Wow are my kids excited... Wesley was a soldier and Raven was a witch with green hair. The weather was amazing! Its only about -5 out there! The kids got the Mother Load at West Edmonton Mall - enough that they could barely carry it all home, and then there were homes on the way too! This must be a dentists dream!
I bought myself a movie to watch tonight - Rocky Horror Picture Show, and with some Malibu and pineapple juice, Duncan and I are going to celebrate Samhain in style, when the kids go to bed tonight. This holiday brings out my inner Wiccan, and I am going to indulge it. What spells can I get up to tonight???
I spent most of the day today heavily indulged in self reflection. Kim and I are working on lists for our blogs (mine is done, hers isn't), you know, the 100 or so things about Allie you always wanted to know. Although my trip down memory lane netted me a list of 200 things, always have been an over achiever! It was an interesting excercise, I recommend it if you have a couple of hours to spare it. I will publish mine soon, in a little pop up window you will find underneath The THE GIRL BEHIND THE BLOG pop up window.
Happy and safe Samhain, everyone!
Merry meet, and merry part, and merry meet again.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Wow are my kids excited... Wesley was a soldier and Raven was a witch with green hair. The weather was amazing! Its only about -5 out there! The kids got the Mother Load at West Edmonton Mall - enough that they could barely carry it all home, and then there were homes on the way too! This must be a dentists dream!
Thursday, October 30, 2003
QUICK! Go look in the sky. I'd say look mostly north, but the Northern Lights are so great tonight, they actually spread all across the sky. Beautiful.
A romantic concept regarding the Northern Lights comes from Danish folklore. It was believed that two swans had flown too far north and become frozen in the ice. As they struggled to free themselves, reflections from their wings created the Northern Lights.
Ah, the joys of cut and paste. I share with you here a conversation I just had with my friend on msn. Only half of my readership will understand this post. But what are girlfriends for, if not sympathy?
Elizard the Great says: aunt flo visitin?
Allie's got the best life ever says: yep. I keep telling her not to come back...
Elizard the Great says: you may have to get nasty with her
Allie's got the best life ever says: I keep trying to flush her down the toilet. How much more nasty can you get?
Elizard the Great says: ick
Allie's got the best life ever says: She just doesn't take a hint
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Reading the Edmonton Sun paper yesterday, I was graced with an opinion article by Mindelle Jacobs entitled "Time to let Terri Schiavo die with dignity".
What does dying with dignity entail? And who defines dignity?
Jacobs' argument, albeit an opinion piece, neglects to acknowledge any potential value in an existence alternative to her own. But it is her definition of dignity that concerns me.
Terri Schiavo lives her life in a vegetative condition and is fed through a tube. She is not on life support. Neither is Schiavo the only human to live in this state.
Jacobs has bought into the line of thinking that since Schiavo is completely vegetative she can not be actually "living". Jacobs rejects Schiavo's parents' claims that she has responded to attention over the years (even though they present video taped evidence of her laughing, smiling and even crying) dismissing them as wishful thinking on their part, or even merely "reflexes" that one might come to expect of someone with this condition.
Some doctors suggest that Schiavo has no consciousness and therefore can not actually experience these reactions or emotions. But even doctors have been known to be wrong, on occasion.
In the past we have also been told that babies can't smile, little boys feel no pain when having their foreskins removed, people in a coma don't retain memories of their comatose experience, and that people under anesthetic can't hear what is being said around them. But we have all heard instances that evidence the contrary.
We are creatures notorious for assuming we know all about something to only be surprised by different facts at a later date.
For Jacobs to suggest that Schiavo should "be allowed to die with dignity" as she is "bereft of the qualities that makes us human," is to suggest that the definition of both humanity and dignity be based on an able bodied and able minded premise. Her argument therefore suggests there is no right, or point, to life beyond that basis. What would this type of conclusion mean for the differently-abled of our world... or for that matter, how about the severely disabled? Are these people not as human as you and I?
It is true that Schiavo won't ever emerge from the physical state that her body has found itself in, but I don't know if I feel comfortable, or qualified enough, to judge whether she could be experiencing a life that is satisfying to her or not. Just because her life is different from mine doesn't mean I can't believe there is worth in it.
One thing is for sure, if she really isn't present in any form, or is unable to respond to any stimulation, then she isn't losing anything by remaining alive. And remember, it's a feeding tube, not life support. She slowly starves to death if they remove it. And then she is dead. There is no "going to a better place" as Jacobs words it.
But - if she even remotely hears her parents or visitors and knows that she is loved, even on a "primitive level" isn't that enough to suggest her life could be worth something? If she does respond, if anything at all makes her smile and laugh, might that not suggest an enjoyment of at least part of her life?
And who gets to decide?
Thankfully enough, it's not Mindelle Jacobs.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
I forgot what I sat down to blog about. I'd say it was old age, but given that I keep getting ID'ed when I want to order alcohol I ain't feeling too old right now. I am damn sexy.
And I am going to take myself to bed now. "Say Goodnight, Allie." "Good night, Allie."
Monday, October 27, 2003
Well the news is out, so I guess I can blog about it.
