Category Archives: Randomness

Them’s the Breaks

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This is a very unhappy cat. This is a very wet cat.

Apparently, our house has been infested with fleas, so today we packed up the two cats into their carriers and left the house for a few hours to fog the house. Have you ever listened to two cats complain at the top of their lungs for two hours straight?

It’s not pleasant.

Then I gave Kali a bath. She did not appreciate that bath. But I survived unscathed, and she doesn’t hate me (shockingly enough).

However, I did just apply flea repellant to her neck and that was enough to make her very indignantly leave the room.

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But isn’t she so darn cute?

Apps!

I got an ipod touch for my birthday. WOO!

So far, I’m loving it. I’d missed my ipod sooo much. Even though I do lose a lot of the functionality without a wireless connection. But that’s okay – I won’t be internetless forever. Theoretically.

But I want to hear from you guys. What apps can you not live without on your iphone/itouch?

Here’s What I Think

A few things have really stood out to me in recent news.

1. Jon and Kate Plus 8 is now just Kate Plus 8. I’m actually really surprised that TLC is going to keep the show now that they’re planning a divorce. Although on second thought, I suppose watching a single mom raise 8 kids is even more “awesome” than a married couple. Anything for ratings, right? But it turns out that as news of this broke, Jon has decided he’s not sure that he really wants a divorce anymore.

That’s right. The same man who publically said he “despises” his wife, is rethinking the divorce. Oh wait, maybe it’s just the paycheck he’s thinking about?

But that does have me thinking… maybe one of the best jobs in this country right now is to have a ginormous family so you get all the free stuff you could possibly want and get close to 100 grand a week just to have film crews follow you around.

Any takers?

2. Raleigh, NC is finally enforcing a “panhandling permit.” 

On one hand, I understand why you would want to enforce this. I really do. You want to be able to identify people standing around on the corners asking for money. You want to make sure that people’s safety is the primary concern.

But how many homeless people have a picture ID? The permit is free, but how is someone supposed to get an ID if they don’t have one? I hardly expect your average homeless person to be able to provide the necessary documentation to obtain a photo ID.

And the punishment for not having this permit? You’ll get arrested and fined. Yes, fined. Does anybody else see a problem there?

I don’t deny that something needs to change, but I’m certain this isn’t the solution.

3. There’s a new study out from the University of New Hampshire that says that spanking your children can lower their IQ by up to 5 points.

Hogwash, baloney, and applesauce.

Oh, wait. Did that just prove their point?

But seriously, I was spanked as a child. But I was smart enough not to need to be spanked often. Let me say that one more time. I was smart enough not to need to be spanked often. Doesn’t that one sentence negate that entire study?

I was listening to them talk about this on the radio today. One woman called in and talked about how the current one is a “generation of losers” and how kids today are animals. My initial reaction was right on sister! And then an 18 year old girl called in all offended because she and her siblings were good kids and had never been “hit” by a parent.

And I see two different issues there. First, I’ll admit it’s a little harsh to call an entire generation of discipline starved children “losers.” They aren’t. But there is definitely a difference in the way children and teenagers behave today than how they behaved when I was in school. And I’ve only been out of high school for 10 years. Nine and a half, actually. And it may be true that this girl is a fantastic kid and her siblings as well. But she’s going to be the exception, not the rule.

And this shift in thinking comes from people who equate spanking a child with hitting a child. My mother never hit me. My mother spanked me. There’s a marked difference. People who don’t know that difference shouldn’t touch their kids. They probably shouldn’t have kids.

And before I hear cries of child abuse! child abuse! from any of you, let’s look at a few of the instances where I was spanked as a child.

There was the time my mom had spent awhile cultivating and growing moss in our backyard. I liked to dig it up because the hole it left behind was the perfect size for a Barbie swimming pool. She told me if I did it again, I’d get a spanking. I agreed not to do it again, waited until she took a nap and went outside and dug it up. Yes, I got a spanking.

