Monday, January 28, 2008

My Chinese Zodiac. Eerily Accurate

HORSE 1930, 1942, 1954, 1966, 1978, 1990, 2002


People born during the Year of the Horse have a pleasant, amiable, easy going disposition which guarantees popularity and a large following of friends. Blessed with good humor and geniality, they are extremely comfortable to get along with for they have the knack of instantly putting people at their ease.

Charming and cheerful, the Horse is an extremely likable character. Hard working, self-possessed and sharp, the Horse skillfully acquires power, wealth and respect. However, the Horse's sometime-appreciated frankness can be tactless. The Horse's impatient pursuit of success may become selfish and predatory. Horses can be obstinate. In truth, they are more cunning than intelligent, and they know it. This is why, despite that air of assurance, the Horse lacks confidence in himself.

Above all, the Horse is cut out to be in politics, a career which could bring great personal satisfaction with the opportunity to grind his own axe. He could be a winner here, for he has the facility to sway the crowd.

He is very quick-witted and he is right in there with you before you have had the chance to finish what you were saying; he's on to the thought in your mind even before you've expressed it. This permits the Horse to forestall any arguments that anyone can dream up.

Like the symbol by which they are represented, Horse-born people are high-spirited and lively. Their vivacity and enthusiasm make them very popular. With a deft sense of humor, Horses are masters of repartee. They love to take center stage and delight audiences everywhere. Sometimes rash and willful, they can be prone to rapid changes of mood and, although seldom really explosive of temper, when they do see red, it is not a pretty sight. Those who have suffered a Horse's rage will never feel quite the same about him again, for his fits of temper are inevitably a bit childish. If he wants to succeed, he has to master them.

Resourceful and self-confident, Horses approach all things enthusiastically. Quick-witted and mentally alert, they are quick to catch on and efficient in all their undertakings. Because of this ability, this dexterous and incisive mind of theirs, they can make accurate judgments and sound decisions instaneously. They are particularly skilled at handling money, very often in business dealings following their hunches. When it comes to intuition they have a sixth sense that is quite uncanny. Unfortunately, as the Horse is a creature of changing moods he's liable to lose interest suddenly in things he's taken up, whether it's a love affair, a single deal in business, or a whole career. He'll start again with the same determination, and he'll enjoy an equal success. He can make it in any career that demands neither solitude nor meditation, for he is an extrovert and he needs to be surrounded by people who approve of him and flatter him.

Due to their dislike of inactivity, Horses get involved in many sorts of works outside their chosen trade. Good with their hands and attracted to art, they are skillful craftsmen with a talent for innovation.

The first and second part of the Horse's life will be full of ups and downs. He will leave his home and family while he is still young, and this will bring its own disappointments. His love life will be by no means smooth. But the third phase of the Horse's life will be a peaceful one.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Why ask why?

So tonight in Philosophy class we discussed the Socratic Method. Pretty much Socrates was the man. Definitely my kind of guy. Brilliant in all his irony and sarcasm and simplicities. The guy liked to ask questions and annoyed a lot of people in the process, which ultimately resulted in his death. So now I am going to do the same to you, but without the death part. If the unexamined life is not worth living then I better get to it. But I'm not going to just examine my life because although it's greatly helpful to me it's not nearly as fun as examining other peoples. This is something Socrates knew. So I'm going to post many more questions in here because wisdom isn't knowing that you know, it's knowing that you don't know. Here it goes. Question 1. Why in television and movies when two characters are on the phone, does neither one of them extend the courtesy of actually saying the word "goodbye"? How is it that they just instinctively know that the other person is done with the conversation and that there will be no offense taken as they ramble off the last sentence and then cuh-lick. hang up? Who does that? I know I don't. I don't recall ever being on the phone where there wasn't some kind of closure (unless it was a telemarketer on the other end of course). Every time I see it on some sitcom or movie it bugs me. Especially when it's only one side of a conversation. The camera focused on the actor who you know is babbling into nothingness yet he laughs, does the body gestures, pauses at just the right time, pretending to listen and then continues with the appropriate response. And then you have it, no final "farewell" or quick "okay-bu-bye" or even a simple "c,ya!". Just the click. Why?

Monday, January 14, 2008

ya can't touch this...

This makes me very happy. Thanks lissa:)

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Deep, deep inhale... long sigh.

TODAY I FEEL LIKE THIS Photobucket I started school up again on tuesday. I didn't feel ready. So yesterday I cleaned my whole house. It was beautiful. I felt ready. I woke up today and went on the computer. Afterwards, I went upstairs to find both children covered in styrofoam balls. You know those tiny ones that static cling to everything. Along with the t.v, couch, carpet, buffet. I flipped my lid. Although there was some humor to it. Especially as they squealed when I broke out the vacuum and purposefully went over their whole bodies. I could see the mix of emotion in their faces as the suction seemed to jump at them and violently suck their clothing and hair into the black hole that is my vacuum attachment. It was true concern like "How mad is mom right now? and Would she actually let me get sucked in?" and a undertone of laughter that never quite broke the surface like " This sort of tickles and is silly but I might pee my pants I'm so nervous." When all that was done I was still thoroughly annoyed. Then I spotted a trail of white balls heading up the stairs. "Oh shit!" I walked up and was afraid to turn the corner. Boldly I stepped forward and looked left. Phew, my room was fine aside from a few strays. I slowly turned right and immediately felt the blood rush to my face. His room was absolutely covered top to bottom with those annoying little snowflakes from hell! I'll spare you my reaction. I'm sure your imagination will shed me in a better light compared to the facts. I went into my room and for the first time said out loud "I don't want kids!" Now to some of you that might seem heartless. But it's not a lack of love for them. I would do ANYTHING for either one of them. But sometimes I just want to only think about ME. I mean in many ways I'm just barely learning who I am, what right do I have raising these precious little people. All innocent and pure. I'm gonna mess them up. No doubts there. This path of self discovery that I started a few months back is a lot harder when 95.5% of the time I'm thinking about what I am or should be doing for them. Can't I just push pause and take this little detour and figure me out a little more and then come back and resume raising these two kids as a whole and complete person? We'd all be better for it. I know blog, I know. You are asking why I had them so soon then? I ask myself the same and my only response is that 6 years ago, I thought I did know myself. Hindsight is 20/20 and I see that I was sleeping. I pray daily that I don't screw them up too much and that I wont take my imperfections out on them. By Gods grace we will all get through this somewhat happy and healthy. In the mean time any tips for cleaning styrofoam cling-ons?

Dear Blog

What do I do when I get overwhelmed with emotion? I write. I have journal after journal after journal shoved away in my bedside table filled with my ranting. Well congratulations blog because today is your lucky day. My bedside table is now so full that it has forced me to go cyber. You are a much more space efficient place to express myself. Plus I can type much more ferociously than writing by hand. Sure, there's a difference between a closed journal tucked away with all my secrets stowed between the pages and a blog left wide open for bazzillions of unfamiliar eyes to read but it's a new year and that means a new way of doing things. Starting with you. In the past I might worry about offending some of those brazen eyes casting judgment on me. But I'm not afraid of them anymore. You are mine and I will write what I want to. Sometimes I might defile you with some colorful language, but you are used to that by now. I might be painfully honest but it will be so freeing! Are you ready?