Archive for April, 2007

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Learning Early

April 30, 2007


Look out, Dad. Somebody’s got the credit cards!

Tales from the Babysitting Files.

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Random observations

April 29, 2007

Last night as I was babysitting my six-month-old nephew and just-turned-two-year-old-running-toddler-ball-of-fire-who-within-less-than-five-
minutes-of-my-pulling-it-out-of-the-box-broke-the-train-door-off-of-LJ’s-brand-
new-$120-dollar-toy niece, I noticed again how my brother and his wife have a 2-gallon trash can under their kitchen sink.

They must be certifiably insane.

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Well THAT feels good!

April 24, 2007

. . . except for the part about being obstinant, but hey, pobody’s nerfect, yes? Obstinacy is just tenaciousness turned upside-down, right? (And I loved the artwork. Beautiful.)

You are Strength

Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.

This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion’s hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden’s steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion’s mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one’s personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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Theme of the week

April 20, 2007

With my thanks to Camus.

“The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.”

ALBERT CAMUS, The Plague

Dear God,

Please help me gain understanding, and help me gain it NOW. (I’ll pray for patience later.)

Thank you,

Angela

p.s. Sorry I don’t think that you’re a big dude on a cloud up there anymore. Hope you’re not offended.

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just thinking outloud

April 19, 2007

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

EDMUND BURKE

As one woman with no political power, no money and no real connections, how do I do something? And which cause do I choose to tackle in a world with so much pain and suffering? I do not wish to be part of the reason evil triumphs. I do not wish to add pain and suffering to the world. But there is so much hurt and pain everywhere I turn that I hardly know where to begin. Sending checks to Unicef, recycling and donating clothes to charity suddenly doesn’t seem like enough. Probably because it isn’t. But how to begin . . .

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Seasons of Love

April 17, 2007


Four years ago, a man shot and killed his wife one block from the campus where I worked. The school went in lock-down mode, and I jumped in my car to get my daughter and drive as far away from that block as I could get.

Last night and today my heart has hurt for everyone affected by the Virgina Tech tragedy. There are times when there are no words, and this is one of them.

Four-and-a-half years ago I sat in a big, beautiful hall and watched the musical “Rent” for the first time.

Originally I ordered tickets because I fell in love with the popular song “Seasons of Love.”

“How do you measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee? In inches, in miles, in laughter and strife.”

“How about love?”

I lost it. Just lost it. I’m not one to break down in public, but I did then. I couldn’t stop crying. It was something about the way that these friends cared for each other, even though they were cold and homeless and had more troubles than I’d had in my 33 years put together.

They took care of each other, in spite of their troubles and usually because of them. And it brought the truth of my life home to me in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to feel before that night.

“How How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Women Or A Man?

In Truths That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died

It’s Time Now – To Sing out
Tho` The Story Never Ends
Let’s Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life of Friends

Remember The Love”

I think that was the night my marriage ended, if I had to point to a moment. I was too much looking for that season of love in my life — for someone who would remember what my life was about after I was gone, someone who cared, someone who just might possibly be interested in measuring my life, the good and the bad of it — someone who would look at me and really see me.

I hope that everyone who lost their life yesterday, whether in Virgina or elsewhere, was truly seen before he or she died. There is too much hurting in the world — too much not seeing and not being seen. I’m going home to hug my kid and say a prayer for every parent who won’t be able to do that again in this lifetime. If we all had more love, what would this world be like?

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I’m a good dog and I just want to go home

April 13, 2007


If this doesn’t send you to your local shelter (or at least make you tear up and possibly donate), I don’t know what will. And while I’m not schlepping Pedigree dog food, I still am on a mission to bring another dog home. Can you tell?