’t hang with Lehman) filed in to take our final. We waited…and waited…and waited. No Professor Lehman. Was this some kind of joke? Was there really not going to be a final? The class had gotten easier over the semester, so dare we hope that there wasn’t going to be a final? The door opened and Dr. Katt, the division chair, walked in and stood before us. As he looked us over, swallowed hard, and managed to not look any of us in the eye, we all knew something was wrong. He told us, in a hushed voice, that Professor Lehman had suffered a heart attack the night before. He was alive and expected to live, but was not in good shape. Dr. Katt would be giving us our final.
A few weeks later when the spring semester started, I walked into my first Professor Lehman course of the semester and found a stranger for a professor; he announced the Professor Lehman was out for the semester to heal and would not be back until the next year. I was crushed -- no more Professor Lehman; this man was my nemesis in that he made class incredibly difficult, but he was my sage, knowledgeable professor who taught me so much. While I was excited to realize that this might mean that my final semester would be easier, I was broken-hearted that I wouldn’t be learning from such a great mind. In the end, the two courses I completed that semester, which were supposed to be taught by Lehman, were taught by two stellar professors and I look back on those memories fondly. I learned a lot from both professors and have one of my best collegiate classroom memories from Advanced Public Speaking, taught by Dr. Joseph Rosillion.
So, why the long soliloquy on Professor Lehman – the gruff, old, stubborn professor? I learned this morning that he passed away on Friday and I’m overcome by a huge sense of sadness. When I first learned of his death (posted by Roger Heineken on facebook, for those of you ESU’ers who remember Roger), I sat in my office with tears in my eyes. Even though I knew that his health most likely wasn’t great, especially because of the heart attack, he somehow seemed like the giant who would live forever. ESU will not be the same without him. Professor Lehman, if you’re somewhere that you can read this, thank you. Thank you for helping make me the communications professional I am today. The future students of ESU truly never will know what they missed out on without you.
Ah, yes…Professor Lehman. The communication professor to be feared by many, revered by most, and respected by nearly everyone in the division. I heard stories about Professor Lehman and, honestly, was kind of scared to take his courses. Horror stories – stories of seniors having to delay graduation because of not passing his classes, stories of memorized speeches, stories of no one, and I do mean no one, passing the first exam in each of his classes. So, I did the smart thing: I waited until my senior year to take the three required courses that were taught only by Professor Lehman. Just a few weeks into the semester, I figured out that waiting to take his classes was not intelligent; in fact, it was one of the biggest mistakes of my collegiate career. Why? Because I was afraid I wouldn’t pass? Nope. It was because of the amount of knowledge this man possessed – knowledge that would have benefitted me much earlier in my academic pursuits.
I took one of his classes the first semester of my senior year and was planning to take the remaining two during my final semester. We were approximately a month in to the first class (Theory of Communication) and he announced the first test. In his rough, gravelly voice, he proclaimed that no one ever passed his first test. Well, if you know me, you know that I took that as a challenge and set out to prove him wrong. Amazingly enough, one of my classmates and I DID prove him wrong, by passing. He lauded us in front of everyone, which embarrassed both of us, but secretly, deep down inside, we were proud of ourselves.
Fast forward to the end of that semester and the class (significantly reduced in number by those who couldn’t hang with Lehman) filed in to take our final. We waited…and waited…and waited. No Professor Lehman. Was this some kind of joke? Was there really not going to be a final? The class had gotten easier over the semester, so dare we hope that there wasn’t going to be a final? The door opened and Dr. Katt, the division chair, walked in and stood before us. As he looked us over, swallowed hard, and managed to not look any of us in the eye, we all knew something was wrong. He told us, in a hushed voice, that Professor Lehman had suffered a heart attack the night before. He was alive and expected to live, but was not in good shape. Dr. Katt would be giving us our final.
A few weeks later when the spring semester started, I walked into my first Professor Lehman course of the semester and found a stranger for a professor; he announced the Professor Lehman was out for the semester to heal and would not be back until the next year. I was crushed -- no more Professor Lehman; this man was my nemesis in that he made class incredibly difficult, but he was my sage, knowledgeable professor who taught me so much. While I was excited to realize that this might mean that my final semester would be easier, I was broken-hearted that I wouldn’t be learning from such a great mind. In the end, the two courses I completed that semester, which were supposed to be taught by Lehman, were taught by two stellar professors and I look back on those memories fondly. I learned a lot from both professors and have one of my best collegiate classroom memories from Advanced Public Speaking, taught by Dr. Joseph Rosillion.
