Blogging from A to Z — A: Animals

I just learned of this today from another blogger I follow.  The challenge is to write a post for each letter of the alphabet during April.  Here’s a link to what I learned on the site promoting this.  I might be a couple days late but I can get caught up right quick!  So I start with letter A, and I write about animals.

I have been an animal lover my whole life.  My mom had a Siamese cate when I was born, so my affinity has always been toward cats.  My first kitten was gray with white paws and I named him James.  Sadly, he died in an accident.  But I loved that little kitten!  Since then, I had a cat named Pussywillow (thankfully my parents steered me sway from the name I wanted to give the cat — PussyPaws!).   I had another cat that I found as a very young kitten abandoned on a highway exit ramp.  He was Monster Monster.  Then my brother brought home a cat that was hanging around the car wash where he worked.  That cat became Scooter (full name Scooter Pie feline).  Then I adopted barn cat sisters — very pretty calicos — named Misty and Shasta.  Shasta had to be put down recently, so I am now without a cat at home.

No worry — I like dogs, too!  My first dog was the sweetest little cocker spaniel named Wags.  Then came Cupcake.  Now I have two lively little dogs named Blanca and Zoe.

My pets have always been part of my family.  They have their own personalities.  They offer such unconditional love.  They are entertaining.  I know owning pets isn’t for everyone, but for me, they are a vital part of my life.  Having pets brings me happiness.

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THIS Is Why I Left

Actually, let me clarify my title.  It should really be, “THIS is One of the Reasons Why I Left” but that’s a bit long and cumbersome.  So I took some liberties with my own title.  I can do that.

Why I left where?  The Catholic church.  I have long been disillusioned by the Catholic church and its stance on many social issues.  About a year ago, I decided to make my break from the church official.

What is “THIS” in reference to?  Gay marriage/civil unions.  Let me start by saying I have no issues whatsoever with the Catholic church not performing gay marriages.  I don’t even have an issue with the Catholic church taking the stance that it officially disapproves of gay marriage.  It is clearly a religious organization, so the Church can makes its stance and the members of the Church can decide for themselves how they feel and act accordingly.  So I did not ever leave the Church because it is against gay marriage.

People talk about what a progressive thinker Pope Francis is, and I won’t deny that he certainly has a very different and often refreshing view.   That seemed apparent when I first saw the headline for this article: “Pope Francis wants church to study civil unions, Cardinal Dolan says.”  How open-minded of him!  I appreciate that he even has a desire to learn and understand, because it is learning and understanding that lead to acceptance.  This is a positive step.

Then I read this:

“When asked for his own views on same-sex marriage, Dolan said he is concerned it could ‘water down’ the sanctity of traditional marriage.

‘It’s not something that’s just a religious, sacramental concern,’ Dolan said. ‘It’s also the building block of society and culture. So it belongs to culture. And if we water down that sacred meaning of marriage in any way, I worry that not only the church would suffer, I worry that culture and society would.’ “

THIS is where I lose it.  I can’t abide that it’s just not enough to take a stand against it.  It also has to be the absolute breakdown of culture and society as well.  Why can’t the Church just stay out of our bedrooms?  Does the Catholic church have any idea what goes on in the beds of married people?  I doubt it because I’m betting the Church would predict the downfall of civilization based on common sex acts that occur.  Guess what, Church, some people have sex for reasons other than procreation (like PLEASURE), and there are LOTS of other ways to make sex feel good other than the missionary position.  Look out!  The world is spinning off its axis!!!!!!!!!

Now, I am fully aware that Pope Francis did NOT say these words, BUT someone who is speaking on behalf of the Catholic church DID say these words.  If his attitude is not the prevailing attitude of the Catholic church, then maybe the Pope needs to correct the Cardinal and set the world straight publicly.

Until then, I’m going to assume that the Catholic church has broadly adopted this unnecessarily calamitous view of homosexuality and gay marriage, and that is something I simply cannot tolerate.  It is narrow and hateful and prejudicial and uninformed and callous.

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Maybe I Am a Morning Person

I slept horribly last night so I didn’t go to the gym and run like I wanted to do.  So I decided to hit the indoor running track after work since we got done today at 1:15.  I was slightly leery of this since I always seem to have trouble running anytime but first thing in the morning.  But I set my mind to believe it was all going to be good.

And it was for the first five minutes.  Then the Achilles started to hurt and tighten up pretty badly.  I haven’t had this happen in a VERY long time.  Months.  And not long after that I started to feel it in my shins.  When I run in the morning, I NEVER have pain in my shins.  But it seems to ALWAYS happen if I run in the afternoon or evening.  So I ran some, walked some, and was miserable the whole time.  I could feel myself actually limping when I was walking.

