Posts tagged ‘dailies’

September 15, 2012

Just babbeling

How do you perceive the world, and for that matter time in its relation to the previous perception.

I remember being a kid. Everything in life was a tragedy. There were no answers to the questions as the questions had no foundation in logic or general perception. As a child, to include teenagers, we perceive the world in such a strange matter. We didn’t think in absolutes. There were no consequences to our actions if we didn’t get caught. Its was survival of the fittest and only the mentally strong survived.

At just 16 years of age 2 of my friends had committed suicide. I’m not sorry they are gone. I don’t feel bad for them. They made a choice. What I do think about from time to time is how they perceived the world. Both kids came from decent homes with stable parents of the middle class, my perception. So, one could ask what went wrong, speculate. For me I have no idea as I suppose no one else does. Maybe it can be suggested that their very souls were troubled. That their minds perceived a different world than the rest of us lived in. It is had to say what is normal when there is no biases for normality. We all must die at some point no matter how the life is taken. This particular incident is the driving force for many thoughts. Why people do what they do. Why people think or act a certain way. How we perceive the world around us.

One of my perceptions that has come from this.

I was sitting the other day thinking about the fact that I was doing nothing and that nothing in and of itself is quite actually something. For what reason was I doing nothing. Was I just being lazy. Was I bored which by the way is a ridiculous thought in and of its self because we can always conjure up something to do. Boredom is just an excuse to justify why your doing nothing. A reason to complain that the world in not catering to you at the moment. So, there I was sitting, just sitting.

If I sit and do nothing; that’s my choice. If i sit doing nothing and wish i had done something; that’s my choice. So maybe sitting doing nothing us exactly what I want to do. If indeed it is exactly what I want to do then there can be no complaint. On the other hand, if it is not what I want to do then I should change what I am doing so that it is. Will doing nothing result in regret of time wasted. I refuse to have regret, so it can not. I must accept my actions as being a direct result of how I perceive  the world around me.
I need to work on the clarity of this one. Be back Later.

 

September 7, 2012

What measures a man

ImageIt been a couple years that I told a 17 years old kid, “What measures man is his actions, not his thought, not  his beliefs. ”

I believe this to be a true statement for all humans. It is our actions that make us who we are. It is our beliefs, opinions, values, morals that help guide our actions.

My son is 11. He is not yet a man, but still not a child. Life here is that of a vast labyrith. There are many twists and turns that lead to great black holes and dead ends. These children’s minds wonder in all directions, but down no road is there a sign that points, “This is the right way my dear child. Please take my hand and I will guide you.” The voices scream from every direction calling to the innocence of youth, making demands, challenging the very virtue of the child.

If I let my son do as he please eventually these voices screaming become reason, justification.  I see this happen all the time. Kids 15 years old stealing cars, doing drugs, having sex. Even the 17 year old had a child at 18.

My expectations are high, not because I expect them to meet them, but rather reach for them.  Everywhere in society kids are getting participation awards, feel good moments. If that’s the case then why do we even bother to educate when, in fact, all we need is a babysitter. There cheaper. Kids need to be challenged, expected to seek accomplishment.

It dawned on me the other day that my son could not cook a simple egg, because I have always made breakfast; I like cooking. He can now. Now he can make his own breakfast everyday, and he will.

I dawned on me that my son just expects me to do his laundry. Not anymore.
I will not feed or walk the dog. I will not check his math homework. They have an app for that. I will not do his chores because he wants to go play. Today he will become the man I want him to be.

He will make decisions. He will provide intelligent anwsers based on his participation in education. He will use critical thinking, and form opinions. He will change his mind when appropriate and seek truths where falacies lie. he will stand up for what he believes in and fight for beliefs where warrented. He will be kind, and do the right thing. And most of all before he leaves this house he will be judged harshly, and critically by the actions he chooses to make.

I will always be there to watch him stumble, to make mistakes and learn lifes lessons. I will catch him when he falls, and place punishment when needed. I will be firm and leave no rock left unturned.