So, why the long soliloquy on Professor Lehman – the gruff, old, stubborn professor? I learned this morning that he passed away on Friday and I’m overcome by a huge sense of sadness. When I first learned of his death (posted by Roger Heineken on facebook, for those of you ESU’ers who remember Roger), I sat in my office with tears in my eyes. Even though I knew that his health most likely wasn’t great, especially because of the heart attack, he somehow seemed like the giant who would live forever. ESU will not be the same without him. Professor Lehman, if you’re somewhere that you can read this, thank you. Thank you for helping make me the communications professional I am today. The future students of ESU truly never will know what they missed out on without you.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Icy Awesomeness!
Jason was very sweet and came and got me during the middle of Icepocalypse 2010 on Friday afternoon and brought me back home tonight. Without going into why, I haven't been feeling very well and wanted to spend the weekend with him; he's such an awesome guy and I'm so very lucky!
Anyhoo, after Tess and I got home and she had dinner, I opened my back door to let her out and found this:
This was taken from my back porch. I could see some even bigger icicles and ice formations on the corner of my house, but I didn't feel like killing myself on the steps and trying to slide under these, just for a pic or two. When it's light out tomorrow, perhaps I'll be able to get a better pic from the porch!
Anyhoo, after Tess and I got home and she had dinner, I opened my back door to let her out and found this:
This was taken from my back porch. I could see some even bigger icicles and ice formations on the corner of my house, but I didn't feel like killing myself on the steps and trying to slide under these, just for a pic or two. When it's light out tomorrow, perhaps I'll be able to get a better pic from the porch!
Priorities, People!
A week ago tonight, I had one of those nights when I just flat could not sleep. Around 2:30 am, I crawled out of bed and headed for the living room, thinking that I'd watch a little TV and try to fall asleep in the recliner.
I had just turned on the TV and was starting to drift off when I heard the dreaded tones of the Emergency Management System. After being advised that "An emergency had been declared in your area; turn to channel 7 for more information.", I flipped to channel 7 to learn that an Amber Alert had been issued.
I didn't get a ton of information from channel 7, so I flipped to some local news stations. Nothing. I grabbed my laptop and started looking for information and finally, on the last station page I looked at, I found a little more information. A little girl, age 8, was presumed to have been kidnapped by her ex-stepfather, who was wanted in connection with killing the little girl's mother earlier in the day. They gave the information about the girl, the suspect, and the vehicle he was thought to be driving, but not much else. I had a very hard time going back to sleep, as I was thinking about this poor girl and was hoping she'd be okay.
Sickly, it wasn't until several hours later before ANY of the other local news stations or the Daily Oklahoman had any information on their websites. Sure, there aren't a ton of people who were up at that time and could be on the lookout for these people, but there definitely were some. And, yes, I know, for a fact, that each of these media outlets have people on staff around the clock, so this information *could* have been posted.
Fast forward two days and no one has seen neither hide nor hair of the suspect or little girl. Is it still front and center in the media and on the electronic billboards on Oklahoma highways? Nope. So what's front and center? The damned impending ice/snow storm. If you can even find mention of the Amber Alert and this missing child, it's deeply imbedded within the media. Instead, we're focusing on the potential bad weather.
I think that we, as a society, and ESPECIALLY our media, need to re-adjust our priorities. We've all been through ice/snow storms before. We all know what to do and there's no reason to panic. Instead, we should be focusing on what we need to do to find this little girl and bring peace to her father. I'm infuriated that we'd rather focus on potential bad weather (that's truly not putting lives at danger outright -- like a tornado or hurricane) instead of a young, innocent life.
So, I'm doing my part. Here the information on the Amber Alert and missing child:
Victim is a Aja Johnson, White Female, 8-year-old, 4 feet, 65 pounds, Brown hair, brown eyes - very thin build. Victim is very slender -- no clothing description. Suspect is Lester Hobbs, White Male, 47-year-old, 5 feet 9 inches, 180 pounds -- no clothing description. Suspect is driving a white 1992 Toyota Paseo Oklahoma license Plate number 577BPW. The back window has been replaced with a piece of sheet metal. Suspect is also wanted in connection with the homicide of the victim's mother and should be considered armed and dangerous.
Any information contact:
COMANCHE County Sheriff's Office
580-353-4280 or 877-652-6237 or 911
No matter where you live, please keep your eyes open for this little girl and this suspect.
I had just turned on the TV and was starting to drift off when I heard the dreaded tones of the Emergency Management System. After being advised that "An emergency had been declared in your area; turn to channel 7 for more information.", I flipped to channel 7 to learn that an Amber Alert had been issued.
I didn't get a ton of information from channel 7, so I flipped to some local news stations. Nothing. I grabbed my laptop and started looking for information and finally, on the last station page I looked at, I found a little more information. A little girl, age 8, was presumed to have been kidnapped by her ex-stepfather, who was wanted in connection with killing the little girl's mother earlier in the day. They gave the information about the girl, the suspect, and the vehicle he was thought to be driving, but not much else. I had a very hard time going back to sleep, as I was thinking about this poor girl and was hoping she'd be okay.