If I need to work out any time other than first thing in the morning, I guess it will have to be at the gym because running can only be done in the morning, it seems.  Which sucks because when (well, IF) the weather gets nicer, I know my husband will run outside when he gets home from work and I’d so love to run with him.  Guess I will have to be resigned to riding my bike alongside him when he runs.

Okay, I’m done whining for now.

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Yes Means Yes; Everything Else Means No!

Yes means yes; everything else means no.

When it comes to consensual sex, why is that concept so damn difficult to understand?

If a man wants to have sex with a woman and she says yes, then there’s a green light.

If she’s drunk or high and says yes and then says no, stop, don’t, quit or becomes unresponsive or unconscious, that’s a no.

If she’s drunk or high and says no, that’s a no.

If she’s unconscious and can’t say yes, that’s a no.

If she doesn’t say definitively that she wants to have sex, she hems and haws and appears indecisive, that’s a no.

If she says yes and then says no, stop, don’t, or quit, that’s a no.  I don’t care if you were in the middle of something good.  It clearly wasn’t good for her.  So that’s a no.

If you buy her a nice expensive dinner and she’s dressed really sexy and she doesn’t want to have sex with you, that’s a no.  She doesn’t owe you.

If you take her on an expensive trip, buy her expensive gifts, spend lots of money on her and she doesn’t want to have sex with you, that’s a no.  She doesn’t owe you.

If she is dressed in super skimpy outfits and is grinding all over you on the dance floor and she doesn’t want to have sex with you, that’s a no.  She isn’t a tease.  She doesn’t owe you.

If she is parading around naked in front of you, putting things in your face and she doesn’t want to have sex with you, that’s a no.  She isn’t a tease or a slut.  She doesn’t owe you.

If she is your wife and she doesn’t want to have sex with you, that’s a no.  She doesn’t owe you.  She isn’t your property.  It’s not her duty.  You don’t have a right to her.

And for any other scenario I didn’t think up here, let me cover the bases simply: if a woman is of sound mind and communicative ability (she’s not drunk, high, mentally disabled, unconscious, unable to speak the language) and she does not give you a free and clear yes, then that’s a no.

When you try to have sex with a woman who is not providing a free and clear yes, you are committing rape, and it no longer becomes about sex.  It becomes about power and aggression and violence and anger and evil.

Teach this shit to your boys, parents.  I’m tired of reading articles like this.

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Year in Review — 2013

Ahhh, New Year’s Eve and the inevitable reflecting on the year that has gone by oh, so quickly.  Personally, I have noticed that time seems to go by so much more quickly since having a daughter.  Coincidence?  I think not!  But I had a helluva a year in 2013, so I’d like to reflect on it, especially all the things that mattered the most, that had the biggest impact on me this year.  So here are my top ten 2013 events, in no particular order:

1.) Miller Time.  I came on to the Blackhawks scene when my daughter left for college.  My husband needed a hockey buddy to take her place, so I stepped in, and one of the best side effects of that was meeting and becoming friends with Larry, Cathy, Steven, Liz, Brian, and Jess.  I have never met such high quality people, and I have never been so proud to call them my friends since meeting my friends Sara, Eric, John, and Janine.  I love my Miller time!!!!!!!!!!!!

2.) India trip.  I spent 2 weeks in India with my father, his wife, and her mother.  We spent time in Mumbai (where my dad lives), Delhi, and Agra.  It was the most memorable trip of my life.  I learned to appreciate a vastly different culture, found a new favorite food (paneer tikka masala), saw the Taj Mahal, met new, wonderful people, and saw sights that are burned in my mind forever.  I learned to appreciate the beauty in this world.  I learned to appreciate what I have in my life and what I have because I live in this country.  I loved that trip, and I actually loved India.  And I would love to go back.

3.) 65.  Very few people will know what that means.  It’s not 70.  But 65 is nothing to sneeze at.

4.) Running a 5K.  I ran my very first 5K.  At age 47.  As a fat chick.  In the snow.  It might have taken me almost an hour because of the snow I had to tromp through, but I did it.  I can’t wait to do another 5K this spring — not in the snow, in more like 45 minutes, still at age 47, a as a less fat chick than I am now!  I had incredible support from my husband and my friend Emily.  I couldn’t have felt more accomplished!

5.) Robyn.  My cousin and I had, shall we say, a bump in the road, at the start of 2013.  But we talked and communicated and listened and moved far beyond that bump.  I was really scared our relationship was damaged, but she and I are now closer than ever and I couldn’t love her more.  I count her among my very best friends and closest confidantes!