Every failure, every one will lead him to success in life. Each and every achievement much greater than any feel good moment can provide.

Men are great when life is earned. You don’t get an award because your breathing.

July 16, 2011

Just a thought while digging

I was out in my garden yesterday working the ground. In my garden that’s quite a bit of work. The top 12 inches is Dg mixed with all the trash from building my track home. Once you get below that it’s beautiful. I, being the person I am, don’t like to go to the gym so I do all this work with a shovel. It’s an old shovel and the spade is cracked but I like it all the same. It works. Believe it or not I could spend the whole day outside just digging ditches. My daughter says I make a good Mexican. I always laugh because it’s probably true. When I see guys working on the side of the road with shovels I always want to stop and dig.

Cross fit, do you do it? On occasion I do. It obvious to me that cross fit came from hard labor. Moving construction tires after all is hard work. Swinging kettle bells is similar to hammers, buckets, bags, etc. Cross fit, without any research whatsoever, looks like labor.

When did we stop doing, accomplishing, for the sake of abs? Do you have any idea how much we as a people could accomplish if we did a little labor instead of going to the gym. How much money could we save if we mowed our lawns, grew our own vegetables, fixed our own houses, walked our own dogs, played with our children? Instead we buy a gym membership and pay people to do these things for us. I have a gym membership though I don’t go often. It’s nine dollars a month, so I figure for those days I have nothing to shovel, fix or do it’s worth it.

The human body is an amazing thing. I know both girls and guys that spend two plus hours a day working out only to spend the rest of the day looking in the mirror, eating lettuce, and chicken. They look great. I spend two hours a day digging, raking, hauling, planting, and watering. I spend the rest of my day picking vegetables, cooking gourmet food with butter, playing my guitar, and drinking red wine. They have great abs and don’t eat burgers. I have not so great abs and love burgers. I don’t look in the mirror and see a fabulous body, but rather an accomplished woman. I grow produce in abundance and give a great deal of it away. My hard labor pays off. In return my friends may me dishes and deserts with the produce I have given them. No doubt the gym wouldn’t do the same.

June 25, 2011

Me and My Guitar

I’ve said it before. I’m stuck in a rut. I know the basics but just don’t know how to move forward.

When I started playing a year ago I struggled with playing left or right handed. I finally decided left which limits me. I bought a Fender 100 because that was the only left handed guitar they had in stock which was fine because like all things I didn’t know if I would stick with it. Kind of like writing. I love doing it but time always seems to be a factor. There just isn’t enough time to do everything and my daily chores. As I played and practiced I played more, and then more. The laundry didn’t mind waiting and I was grateful for the extra time to play.

Seven months into playing I got sick which put a real damper on the whole thing. Had I hit the spot where commitment was lost? Was I just over it and wasted a couple hundred dollars on guitar I wouldn’t play again? Did I want to play? I just didn’t know where to start or where to go. The rut had found me. Little by little I picked it up every day and strummed a chord or two but the interest wasn’t really there. I know all the basic chords and have put together a couple melodies. But still I felt lost.

Writing is a different story. You almost always have pen and paper. The waste factor is unusually low if you set it down for months, even years it’s no big deal. At least not for me. I almost certainly did not want to see my guitar end up that way, so I broke down and bought a program.

guitarjamz.com. Marty Swartz is my saving grace. I joined his guitar coaching club which in just two days has taught me a great many things, including some music theory. I’m very self motivated when it comes to something I want to do. I love to research my interests so I had been watching his free videos on You Tube since I started. Of course there’re a great many teachers and programs out there. I like Marty the best. He is easy to understand not to mention I like his hats. The hats are important because who wants to look at some aesthetically unpleasing sap.

Now I look forward to playing everyday even if life only affords me fifteen minutes. Now if I could just get motivated to take some writing classes my life would be complete.