Sickly, it wasn't until several hours later before ANY of the other local news stations or the Daily Oklahoman had any information on their websites. Sure, there aren't a ton of people who were up at that time and could be on the lookout for these people, but there definitely were some. And, yes, I know, for a fact, that each of these media outlets have people on staff around the clock, so this information *could* have been posted.
Fast forward two days and no one has seen neither hide nor hair of the suspect or little girl. Is it still front and center in the media and on the electronic billboards on Oklahoma highways? Nope. So what's front and center? The damned impending ice/snow storm. If you can even find mention of the Amber Alert and this missing child, it's deeply imbedded within the media. Instead, we're focusing on the potential bad weather.
I think that we, as a society, and ESPECIALLY our media, need to re-adjust our priorities. We've all been through ice/snow storms before. We all know what to do and there's no reason to panic. Instead, we should be focusing on what we need to do to find this little girl and bring peace to her father. I'm infuriated that we'd rather focus on potential bad weather (that's truly not putting lives at danger outright -- like a tornado or hurricane) instead of a young, innocent life.
So, I'm doing my part. Here the information on the Amber Alert and missing child:
Victim is a Aja Johnson, White Female, 8-year-old, 4 feet, 65 pounds, Brown hair, brown eyes - very thin build. Victim is very slender -- no clothing description. Suspect is Lester Hobbs, White Male, 47-year-old, 5 feet 9 inches, 180 pounds -- no clothing description. Suspect is driving a white 1992 Toyota Paseo Oklahoma license Plate number 577BPW. The back window has been replaced with a piece of sheet metal. Suspect is also wanted in connection with the homicide of the victim's mother and should be considered armed and dangerous.
Any information contact:
COMANCHE County Sheriff's Office
580-353-4280 or 877-652-6237 or 911
No matter where you live, please keep your eyes open for this little girl and this suspect.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Customer Service FAIL!
Recently, I’ve begun a redecorating project at home. For a quite some time now, I’ve been on the hunt for decent black photo frames, but have yet to find any that both look good and are affordable. Today, while hunting for frames over my lunch break, I experienced some tremendous customer service.
First, I hit up Hobby Lobby, as I’d learned that their frames are on sale this week. Not a problem – run over there, grab the ten or so frames I need, swipe the debit card, and head back to work. Much easier said than done – they didn’t have anything that I really wanted – at least, not enough of them.
So, as I’m leaving Hobby Lobby, I remember that someone told me that Michael’s had frames on sale last week, too. Awesome! They frequently run their sales for two weeks, so I thought I might have a chance there. Plus, they tend to have at least a slightly better selection. So, I called them to double check, as I didn’t have enough time to stop. My conversation went something like this:
Michael’s employee: “Michael’s in Midwest City. How can I help you?”
Me: “Yes, I was wondering if you can tell me if you have photo frames on sale this week.”
Michael’s employee: “What?”
Me: “Could you tell me if your frames are on sale this week?”
Michael’s employee: “Oh. Yeah…I don’t know.”
Me: “Is there any way that you could…”
CLICK.
He hung up on me. Seriously! Not only was he rude and unable to answer my question, but he slammed the phone down in my ear. He. Hung. Up. On. Me.
I guess I’ll either be purchasing my frames from Hobby Lobby or else I’ll be looking other places! I do know this: I won’t be back to the Michael’s here in MWC, which is a crying shame for them, because I tend to spend a decent amount of money there. Customer service FAIL!
First, I hit up Hobby Lobby, as I’d learned that their frames are on sale this week. Not a problem – run over there, grab the ten or so frames I need, swipe the debit card, and head back to work. Much easier said than done – they didn’t have anything that I really wanted – at least, not enough of them.
So, as I’m leaving Hobby Lobby, I remember that someone told me that Michael’s had frames on sale last week, too. Awesome! They frequently run their sales for two weeks, so I thought I might have a chance there. Plus, they tend to have at least a slightly better selection. So, I called them to double check, as I didn’t have enough time to stop. My conversation went something like this:
Michael’s employee: “Michael’s in Midwest City. How can I help you?”
Me: “Yes, I was wondering if you can tell me if you have photo frames on sale this week.”
Michael’s employee: “What?”
Me: “Could you tell me if your frames are on sale this week?”
Michael’s employee: “Oh. Yeah…I don’t know.”
Me: “Is there any way that you could…”
CLICK.
He hung up on me. Seriously! Not only was he rude and unable to answer my question, but he slammed the phone down in my ear. He. Hung. Up. On. Me.
I guess I’ll either be purchasing my frames from Hobby Lobby or else I’ll be looking other places! I do know this: I won’t be back to the Michael’s here in MWC, which is a crying shame for them, because I tend to spend a decent amount of money there. Customer service FAIL!
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