I was at work today and had just finished a massage when the receptionist told me that we had a walk-in that I needed to get to right away. I asked the woman what she wanted worked on and how deep she liked, but that was pretty much the end of our conversation. I figured she was one of the silent processors who doesn't talk during massage so that she can concentrate on the work.
So I did fairly deep work, occasionally asking how she was. Each time
she responded with a giggle and "I'm OK." I thought she must
just really be enjoying her massage. But when she got up, as I handed
her her water, I noticed she looked a bit wobbly. So I advised her to
sit for a moment before going out to drive. "Oh no", she
replied. "I've got to go. I'm getting married in two
By now, she's Mrs. Somebody-or-other. And I have a feeling she'll have a great marriage. After all, she already knows how to get take care of her needs while calmly getting what she wants out of life.
Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!
"We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: "Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace,
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God.
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And at the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.
Sorry I’ve been so absent lately. But we got both a Wii and a puppy this week. Not to mention that I still have the rest of the family and am working 6 days a week now. So…while there’s an awful lot to write about, there’s very little time.
Let’s see. Our puppy’s a twelve week old black lab who’s absolutely full of energy and poop. I mean really super full of both. I sure am glad that Kajsa’s potty trained these days. Otherwise, I’d never stop gagging.
Speaking of otherwise (were we?). Kajsa used the word in a sentence yesterday. I was so proud. She just pops up with new vocabulary all the time.
Anyway, we spent all night trying to figure out what in the world we were going to name this little fella. We tried Odin, but Chris didn’t like that since the mythology has Odin siring Thor. And since Thor is our old dog, he thought that would be inaccurate.
My response ? “Chris, not only are they dog’s, but everyone knows that reincarnation always mixes the relationships up a little.” I mean Jeez. How could he make such a silly blunder, anyway? Still, it was a no go. Much to Maya’s chagrin, as that was her #1 pick.
So hours and hours later we arrived at his name. By that time Maya had gone off to bed, but the rest of us were up. I believe the last thing I heard before drifting off was:
So Rufus it is.
Maya was a little concerned this morning because Rufus is the name of Kimpossible’s naked mole rat. And if you know what that means, then you’re one step ahead of me. What we really took the name from is Dogma. If you’ve seen that movie say, 834 times like we have, you’ll easily get the connection.
As for the Wii; what can I say, I totally rock at fake 9 ball. Kajsa’s a champ at fishing. Maya excels at bowling and baseball. And Chris, big surprise, loves shooting things. So everyone’s happy around here. Which is better than I can say for these people.
I hope all is going well for you, too.
Sometimes I get so dizzy watching history repeat itself.|
Let’s all give
It is my hope that as organ donation becomes more highly regulated throughout the world, greater numbers of people will find themselves comfortable with making the contribution. After all, we’ve all heard the horror stories about the tourist who woke up to find himself in a bath tub full of ice with one kidney missing. And to tell the truth, before Kajsa was born, this was the first image that popped into my mind when ever the subject was broached.
But since her birth, I’ve learned how absurd and paranoid my line of thinking was. Having been there though, I can fully empathize with anyone’s fears around the subject. Truly, I can. So if you’d like to find out more information – ever, just drop me a line. I won’t judge you. I’d simply love to help you to find the information you need.
Cross my heart.
I was just over at The
Mother of All Blogs today and found an interesting post about the newest
Well, actually, not so much. Not really at all, once you think about it. Ann Douglass and her commenters focused quite a bit on copy write laws, the inherent value of one’s contribution, and the ilk. Most of them appear to be writers, so they immediately went in that direction with their feedback. It’s a thought provoking post/discussion. I thoroughly encourage you to go check it out.
And while I enjoyed reading all of their thoughts, I still had this niggling concern that just kept buzzing around the back of my brain. After washing a few dishes and making up Kajsa’s meds, I finally pinned it down. It was this: We as moms have finally been recognized as a rather desperate population. And once that acknowledgment was made, did corporations stop to find a way to truly try to unite and uplift us? Of course not. Why would they? What they did do, though, was find a fairly effective way to exploit our isolation, our feelings of invisibility, and, yes, our “I haven’t slept well in five years. It’s a good thing I don’t have to think about how to make a peanut butter sandwich” boredom.
“Come on down!” they say. “We’ll give you an outlet. We’ll let you talk to other grown ups. Just give us (give us!) all your original ides and stories. Then you can watch us make over your life with prettier people who are bound to have more sex appeal than you. But that’s OK, ‘cause you, and you alone, can bask in the knowledge that it was your life to which you’ve now given away the rights. You are the funny, inspirational, touching lady beneath Leah Remini’s skin.”
I just don’t buy it. I won’t contribute. I don’t really want you to either. If you want to have online friends and recognition, start a blog. Write posts. Visit other moms’ blogs and tell them how great you really think they are. That’s where the real empowerment lies. Not in some artificial environment brought to you by people who will never see your brilliance as anything but another faceless dollar sign.
We watched Night at the Museum last night. What a fun movie. It sure beats the heck out of last week’s pick of Borat. Be sure to check it out (Night at the Museum, that is - not Borat). I know we’ll be buying the DVD once price goes down.
The whole time I was watching it, though, I kept thinking that I knew the actress who played Sacagawea. Upon reviewing it this morning, I finally placed her. She’s one of the models for the Stitch ‘N Bitch books. It’s good to know that my hobbies and reading are at least somewhat more important to me than the latest celebrities.
Oh, speaking of knitting, I’m almost finished with the socks I’m making. I’ll be sure to post a picture of the finished pair. They were so much fun that I’m taking the class next week on making two socks at the same time on circulars.
Also, Wednesday I met the owner of Southwest Trading Company while hanging out for the Charity Knit session at A Good Yarn. Their products are so cool. We chatted for a while about their new tofutsies line. It uses Wool, Soy Silk, and Chitin, a product that’s made from the by products of the seafood industry. Apparently, it has some fabulous antibacterial, antimicrobial, anti-stinkousness properties. Not only that, but these crab shells, etc. are NOT being dumped back into the ocean. I was totally impressed. If you knit, make sure you check out their site.
I’m not certain yet exactly how I feel about deflowering my formerly vegetarian sock collection. I have to do some serious thought about the cost/benefit ratios of chitin when compared to, say, acrylic and other polluting, factory derived fibers.
Either way, I’m loving the thoughtfulness with which these folks approach their company and its policies.