June 20, 2011

A sexy man with a hat

Have you ever seen a good looking man that looked bad in a ball cap. I haven’t. Now call me southern but a good looking man in a ball cap is a good looking man in a ball cap.

Baseball hats have a long history. They were originally designed around 1850 and serve the same purpose today as they did then. They shade the eyes from both natural and artificial light.

Here’s a few stats.

* 121 million hats sold every year
* 85% have nothing to do with baseball. Not surprising.
* 1.04 billion is the market share. At $40 a hat that seems rather low.
* The market has increased 5 to 15 percent every year since they were invented.

That’s a lot of hats. I actually can’t stand baseball, but the baseball hat is one of my favorite accessories for the whole family.

What I really love about baseball hats is what they tell. A flat billed hat may indicate a mm with a love of extreme sports while a bent in brim may indicate a love for the outdoors. No matter what they tell they all say one common thing, “A good looking man looks good in a ball cap.”

June 20, 2011

Cheating

If I can’t beat you I’ll cheat you. What a philosophy. You see this far to much and every where you go. It’s the easy way out. The losers glory.

In my kids first year of motocross he won every race. We spent time with our son at the track because winning is about the honest time and effort you put into it. We made sure his bikes were with in regulation. We got him trainers because he was good and loved what he did. You can race beginner class for one year and then never race it again on any bike no matter the size. The beginning year is the hero moment if you embrace it. We did. About eight months into his first year he was almost lapping the other beginners. He was making a name for himself.

Towards the end of the year I was watching him cross the finish line half a track or more ahead of the other riders. Standing next to me was a dad who’s kids was coming in fifth or sixth place. He says, “Wow, that kids really fast. He shouldn’t be in this class.” I replied with great pride, “Thats my kid. He trains every day for this win. This is his first year riding.” I walked away a proud mom.

I have meet lots of people in motocross most I wouldn’t care to have as friends for the protest and cheating reasons alone. One family protests their way into wining. Another has their child kick other riders on the track. Others put their kid in classes they no longer qualify for just to get some cheap trophy. I have seen bikes sabotaged, stolen. If you cant beat them cheat them.

This doesn’t stop on the track. It applies to the whole track facility. If one track is making more, people like it better then the owners call the county to serve papers, submit fines, check permits, and raise a ruckus. They try to get it shut down. In So Cal where I live there are 6 public tracks and a few private tracks within an hour or so of me. Some are better than others, but we hit them all pretty frequently. Kawasaki, Yamaha, pro riders and trainers do the same. It’s the whinny cry babies that ruin it. The cheaters. The last place losers. Most of us just want to enjoy a day with our kids. A life with our families.

I’ve heard that it’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease. It’s the parent that doesn’t like our flag, our god, the rules, the constitution. It the complainer who’s kids sucks out on the field of glory that gets the winner disqualified for wearing the wrong colored cleats. It the prisoner that has more rights than my kids. The baseball team that has to change there logo because some Indian was offended. Look around it’s everywhere you go. In everything we do. It’s the whiners and complainers that have become the winners. If you can’t beat them cheat them.

June 16, 2011

On you

I was reading though you blog today. I subscribe so I read your writings quite a bit. Im stuck in the whole I seem to be digging deeper. Even my blog post on being stuck is un-profound. I found a similar post on your site, of course and found that even when your stuck your still profound. Bravo.

If appears that you only started blogging March 2011, but I’m on an iPad so I might be mistaken. Random and surprise there’s a link to my blog. That’s really nice thank you.

You know I woke up this morning thinking about you. Not in a creepy way. No not like that. Out of all the blogs I read you have to be the most mysterious. Like what city do you live in? It seems a bit hard core, but I have never lived in a city. You don’t appear to have a car as you take use public transit a lot. You volunteer a great deal. I respect that but don’t understand why you put up with the bullshit. Your soul is very kind.

