Monday, May 12, 2008

per the request of my dear friend ruth, i am making this a picture post- because i never post pictures...

Travels in Maine


Me and kj and PEI




St Patricks day...

me and kj, lazy day sunday afternoons




me and kj.. i love her...

comment? i have none...


guess who? oh.. me and kj.. again.

my roommates in my last semester of school... In pic:
me, kj, houston, susie, caitlin, kate

once again.. nothing to comment.


drinking games.. i miss them...

the end..

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mother's Day for Peace

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Mothers' Day Proclamation: Julia Ward Howe, Boston, 1870

Mother's Day was originally started after the Civil War, as a protest to the carnage of that war, by women who had lost their
sons. Here is the original Mother's Day Proclamation from 1870, followed by a bit of history (or should I say "herstory"):

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Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts,
whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!

Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by
irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking
with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be
taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach
them of charity, mercy and patience.

We women of one country will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From
the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says "Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance
of justice."

Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons
of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a
great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women,
to bewail and commemorate the dead.

Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the
means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each
bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
but of God.

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a
general congress of women without limit of nationality may be
appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at
the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the
alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement
of international questions, the great and general interests of
peace.

Julia Ward Howe
Boston
1870

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Day in the life...

I have a system. It works for me. Work consists of the same hum-drum thing, day in and out. I have been there for 2 weeks, and it feels like months. I got my groove back within the second or third day. I have worked there before, so it's not that difficult to understand the tasks at hand. I get to work and file the excess charts that *appeared* overnight. curse-ed fairy. I do this before anything, because those charts can stack up and create a hellish existance for me later.Next is the feeslips for tomorrows appointments. Those unfound, I search for and find successfully with joyous proclamation. Although there are few that understand that joy. When people ask me to retrieve a chart that I have searched high and low for, they have no understanding of the grin on my face when I can proudly hand it over, for them to give a disregarded thanks and return it a few minutes later. You can't get me. I'm still smiling.

Next is the random last minute appointments, scripts, call ins, and walk ins. The labs are there too.. but whatever. After a few quips and remarks I return to the humdrum life of me, praying for 1130. Lunch usually consists of me either rushing home to watch bits of West Wing or staying in the office, eating a sandwich while reading whatever book of the day is-while people pester me with office questions or try to talk to me. hello.. book in hand. i can talk to you later.

There is a woman at work who has worked there for about 5 months. Sadly enough I am getting frustrated with her because I have to double back and check file again for something she might have missed. I shouldnt have to do this. I searched for a chart yesterday. Seached. Every room, every corner. I missed it. Allison looked, didnt find it. I come in today to have this woman, who shall remain nameless, also look. New eyes and all.. usually helps. She proceeds to ask if I looked it up on the computer. (duh) Did you check misfiling? (duh) Check with the girls in the back? (double duh), Marlene? (expletive) Her desk? =which usually contains charts that I need but she can never rememeber. (cursing under my breath.) I calmly reply yes to all these questions. Hopefully my face was doing the same. meh.

Oh,, and apparently there is a new alphabet where U comes before O, and Z before S, amoung others. Bless them all... I dont know who is filing screwy, but they need to be shot.

The last four hours, Alison comes. My cohort in crime. Not really. I drag her into more stuff than she needs to, but she successfully takes my sarcasm and bullying and fights back with her own. I never had a little sister. haha. I think I would treat her that way. She is a kick. Definately makes the last few hours bearable. (sp?) After work I go home to watch West Wing;;; while stuffing wedding envelopes for Ms Rosie's wedding. I feel like I am helping out. I did go to the library today though. Got three books. Joy. Then I take medicine to hopefully blast this stupid cold away and zonk out.. because i dont measure.. swig here, swig there. As long as I dont take it during the day, I'm good.

Three nights a week I go over to a family in our wards home and teach their 12 year old boy english composition. He is writing a report on dragons and I think he is doing really well. I was freaked out helping, because to put someones education in my hands-somewhat of their future-- how terrifying. As I helped him tonight and finally got him to smile and some random wacky remark that I made, I feel like I am breaking ground. I did have to teach him how to do a good -high five- tonight. He may think I am insane, but we're having a good time. I feel somewhat fulfilled-- helping him. I am glad I am here. For that at least.

There is a couple in my ward.. They have three kids, all grown (meaning out of the house--over 18). They died in a car accident in Mexico last week. Both parents in one fell swoop. People are telling me that they were run off the road.. that it wasnt an accident. The funeral is tomorrow. I am so sad for their kids. I dont know what to do. I was thinking today that if I had had a choice when I was 13, I wouldnt have had a huge group of people over to my house after the funeral. Just family. That is enough for me. But I know Mom wouldnt have ever done that. Heaven forbid we offend someone by not inviting them, when we had a family member die. Cant people just show they care, but not butt in at the same time?

This is getting freakishly long... But I never post so I thought I would do it well.

Sidenote- Mom got 500 wedding announcements. 500. She is planning on 200. coming.. How they will all fit in my house, i dont know. Thank heaven for a big back yard.

My fake-little brother is in his high school production of Fiddler on the Roof. Playing Tevya. Good luck Sor. It'll be great. (not that he'll read this.. but there it is.)

JED BARTLET FOR PRESIDENT! haha

the end.. again.