Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Noah's cause
Noah Wylie wants me to save the Polar Bears because they are losing ground/ice and the cubs have no food. Well Noah, this world won't even save fellow humans from starvation so I think those Polar Cubs are on their own!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Adventures with Jane
A Summary
Once I lived with a dear friend whom I love and will always love. We are forever bonded as sisters. She is also a very interesting woman. I have many Jane stories. I will share with you a few of them. Jane had a unique way of bossing me around to no end. I am of course very stubborn and independent. I do not like to be told what to do. She never let this get in her way.
Move Out Day
Once Jane was moving to another city. This was one of the many attempts to move out. Twice before she had her stuff packed and ready and then on move out day decided to stay. Each attempt left me with less and less of my own items. Jane packed up 90% of her stuff and about 25% of mine. She was never trying to take my things she just truly believed they were hers. Sometimes she would sweetly look at an item, ponder for a bit and then say, "I'm just going to give this to you", I would smile and say, "thanks because it is mine." Another time she had a pile ready to take to Goodwill and told me to look through it to see if there was anything I wanted. I found several of my things in the pile. It was amusing and insulting that not only were my things not good enough for her to take with her but, she would rather give them away than keep them.
Happy Birthday To Us
Mine and Jane's birthdays are within weeks of each other. So, every year I get to share my birthday with her but, this usually means celebrating it 2 weeks early. I'm not big on huge groups of people. I'd rather spend time with a small intimate group of friends I truly enjoy. Jane, has quite literally never met a stranger! So, we always hold a huge party for "us" on her birthday. Everyone goes around telling me "Happy Birthday" and I feel inclined to tell them "well, it isn't really my birthday yet but, thank you." I feel strange, this should be her day it's not mine. I feel obligated to tell people it isn't really my birthday. The root of all this is that I want my birthday to be mine. I wouldn't want to share the day with anyone who wasn't actually born on that day. So, then 2 weeks later it's my birthday and no one extra calls because they think I've already had my birthday. This is fine, like I said I like small groups. I usually plan dinner at my favorite restaurant with my closest friends. Jane will always come and bring a few people I barely know. My favorite year was when she so sweetly held a toast. She raised her voice and her glass to wish a very special "Happy Birthday to us!" It's always the Jane show.
Once I lived with a dear friend whom I love and will always love. We are forever bonded as sisters. She is also a very interesting woman. I have many Jane stories. I will share with you a few of them. Jane had a unique way of bossing me around to no end. I am of course very stubborn and independent. I do not like to be told what to do. She never let this get in her way.
Move Out Day
Once Jane was moving to another city. This was one of the many attempts to move out. Twice before she had her stuff packed and ready and then on move out day decided to stay. Each attempt left me with less and less of my own items. Jane packed up 90% of her stuff and about 25% of mine. She was never trying to take my things she just truly believed they were hers. Sometimes she would sweetly look at an item, ponder for a bit and then say, "I'm just going to give this to you", I would smile and say, "thanks because it is mine." Another time she had a pile ready to take to Goodwill and told me to look through it to see if there was anything I wanted. I found several of my things in the pile. It was amusing and insulting that not only were my things not good enough for her to take with her but, she would rather give them away than keep them.
Happy Birthday To Us
Mine and Jane's birthdays are within weeks of each other. So, every year I get to share my birthday with her but, this usually means celebrating it 2 weeks early. I'm not big on huge groups of people. I'd rather spend time with a small intimate group of friends I truly enjoy. Jane, has quite literally never met a stranger! So, we always hold a huge party for "us" on her birthday. Everyone goes around telling me "Happy Birthday" and I feel inclined to tell them "well, it isn't really my birthday yet but, thank you." I feel strange, this should be her day it's not mine. I feel obligated to tell people it isn't really my birthday. The root of all this is that I want my birthday to be mine. I wouldn't want to share the day with anyone who wasn't actually born on that day. So, then 2 weeks later it's my birthday and no one extra calls because they think I've already had my birthday. This is fine, like I said I like small groups. I usually plan dinner at my favorite restaurant with my closest friends. Jane will always come and bring a few people I barely know. My favorite year was when she so sweetly held a toast. She raised her voice and her glass to wish a very special "Happy Birthday to us!" It's always the Jane show.
The one thing you should know about me is that I am stubborn. Stubborn like you would not believe. My stubbornness has plagued my life since before I can even remember. That's the thing about being stubborn, you can't just let it go, you're way to stubborn for that. Even when I was in elementary school before you really got letter grades, we got conduct grades. I was a sweet child who always did as she was told. I received mostly "E" s for Excellent but at the end of that long row of "E" s would always be a big fat obnoxious "U" for Unsatisfactory, right next to the Accepts Criticism row. When my mother would question me about the "U" I would reply, "Why is she (the teacher) criticizing me in the first place? That's just mean!" To this day, that statement makes complete sense to me.
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