I can’t even find the words to describe you. The first post I read I thought, “Quit your damn complaining”, but you had a valid point and I would have been irritated to. As I read I realized this, I’m being judgmental about a face, a women, a place I had never been or known. I would like to say that as I read I get to know you. I don’t. You always leave me hanging waiting for the next adventure. Your next life experience.

Now maybe I didn’t read the one that states all the facts. The who, what, where, when, or why. Though in little bits and pieces you lay them out as any good writer should. I am always in suspense. What the hell is going to happen next. Quite frankly it’s better than a novel because there is no end in site.

My life is pretty boring. I live in a nice house, go to work, have kids, do my thing. In an epic sort of novel way I’m not on the New York times best sellers list. There is no drama, no suspense. Just an average life. You on the other hand are a best seller. Well…..at least to me.

Honestly I trying to pay you a compliment. In fact several compliments. Sometimes, on some days I find my self wanting to change worlds with you. Does that shit really happen. Are you kidding me. Man my life is boring though I love my life. You probably don’t see it, and if indeed these are true life stories. I like to think that they are. Then you have an amazing sense of the pen. They way you describe your world makes me feel like I’m there though I don’t know where there is. As you walk though the city, watch people out the window, describe the dress, and the cup of tea. No it’s not that the tea has gone cold. It’s that it wouldn’t taste the same if you reheated it. So true and I envy that I didn’t see it that way.

It’s the detail. The description that brings me into your world. The weather, the people. I have to wonder; I really do. How educated you are? Have you taken writing classes or does writing just comes naturally. You say you have low self esteem at times, but honestly….. I think your fine. That’s not a judgement. From where I sit your talented, you have this incredible way with the world. The way you perceive it, relate to it. Your a strong woman. I admire you. I know your looking for a job and may I suggest free lance writing. You would be good at that. I

You know who your are. I’m quite sure of it. I’m not the best with words. I don’t have your talent. It’s a compliment, all of it. So here’s to hoping I didn’t stick my foot in my mouth as I often do.n fact you would be great at that. Write a book. I know I’m not the only person that thinks this.

June 16, 2011

Where’s my ink.

For days now I have been trying to think of something to write. Oh I have written, but nothing really jumps out at me. Half way though I lose sight of where I’m going and what I want to say. Let’s not forget what point I wanted to make. Taking in consideration I do this for me, I should have some kind of motivation, will-power to follow through.

I suspect that I will every be a great writer. I like to write and that’s enough for me. I didn’t think it would but my Pages on my IPad is filling up with tidbits of this and that. Words floating around and around. A few little stories here and there. I have written responses to posts, my kids and life in general, though none seems worthy of posting.

I’m stuck in a rut and I seem to be digging a whole. The first few days of not posting didn’t seem so bad. Aw I will get to it later. I’ll finish that post after I water my garden, run on my treadmill, fix breakfast, play my guitar. I haven’t. Now don’t think I have nothing to say. I’m that girl. I always have something to say regardless of the topic. I have an opinion, but right around 250 words my opinions, thoughts, writing just clicks off. Now I’m stuck right here in this very spot.

June 9, 2011

You should be superman

When is it our responsibility?

I’m currently watching Waiting for Superman while I run on my treadmill. I haven’t seen the whole movie so my opinion may be bit premature. I doubt it. Realizing that the movie is about our tax dollars, unions, and government. Its failing the people. It’s failing our children. Out of this failure lottery, charter,and private schools have arisen. I send my kids to charter school. The school is currently full. Every year there are more and more charter schools popping up. Two elementary schools in my district have closed. With great hope the union will collapse here.

I am no different than parents that live in poverty, or wealthy areas. I want my kids to have a decent education. I want my kids to have better, be better off. We all do.