6.) My best friend and Jim’s best friend who had been married for 22 years went through a pretty wicked divorce this summer.  It tore both of us up to see what was going on with her, with him, and with their kids.  I am not happy they divorced, but I am glad it finally came to an end and that everyone has been able to move on.  All I wanted for my friends and their family was peace, and they finally have it.  It also gave jim and me an opportunity to inspect our own marriage, and I am always grateful for the chance to make my marriage stronger.  I am glad my friends now have their own lives and they can go about finding their own way in this world.  It was terribly painful to watch them fall apart in front of our eyes.

7.) My new job.  Anyone who knows me knows that there have been times where I haven’t liked my new job as Instructional Technology Resource Teacher a lot, mostly because I miss being in the classroom so much more desperately than I realized I would.  On the days I have my pity parties, I try to pull myself up and look at what I have gained from this new position — the opportunity to know my colleagues at other buildings better, and I have made some really wonderful friends with the 2nd grade team.  So while I miss having my own classroom full of kids every single day, I always have a brief bright spot somewhere in my day.

8.) Becky Boo.  My baby girl has done an incredible amount of growing up this year.  Even though sometimes she says silly things, (The Oakland Raiders aren’t from Oklahoma?) and does silly things (dish soap in the dish washer), she has also been elected vice president of programming for her sorority, earned recognition in her job that led to a promotion next semester, taken on the responsibility of mentoring a little sister in her sorority, and maintained good grades while being the kindest-hearted person I have ever know.  Who is this admirable young woman and what has she done with my baby girl????

9.) Without Charity.  Through my interaction with my newfound Blackhawks family, I have made so many new friends (see my blurb above about Miller time!).  One of the people I met that impressed me the most is Paul, who earned his MFA this summer by completing a documentary film called Without Charity (check out the website here).  I started to learn about his work and became immediately fascinated.  I even got to help Paul out a little tiny bit with his film!  I am convinced that he is one of the most intelligent and creative people I have ever met (and his wife Marcy is right up there with him!), and I am proud to brag that I know him!

10.) The Stanley Cup.  I was around for the 2010 Cup win.  I was happy for my husband and a little excited myself, but I wasn’t much of a hockey follower back then.  But I started to learn more about the game after 2010 and developed an interest in it (and therefore hopped on the bandwagon, horrors — damn bandwagon fans!).  I was afraid I would miss the finals because I was in India, but I was back in time for games 5 and 6.  I can recall so clearly the constant terror-clutching of Amy’s arm all through game 6 as we watched it with our Hawks family at a bar.  I remember the mind-scrambling excitement when the Hawks tied the game.  And the absolute chaos that ensued 17 seconds later when they took the lead and ended up winning.  It might seem silly to be so excited over a game, but for me, it was also about the camaraderie that had been built up that whole season, about the fun we had watching this very exciting team play hockey (I actually wrote about it here).

I am blessed to have so many good things and wonderful people in my life.  There were sad things that happened this past year — my friend and colleague Lori lost her husband to cancer; my best sounding board and coworker Janine lost her sister-in-law to cancer; my oldest friend Jennifer has watched her stepfather fight cancer (and he’s still fighting); I had to put my cat down after having her in our family for 17 years; I’ve had some personal crises that don’t need to be aired here.  But overall, the blessings outweighed the curses in 2013.  I am hoping 2014 holds the same lack of balance for me and for everyone!  Happy 2014, my friends!

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The Slippery Slope That is Freedom of Expression

Phil Robertson’s anti-gay comments in a GQ article have swirled up a storm of controversy because he has been suspended from filming on the show “Duck Dynasty”.  There are people screaming about how he is being denied freedom of speech and that it is ridiculous that he is being banned from his own show.  The memes are popping up fast and furious.  I took umbrage at his comments, being a pretty verbal supporter of gay rights.  But in no way, shape, or form am I implying that he should have kept his thoughts to himself.

My bachelor’s degree is in English, and I have to believe that a lot of English majors are pretty staunch supporters of freedom of speech.  Censorship is a bad, bad thing in the world of writing.  I am no exception.  My favorite book is Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, and I live in mortal dread of our society becoming the one portrayed in that novel.  Actually, I don’t see us being all that far off (seashell radios = earbuds, does anyone else see that????), and the more people in society talk about removing or restricting material they find offensive, the closer and closer we get to the world of Fahrenheit 451.