There was the time, when I lived with my dad, that there was a giant pile of cut trees out back. I loved to climb on them and play on them. My dad told me not to because it wasn’t safe. They were piled haphazardly and if I stepped wrong the pile could shift and crush me. I didn’t listen and got caught out there. I got a spanking.

There was the time when I was 13 (and incidentally, this was the last spanking I ever got) and my mom caught me with a cigarette lighter in my pocket. And I lied to her about why I had it. (Yes folks, I experimented with cigarettes at a young age.) I got a spanking.

Do I think I deserved it all of these times? Yes. I didn’t at the time of course, but looking back, I understand all of them. And they served their purpose.

And it didn’t lower my IQ.

What is the place of Science?

“…it is the place of science only to observe.  To seek cause where it may be found, but to realize that there are many things in the world for which no cause shall be found; not because it does not exist, but because we know too little to find it. It is not the place of science to insist on explanation – but only to observe, in the hopes that the explanation will manifest itself.”

I found that gem in an unlikely place – Voyager by Diana Gabaldon.

Instant

I once posted about how I want the fairy tale.

I stumbled onto this gem just now, and it pretty much sums up how I feel:

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Adipositivity

I am really enjoying this website (some images nsfw). There are some very striking images of larger women… and many of them are absolutely beautiful.

What I can’t figure out is why I can look at these women and see beauty, but when I look at myself I rarely do.

Random Musings

I’m sitting here listening to “Undo” by Rush of Fools. While I know longer feel the song tug on me the way it used to, I must admit to still loving the song. It’s good music.

But it is hard for me to listen to Christian music now because I never listened to it just for the music. I listened for the message. Now, a Christian song carries no more of a message than a country song, yet it’s tough to let go of old habits.


I heard a song today – “Pain” by Three Days Grace. And there was a lyric that struck me because it speaks exactly to my recent facebook status:

Love seems like an invitation for pain.

People agreed, but seemed to feel that it’s worth it, and that having love and then pain is better than the pain of loneliness. I answered that having felt both of them, I think I’d honestly prefer the latter. Then I heard this song that said:

I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all.

I disagree. Logically, I understand the idea and I get why someone would say that. But going through what I’ve been through over the last year – spiritually, emotionally, and romantically – I can honestly say that after being through so much pain that I though breathing would kill me, I’d rather feel nothing at all than go through that sort of pain again. Even now I’m not over it, and if I stop to think about it too long my heart feels like it’s going to crack into a million pieces and sometimes a sob will escape beore I can stifle it. And quite frankly, there’s far worse pain out there than what I felt.

And that terrifies me.

I *barely* survived this past year. And that’s no exaggeration.


In better news, I’ve reconnected with an old friend (more acquaintance) from college whose faith journey took her through the same path of loss, heartache, and isolation that mine did. And she has rebuilt her life and is happy (at least as far as I can tell). That gives me hope, for sure. This isn’t all there is. There’s more to life than pain and numbness.

Something’s Gotta Give

One subject I’ve been pondering lately is adulthood. What exactly makes one an adult? Is it simply a number? One day you’re 17 years and 364 days old and the next *poof* you’re an adult? Or is it a maturity level? If that’s the case, I know some 30 year olds who aren’t adults yet.

What really makes one an adult?

Most of the time I like to think of myself as an adult. But there are so many ways in which I still feel like a child. I’m nearly 27 and I’ve never had a significant long term relationship. I have no close friends (in real life) to speak of. I lack a lot of life experience that many seem to attribute to adulthood. But what do I have? I have a maturity level beyond my years (most of the time). I have independence. I have wisdom.

So that tells me that adulthood is really quite subjective. Our legal definition may be a *poof* solution, but in reality… adulthood is what you make it. Yet, I still can’t quite put it into words.

Can you give it a shot?

Dr. Horrible

I can’t help it. I love this.



Troll Slayer

This made my day.