The statistics are frightening. http://movies.nytimes.com/2010/09/24/movies/24waiting.html

Consider the following statistics cited in the film: the annual cost of prison for an inmate is more than double what is spent on an individual public school student. Eight years after Congress passed the No Child Left Behind act, with the goal of 100 percent proficiency in math and reading, most states hovered between 20 and 30 percent proficiency, and 70 percent of eighth graders could not read at grade level. By 2020, only an estimated 50 million Americans will be qualified to fill 123 million highly skilled, highly paid jobs. Among 30 developed countries, the United States ranks 25th in math and 21st in science.

Just consider the last sentence. 25th and 21st does not make us pioneers. It makes us lazy, complacent. Every parent no matter how poor or wealthy can afford pen and paper. We have resources: library’s, Internet, Discovery channel. We have the power to educate our kids. We have the power to change. We have the right to expect more, demand it.

Its summer and my kids last day of school is Friday. Their education doesn’t stop there. I provide summer school. They write their times tables, division, and this summer algebra. They read, take comprehension tests, write book reports, write stories, work on computers, take field trips. If money allows work a little magic with Lego mind-storm. They learn what the school has failed to teach. I hope.

Our society is passive. We have let the unions, the government, the powers that be use our tax dollars inappropriately in every possible way. We are being bullied into a socialist system. Dependent on the power. But………

We can make a change. Have your children write, read, do math instead of watch tv. Watch educational programs about science, the universe, cooking, animals. We the people can make the change. Together we can demand accountability. Take your children out of public schools. If there is not room demand more charter.

If second place is the first loser then what is twenty fifth place. This is what I see from where I sit. Mommies coddling their children. Poor Johnny’s work is to hard. Poor Johnny needs a trophy for second place. Teachers expect to much. Mommies don’t expect enough. Dude, man up! This is what I see. I say it over and over. I know to many mom like this. I had a mom once tell me I needed to put my mommy hat on. Are you kidding me. How can you achieve great things if your expectations are so low or swaddled in a baby blanket.

June 6, 2011

Ipad

To buy or not to but iPad

First let me say I love my iPad. I have the original one 16gig no wifi. I bought it the day after the iPad 2 came out. I had been on the fence for months, in fact since the day they came out, about buying one. When the price dropped a hundred the enticement was to great. I did it. In fact I bought two and when the time comes I will buy two more and give the current ones to my kids. One for my husband and one for me.

My husbands apps:

News
Flipboard – free
Abc news – free
Fox news.- free
USA today – free
Newsy – free
Pulse – free

Games
Angry birds HD – 2.99
Miscellaneous free one.

Music
Pandora – free
Soundhound – free

Lifestyle
FML – free
Epic Fail – free

My apps
Pages – 9.99
Numbers – 9.99
Instapaper – 4.99
Penultimate – 1.99
Abc Tv – free
Various kids educational programs – up to 4.99

For most apps there is a free or lite version and a pay version. To reduce the cost you can get the IPhone or ITouch version which will expand 2x for the IPad. The resolution in a bit hazy though, but it might save you a buck or two.

Pages and Numbers sync easily with your desktop which makes transferring docs a breeze. Instapaper saves articles from the Internet which makes taking them on the road where there is no wifi simple. This in one of my favorite app. Im am an article reader and this has made my life perfect. I also recommend Goodreader. If I understand correctly you can make notes within pdf’s.
There is nothing I don’t do on an iPad. Write, watch, learn, bills, read, the keyboard is perfect for my hands. It’s easy to take in the kitchen when I’m cooking, or out to the garden when I need advice from a pro about bugs, vegetables etc.

Did I need it. Probably not. I defiantly wanted it. I can now sit on the porch, in the garden, on my bed, at my treadmill, at Starbucks with free wifi, go anyplace or be anywhere. It’s been a freedom maker. I don’t have to sit chained to my desk anymore. I use less paper and save more time. My iPad is worth it weight in gold, and if you’ve read my other posts you know love Apple.

Just for the record I have used Droid products. I don’t like them because in my opinion their a hackers mess. The apps are not as clean. The operating system glitchy and the customer service crappy. That’s justly opinion though.