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Firstly - HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] katje0711

I called in sick to work today. I'm not feeling 100% perky, so it's not completely dishonest, but overall I just couldn't stand the thought of sitting there today.

Sadly the day is reflecting my mood, ala any good Gothic or Victorian novel, and it is going to rain. Still, I'm home, I'll hopefully get some stuff done around the house, and I can play online without feeling (too) guilty, or worrying that someone will come in at catch me playing Scrabble.

Had a college dream last night. Those are easy to analyze. Want to go back to when I had more things going for me. The dream later turned into a dream about Lost, and Sawyer and I were hiding in a room somewhere, trying to escape from Lostzilla which was, in my dream, a dinasaur. Don't know what that means.

Any road, I'll be posting a lot today, methinks. Hopefully I'll have more interesting things to talk about later in the day.
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Firstly - HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] katje0711

I called in sick to work today. I'm not feeling 100% perky, so it's not completely dishonest, but overall I just couldn't stand the thought of sitting there today.

Sadly the day is reflecting my mood, ala any good Gothic or Victorian novel, and it is going to rain. Still, I'm home, I'll hopefully get some stuff done around the house, and I can play online without feeling (too) guilty, or worrying that someone will come in at catch me playing Scrabble.

Had a college dream last night. Those are easy to analyze. Want to go back to when I had more things going for me. The dream later turned into a dream about Lost, and Sawyer and I were hiding in a room somewhere, trying to escape from Lostzilla which was, in my dream, a dinasaur. Don't know what that means.

Any road, I'll be posting a lot today, methinks. Hopefully I'll have more interesting things to talk about later in the day.
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I'm not talking about the State of the Union address. Too frightening. Am only going to talk fluffy things today. And do fluffy quizes, and find fluffy memes and that sort of thing. *puts fingers in ears* Not happening, lalalalalalala.

Today is my husband's birthday. Happy birthday Kris! He's 38. I hope his work gives him a cake.

Charlie made a poster at school yesterday for his daddy's birthday - I meant to bring it in to scan and post here, if I could, but I forgot it, so I'll try to remember to do it tomorrow. It's extremely cute.

However, somehow Charlie got it into his head that he would be staying home from school today for his daddy's birthday despite the fact we have never ever done that before. So this morning he refused to get dressed, put a piece of tape over the door to prevent my opening it, and wouldn't get out of the car this morning when I finally got him to school. The teacher did call me to tell me he was fine now. It's pretty funny when I think about it now. Wasn't funny a couple of hours ago, but now, yeah.

And in other good news, he totally slept in his own room two nights in a row now. Hurrah.

I had a dream I was stuck, or 'lost' on an island. Can't imagine why. At one point in my dream i discovered the island had a town, and I found a phone booth and made a collect call to get help, and dialed my old phone number - the one I had growing up, which I haven't used in something like 15 years. Weird.

Dalai Lama quote of the day: Working to ease the suffering of sentient beings, to improve the situation on the planet, is the only way to happiness, contentment, and peace.
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I'm not talking about the State of the Union address. Too frightening. Am only going to talk fluffy things today. And do fluffy quizes, and find fluffy memes and that sort of thing. *puts fingers in ears* Not happening, lalalalalalala.

Today is my husband's birthday. Happy birthday Kris! He's 38. I hope his work gives him a cake.

Charlie made a poster at school yesterday for his daddy's birthday - I meant to bring it in to scan and post here, if I could, but I forgot it, so I'll try to remember to do it tomorrow. It's extremely cute.

However, somehow Charlie got it into his head that he would be staying home from school today for his daddy's birthday despite the fact we have never ever done that before. So this morning he refused to get dressed, put a piece of tape over the door to prevent my opening it, and wouldn't get out of the car this morning when I finally got him to school. The teacher did call me to tell me he was fine now. It's pretty funny when I think about it now. Wasn't funny a couple of hours ago, but now, yeah.

And in other good news, he totally slept in his own room two nights in a row now. Hurrah.

I had a dream I was stuck, or 'lost' on an island. Can't imagine why. At one point in my dream i discovered the island had a town, and I found a phone booth and made a collect call to get help, and dialed my old phone number - the one I had growing up, which I haven't used in something like 15 years. Weird.

Dalai Lama quote of the day: Working to ease the suffering of sentient beings, to improve the situation on the planet, is the only way to happiness, contentment, and peace.
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Happy Birthday to [personal profile] gehayi!

Today is also a co-worker of mine's birthday, but he said he and his family are going to celebrate it tomorrow, since today is, well, September 11th. I personally think today would be a good day to celebrate life, and our appreciation of it.

At the one year anniversary, the company where I worked had a little ceremony of sorts, where we gathered in the conference room, and had a moment of silence. Then this one woman spoke. She was a lovely woman, very sweet, but she had some opinions that some people might think a bit too evangelical. She gave a speech that basically said that 9/11 was a judgment on Americans for being such sinners, that because so many people turned their back on God, or something, the devil was able to sneak in under His radar, or something. Not sure. I do know it bothered me more than a little bit, so I responded.

What I said, and what I believe is this. What happened wasn't the evil of some supernatural being, but was born of humans being evil to other humans.

In tragedies like this, though, is when we get the chance to really find God within ourselves. For all the evil that happened that day there were hundreds and hundreds of stories, from the heroic to the mundane, of people doing good for other people.