So when Phil Robertson says, “It seems like, to me, a vagina—as a man—would be more desirable than a man’s anus. That’s just me. I’m just thinking: There’s more there! She’s got more to offer. I mean, come on, dudes! You know what I’m saying? But hey, sin: It’s not logical, my man. It’s just not logical,”  (Read More      http://www.gq.com/entertainment/television/201401/duck-dynasty-phil-robertson#ixzz2nw3ZZ1ex) I wonder how people would react if the quote instead read something more like this:

“It seems like, to me, a white woman — as a white man — would be more desirable than a black woman.  That’s just me.  I’m just thinking: There’s more there!  The white woman has more to offer.  I mean, come on white folks!  You know what I’m saying?  But hey, marrying outside your race: It’s not logical, my man.  It’s just not logical.”

Or what if the quote sounded like this:

“It seems like, to me, a man for the job — as a man — would be more desirable than a woman.  That’s just me.  I’m just thinking: There’s more there!  The man has more to offer the company.  I mean, come on, guys!  You know what I’m saying?  But hey, hiring a woman to do a man’s job: it’s not logical, my man.  It’s just not logical.”

Would people be jumping up and down screaming about his freedom of speech?  I would hope so, because Phil Robertson is free to speak his mind on any topic he chooses!  But I think what is really happening with the reaction to his statement isn’t outrage at restriction of his speech (because NOBODY has restricted his speech); it’s outrage at being suspended from filming the show because of his comments.  Would people think he deserves to be suspended if he made the comments I made up that were racist or sexist?  I would hope so.  Racist speech and sexist speech — any derogatory speech for that matter — should not be squelched.  But with freedom of expression comes consequences.  And Robertson is facing consequences.  He isn’t suspended from HIS show.  He’s suspended from a show ABOUT him and his family.  “Duck Dynasty” belongs to A & E, if I’m not mistaken.  And that network needs to protect its ratings and its profits, and if it fears losing those things based on Robertson’s anti-gay comments, A & E has every right to suspend him to protect its assets, not just “Duck Dynasty” but all the other shows on their network as well.  After all, consumers may decide that they don’t want to watch ANY show on A & E because “Duck Dynasty” is on that network, and maybe advertisers don’t want to advertise on that network, either.  A & E has to protect its investment.  Maybe Robertson has the rights to the show and he can therefore peddle his show to another network if he’s unhappy with his treatment by A & E.  It is a free country, as everyone is quick to point out.  This is all about the almighty dollar.  A & E doesn’t care what Phil Robertson has to say about gay people; A & E cares about making money off “Duck Dynasty”.  And don’t be mistaken — Phil Robertson doesn’t care about making sure “Duck Dynasty” is high quality television programming; he cares about making money off “Duck Dynasty” — despite the fact that he’s already got plenty,plenty, plenty of money!  But getting as much money is also quite American, isn’t it?

Everybody should have their own opinion — if they choose to have one — about this new thing to argue about and pit friends and family against each other.  Goodness knows there simply isn’t enough to argue about and hate each other about right now.  But make your opinion clear: Phil Robertson is NOT having his freedom of expression denied.  He is facing consequences for making a public statement about a controversial topic that some people have found offensive, and A & E is reacting in a way to protect its financial interests.  So have your opinion — if you choose to have one — about how you feel personally about his comments or how you feel personally about the way A & E has handled this.

My opinion — because I choose to have one — is that Phil Robertson made remarks publicly that are discriminatory and therefore offensive, and he is receiving justifiable backlash from A & E.  I do not believe or ever, ever want anyone to prevent Phil Robertson from speaking his mind, no matter how disgusting I find his opinion to be.

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My First 5K Didn’t Kill Me

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At the start line — definitely feeling a bit of consternation!

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Crossing the finish line. I’ve never done that before!

I did my very first 5K today in 56:29.  That’s not even close to the time I wanted for my first 5K — I was hoping for like 45 minutes or less.  But I also expected to be running in the cold, not in the first big snowstorm of the season.  There were wet roads (runnable), there were slushy brick roads (runnable), there were neighborhood streets that hadn’t been plowed in a while (mostly runnable), and then there was the I & M Canal trail — with a good 5 inches of snow on it.  I tried to run it, truly, but it was like when I trained for my Grand Canyon hike at the Dunes.  Like running in sand.  I called it the “polar” opposite of the Warrior Dash 🙂  But I finished it, so I don’t really care how “slow” my time was.  I also ended up getting a medal (2nd place in my women’s age group — and yes, there were only 2 women in my age group LOL).  The next 5K I run, I will do so much better — and I’ll likely be able to say I shaved 15 minutes off my previous time!!!!!!!  I would also be remiss if I forgot to say that I am more grateful than anyone realizes to some pretty kick-ass cheerleaders — my husband for being so encouraging through everything; my friend Emily who has ridiculously blind faith in all of my abilities; my colleagues Ted and Katie who are real runners but they waited in the cold and snow for me to cross that finish line — I am humbled!  And my buddy Ron who was pleasantly surprised to discover I was out there running in the snow, and actually sent Emily out to check on me when he was worried I was taking too long ❤ ❤ ❤  I may not have actually “run” my first 5K, but I had so much fun!!!!!!!

