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Its about me.

More Thoughts on Mississippi

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I don’t go church.  I grew up in the Roman Catholic faith, going to church every Sunday, but I don’t go anymore, haven’t since I went to college.  Faith is a personal choice, and while I still have an inkling that there is something more to life than just what I can see and feel with my senses, I refuse to belong to any organization that needs a leader who is somehow closer to whatever is out there than me.  Take that Pope.

One of my favorite conversations I have ever had with my father happened the first year I moved to Cleveland.  My father had driven out for the night and we were at the bar talking during dinner.  He told me that people sometimes asked him if he felt bad that his children didn’t go to church (we were one of the larger more recognizable families in the church).  My dad responded with “All of my children are good people.  They have all made their own decisions and gone their own ways, but they are good people.  What more could I want.  If going to church has helped then to be good people then I can be happy about that.  But they’re good people.”

It made me happy.  And I’ve always like that my family went to church and still had its own ideas separate from ‘church doctrine.’

It scares me when bills go are put up to be voted on that people only support because of their faith.  It scares me, because it reminds me of Iran, or other middle east countries where politics and faith are crazy intertwined.  Why do your opinions and beliefs based on faith need to be forced upon others.

Anyways, I’m glad that the ‘Personhood’ initiative failed.  I’m pretty scared that the group that backed the initiative is saying they will try again, and that they are comparing the issue to slavery.

This quote on Huffington Post frames it amazingly.

“Maybe a pregnant women should get two votes, or maybe she should lose her vote and the fetus should vote, since she’s losing all her other civil rights,” she said. “Maybe we should do a mandatory sonogram of the fetus to determine if it’s Democrat or Republican? It’s all ridiculous.” ~Loretta Ross

Read the whole article here.

Anniversary

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Whoa.  Didn’t see that one coming.  Apparently today is our one year anniversary.

So in honor of Sam and I’s one year anniversary here is a cute picture of Ginger.

Thank you

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Thank you Mississippi.  My slight faith in this country not to fall to idiocy and crazy ideas has been reinforced.

Really, it would have been sad, no… scary if the ‘personhood’ bill had passed.  I think I would have had to avoid that state at all costs.  Not that I visit Mississippi often, but I probably would have tried not to cross state lines.

Also, Herman Cain comes across like a giant idiot.  “Democrat Machines” are responsible for his roaming hands years ago.  It is just sad.  Or when he defended himself by saying “Even my wife knows that’s not me.”  I’m not even saying he harassed any of those women, but when he retorts with “Democratic Machines” and a defense based around his wife knowing him it’s clear he’s hiding something.

Working it out

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The piece of wood fell out of my hand today. That’s a big victory. And on my calf I can feel the sliver of wood working its way out of my skin. Its really weird to reach back on my calf and feel a spike sticking out of there.

Sam is currently eating a boiled egg sandwich of some sort next to me. Boiled eggs freak me out. They are just bizarre and smell awful. Extremely awful. Deviled eggs are even worse. Blerg.

Time for a quick story thanks to Rory’s Story Cubes:

In land just across the see was a sad man. He was sad for many reasons. Sad that he lived by a giant pyramid – it blocked out the sun. Sad that apple tree only produced Granny Smith Apples in his front yard – he like Golden Delicious. Sad that his house only had one fireplace – it was on the other end from his bedroom. The sad man had many things that contributed to his sadness.

One day he saw something didn’t make him said. A child. The child herself wasn’t all that unsaddening, it was her shadow that surprised the man. Her shadow was in the shape of a cat. How this happened the man didn’t know. Its not like the child was mishapen or anything. No, she was normal shape that’s for sure. But her shadow, it was definitely a cat shadow.

The sad man invited the child to have a picnic with him. He brought a basket full of peanut butter sandwiches to the park and they sat on a blanket near the old stone bridge. He told her of his old career as an actor and how it made him feel – sad. He also told her about how he used to be a judge in a small claims court – this also made him sad.

He told her how everything made him sad, except her shadow. He confided this in the girl.

She in turn told him a secret. The secret about her shadow, the L-shaped house she lived in and why she had no name.
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Not a bad start to a story, I feel like Rory’s Story Cubes is good for writing the beginnings of stories, which is probably where my strengths lie anyways.

No time for love

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“No time for love Dr Jones!!”

I think that is my favorite line from any Indiana Jones movie.

I don’t have time to write a long entry this morning.  After exercising, showering, scooping kitty litter, and making coffee its time to go already.  I’ll pick up the slack tonight.

However, I woke up, unsurprisingly, with a song stuck in my head.  Its ‘The Hardest Button to Button’ by the White Stripes.  Good song to have stuck in your head in the am.  Gets me going with an energetic start to the day (that I’m sure will be ground down to nothing after arriving at work).

So…

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So I’m not going to have time to write 750 words this morning in the next, 8 or so minutes.  It’s just not enough time.

I am quite proud that Sam and I got up this morning to exercise before work.  Her to do some morning yoga stretches or something or another (I don’t do yoga…. hate it).  Me to ride my exercise bike for twenty minutes.  And I did take it rather easy, my calf, for obvious reasons, doesn’t feel the best.  But I thought getting some blood pumping through the bruise would be good for it also.

I had a very strange dream last night.  Two actually.  Unfortunately the first came right before the first alarm went off and instantly disappeared into the mist when I went to sleep for another 15 minutes.

In the second though I was living in this same apartment sometime in the near future.  Oscar was dead (my cat).  While walking through the dinning area of my apartment the floor boards started to rumble.  They started cracking and a box pushed up through the floor boards.  It was Oscar.  I had apparently buried him underneath the floor of our apartment when he died.

I picked up the box and tried to keep him in it while he kept trying to get out.  At first he clearly dead and rotting like a zombie cat would be, but as the dream went on he kept getting healthier and healthier until at the end of the dream I let him out of the box because he was perfectly fine.

While this was going on Sam was on the phone (in my dream) with someone who was telling her to pick up her two pets.  These two pets they were referring to had died when she was a child and they wanted her to pick up their now animated bodies.  I kept telling her to hang up, and she finally told the person she wasn’t driving to Madison to pick up some quasi-alive animals.

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What I really got out of the dream, or what caused me to think when I woke up was that when Oscar pushed out of the floorboards in his box there was dirt everywhere.  When I woke up I immediately knew this wasn’t right.  I live on the third floor, there wouldn’t be dirt.

Then I got thinking.  I don’t like that there isn’t dirt underneath my floor.  That kind of bugs me.

Time for work.  418 words. Not bad for a quick morning entry.