I saw one story were this man escaped, and as he made his way home, in considerable shock, kept asking everyone he saw to call his wife. When he got home, she'd gotten over a dozen phone calls from complete strangers telling her her husband was alive. That's God.

A few weeks after it happened, I was talking to a woman and she told me that she'd been with her best friend, who's husband had been injured that day. He was 3 blocks away in a truck, and when the towers fell, somehow the blast knocked his truck into a building. He was unconscious for three days, and had many broken bones. When he woke up, the first thing he said was 'Did I hit anybody?' That's God, too, I think.

This is why I'm enraged that George Bush used this date as an excuse to go to war. Killing, no matter how justified is doing a disservice to every single person who found their own angel within them that day. It is unfair to all the people who died because humans were being evil to other humans. Continuing that evil, again, no matter how justified, is not being honorable to their memories.

Anyway. Let's celebrate life as we remember those whose lives ended this date three years ago. Let's all try to find God in us, and do good.
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Happy Birthday to [personal profile] gehayi!

Today is also a co-worker of mine's birthday, but he said he and his family are going to celebrate it tomorrow, since today is, well, September 11th. I personally think today would be a good day to celebrate life, and our appreciation of it.

At the one year anniversary, the company where I worked had a little ceremony of sorts, where we gathered in the conference room, and had a moment of silence. Then this one woman spoke. She was a lovely woman, very sweet, but she had some opinions that some people might think a bit too evangelical. She gave a speech that basically said that 9/11 was a judgment on Americans for being such sinners, that because so many people turned their back on God, or something, the devil was able to sneak in under His radar, or something. Not sure. I do know it bothered me more than a little bit, so I responded.

What I said, and what I believe is this. What happened wasn't the evil of some supernatural being, but was born of humans being evil to other humans.

In tragedies like this, though, is when we get the chance to really find God within ourselves. For all the evil that happened that day there were hundreds and hundreds of stories, from the heroic to the mundane, of people doing good for other people.

I saw one story were this man escaped, and as he made his way home, in considerable shock, kept asking everyone he saw to call his wife. When he got home, she'd gotten over a dozen phone calls from complete strangers telling her her husband was alive. That's God.

A few weeks after it happened, I was talking to a woman and she told me that she'd been with her best friend, who's husband had been injured that day. He was 3 blocks away in a truck, and when the towers fell, somehow the blast knocked his truck into a building. He was unconscious for three days, and had many broken bones. When he woke up, the first thing he said was 'Did I hit anybody?' That's God, too, I think.

This is why I'm enraged that George Bush used this date as an excuse to go to war. Killing, no matter how justified is doing a disservice to every single person who found their own angel within them that day. It is unfair to all the people who died because humans were being evil to other humans. Continuing that evil, again, no matter how justified, is not being honorable to their memories.

Anyway. Let's celebrate life as we remember those whose lives ended this date three years ago. Let's all try to find God in us, and do good.
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Happy belated birthday to Anid Rabbit. 21 years old. The last good birthday. I'm kidding. All birthday's are good birthdays. 21 is just the last one you actually look forward to.

There was a Simpson's episode on the other day, when Bart was in the plastic bubble. At one point he rescues some nerds from the bullies by running down a slide and bouncing into them. Before he did so he said "Never Fear the Sphere is Here!" which caught my son's ear. He has been going around for days now saying "The Fear is Here!" which makes him sound a bit like a wrestler.

Sunday is my 12th wedding anniversary. I have a photo of us on our wedding day on my desk at work. I forget how long ago 12 years is until I look at the photo.

I need to sit down and start writing Original Fiction again. Haven't been struck by any inspiration lately though. I have notebooks full of half finished or just started stories from high school and college, and even a few from when I was in my early 20's, but inspiration doesn't seem to hit as often. I keep saying I want to be a published writer, but I need to write. Rather hard, otherwise. It's not like they're going to do a reality series like American Idol for writers any time soon. Thank god.

I did write a poem today at my sister's behest. Her college roommate is getting married, and she wanted to put a poem with her shower gift. It's here )

if anyone is interested. Not one of my best works, but it's okay. It's hard to write about someone you don't know.

Well, I've wasted enough of a Friday afternoon. Time to get back to the dead boring project I'm working on.
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Happy belated birthday to Anid Rabbit. 21 years old. The last good birthday. I'm kidding. All birthday's are good birthdays. 21 is just the last one you actually look forward to.

There was a Simpson's episode on the other day, when Bart was in the plastic bubble. At one point he rescues some nerds from the bullies by running down a slide and bouncing into them. Before he did so he said "Never Fear the Sphere is Here!" which caught my son's ear. He has been going around for days now saying "The Fear is Here!" which makes him sound a bit like a wrestler.

Sunday is my 12th wedding anniversary. I have a photo of us on our wedding day on my desk at work. I forget how long ago 12 years is until I look at the photo.

I need to sit down and start writing Original Fiction again. Haven't been struck by any inspiration lately though. I have notebooks full of half finished or just started stories from high school and college, and even a few from when I was in my early 20's, but inspiration doesn't seem to hit as often. I keep saying I want to be a published writer, but I need to write. Rather hard, otherwise. It's not like they're going to do a reality series like American Idol for writers any time soon. Thank god.

I did write a poem today at my sister's behest. Her college roommate is getting married, and she wanted to put a poem with her shower gift. It's here )

if anyone is interested. Not one of my best works, but it's okay. It's hard to write about someone you don't know.

Well, I've wasted enough of a Friday afternoon. Time to get back to the dead boring project I'm working on.

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