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With Katie and Ted, proudly wearing our medals!

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What I Have Learned Along the Way….

As a new runner, I am learning so many new things.  Here are just a few.

My body is capable of so much more than I realized.  I’m almost 47, I’m pretty overweight, but I can run 2 miles (even 3 miles).  It might not be pretty.  It might not be fast.  But I can do it.

My mind is capable of so much more than I realized.  I can actually defeat the negative self-talk I often fill my head with.  All the times I say, “It’s too early to go to the gym.  I want to sleep.  I’m too tired.  I’m too fat.  It’s too hard.  I can’t.  I’ll just try this tomorrow.  You’re not good at this,” I have found that I can also say, “You got plenty of sleep last night.  You’ll feel good about this when you’re done.  You can do this because you’ve done it before.  Who cares how you look doing this — you’re doing this!!!”

The mental hurdles are way, way, way, way way bigger than the physical hurdles.

The right music makes running so much easier.

I wasn’t afraid of skunks when I ran in the dark until someone reminded me there are skunks.

I really, really like declines!  All of them!

You know the line from the movie, “Every time you hear a bell, an angel gets it’s wings?” or something along those lines?  Well, I have determined that every time there is a wind gust, somewhere there is a runner running up a hill with the wind in his/her face.

Wind changes direction to always be blowing in my face no matter which direction I run.  It never seems to be at my back.

Endorphins are the best.

Here’s a video I have seen a few times that a friend of mine posted this morning that always motivates me because I can identify with lots of the things said in it.  I will never be the hard-core athletes seen in this video, but I can adopt the same attitude.

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Confidence Boost

This morning I got up with the intention of running for a mile then doing a combination of walking/running for another 2 miles. I was going to use my outdoor route. I like running outside better than inside, especially in the cool weather. Strange, considering what a hot-weather girl I am…. But I digress.

I have run a mile before, just a few weeks ago. I have run a mile and a half before, a little over a week ago. Both of these feats (and they really are feats for me) happened on an indoor track. Nice and flat, no wind, no goose poop. Today’s mile was going to be my first outdoor mile. I was nervous because it was breezy and a little misty at times.

But I hit the pavement. I managed to get the mile in pretty easily, all things considered. But as I hit that mile mark, I decided to change my course of action for today and decided to try for two miles straight. And dammit, I did it! I have never run 2 miles in my life. Ever. And I did it today. Outside, with little inclines, with wind, with mist, with almost 47 years on my life, and with excess weight on my frame. I may not have looked pretty running, but by God, I did it. I can’t even begin to put into words how I felt when I finished it. I don’t care that I have a really slow pace. I don’t care that I don’t look pretty when I’m running. I ran 2 miles without stopping to walk, without any significant calf, heel, or shin pain, and without any doubts that I can do this 5K in a little under a month!

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Slow and Steady Finishes the Race

A new struggle is erupting in my mind in my quest to run my first 5K in the middle of December.  I do two different running routines: one is what I call an “easy run”.  The other is what I call a “hard run.”  The easy run is a 2 mile run-walk using the C25K app.  I follow the routine in the app except when I get to the cool down, I run it instead of walk it.  I can accomplish those 2 miles in roughly 30 minutes.  The hard run is a 3 mile walk-run.  I always start by running a full mile, then I decide how to handle the last 2 miles, but I always try to get plenty of running in, enough that I am running at least 2 of the 3 miles.  This usually takes me closer to 50 – 55 minutes.  Now, I know that I am probably running slower on the hard days to conserve energy because I know I have further to go, but I am having a hard time getting over the mental hurdle of being more tolerant of the (slow) pace of a 15 minute mile and less tolerant of the (even slower) pace of an 18 minute mile.  I need to eventually get to the point where I can run 3 miles, not combo run-walk it, so I keep telling myself the pace right now doesn’t matter; all that matters is that I can run the race and finish it.  But I also keep telling myself that running the race in 50 minutes isn’t good enough; 45 minutes needs to be the max.  Boy, I talk to myself a lot, don’t I?????

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Keeping my eyes on the prize…..

I’m amazed at how significant the mental part of this process is.  I knew the physical part would be challenging, but I never counted on having so many self-doubting thoughts or continuing to think what I am doing isn’t good enough.  Preparing myself for this is pushing me physically, and it sure is pushing me mentally, too!

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