Last night was emotional - with Howard being so sick and everyone being so afraid for him there were many different feelings people were having. The many different feelings conflict, not complement, and it makes it hard sometimes to define how one feels about the whole thing.
Howard has been sad, devastated even, since his partner Mavis died in July. When we were here in July, looking for a home Duncan and I watched them swim together, happy. When I returned I saw a very different Dolphin, an alone dolphin. Harold obviously missed Mavis. I can relate to how that might feel.
But he hasn't been well since, and this weekend it got much worse. As I have come to know Howard, and spent several late night breaks with him, just me and him in the nighttime quiet of a super huge mall, I have grown fond of him, attached even, as selfish as that might be. I have marvelled at the absolute dedication of his four trainers, who have spent so much extra time with him trying to make him feel better, even to the point of sleeping beside him all night long when he was lonely. He is not just a dolphin, he is Howard. But Howard needs a friend. And it does seem wrong, at some level, to have him cooped up in a tank.
As I watched last night the huge effort of getting him into the smaller dolphin tank, the greatest emotions I felt were fear and sadness - that this was the end... that I was witnessing the pinnacle of a steady decline that could only end one way. I have wanted to feel hope but maybe I am being pessimistic so as not to fool myself. Regardless, if letting Howard go to another Zoo is what he needs to pull through this, then we need to let him go, and fast. But then again, that might not be what he wants either. A tank is a tank, is a tank...
When I was a kid, I remember playing far out in the ocean, on a clear summers day when the tide was so far out - swimming around in the water and all of a sudden there were dolphins... dolphins everywhere. They actually seemed excited to be swimming around with me rather then I them! I was captivated. It was magical. I was in love! Wild Dolphins like to share themselves with people. They are amazing and curious creatures. I also remember one Christmas on the ferry to the Mainland a bunch of Dolphins escorted our ship for a ways, jumping high out of the water beside us - higher then I have ever seen any captive Dolphin jump. As a child growing up on the coast I have witnessed and been touched by the spirits and hearts of these animals. It hasbecome part of who I have become.
Perhaps some spirits were never meant to be held captive. Us humans sometimes have a way of forgetting this.
On my Dare List, I had listed one of my future goals to be swimming with the Dolphins in the Bahamas, sort of a trip I had planned out in my mind a while back. But knowing what I know now, I will take that off my list - I have already swam with Dolphins, in a more touching and sweet experience then one could ever have in an artificial environment. Nothing could ever top this memory, and I would rather not be party to the prolonged captivity of a creature who needs to live life free.
It is sometimes funny the extent to which one's brain attempts to portray itself in the dreamworld even though I am awake. Atleast, I think I am awake... It is like my minds own personal protest at being made to work 12 hours straight through the night with little or no sleep the night before.
Work was so boring last night the Edmonton Police phoned me just to chat. They apparently hadn't had a call come in either, for four whole hours. It's harder when it isn't busy, but I play Pokemon (Ruby) when its slow, so it is mostly all good. Sad news at work though, Howard is very sick. I don't know how much I am allowed to say here yet, so I will just plead inate ramblings of a sleep deprived woman and hope as I go to sleep that everything is better tonight.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
At the end of the summer I decided to try Friendster, seeing that it was a big deal with the online community, and I guess I didn't want to feel left out... I have neglected it, alot, recently, but it has been interesting, and sometimes even fun.
I am now connected to *235,987 people* in my Personal Network, through 19 friends. I'm always up for new friends, so if you wanna add me, use email@example.com!
Saturday, October 25, 2003
The journalist/parent in me suspects there is more to this story then is in the media - but regardless, if you see this girl, or know of her whereabouts, or have any information on the case, call 416-808-8390 from Toronto, or 1-800-222-TIPS throughout Ontario, or contact your own local law authorities.
Someone knows where this girl is. Someone always knows. She is not where she is supposed to be.
Read the Original Press Release here.
Friday, October 24, 2003
Ever hear someone say "if god doesn't like it let him strike me down right now," and feel the urge to step away, just in case?
If I was Mel Gibson right now, I'd be doing some serious soul searching about my role in this new Jesus flick. Not even Martin Scorsese was hit by lightening whilst filming the Last Temptation...
One dynamic area of the sun has recently produced an Earth Directed CME (coronal mass ejection), and another area is currently erupting. This G-3 (moderate-strong) geo-magnetic storm should reach Earth by Friday, October 24.
HOLY SPACE STORMS, BATMAN... THAT'S...
"It's somewhat unusual to have this much activity when we're approximately three-and-a-half years past solar maximum," said Larry Combs (a forecaster with the NOAA Space Environment Center's Space Weather Operations), adding "In fact, just last week, solar activity was very low with an almost spotless sun."
So what's happening now then, Larry? (cue Twilight Zone music)
"[Well Allie], like anything in nature, sometimes [solar activities] don't act like we expect them to".
I see. What then, if anything, does that mean for my weekend... my first real weekend off since I started working?
Normal space storm disruptive stuff, like mass power outages, communication blackouts, satellite damages, airline navigation system failures, the dreaded interruption of the internet... but most excitingly...
THE NORTHERN LIGHTS!
NASA's Space Weather Web site is predicting that Aurora's from this storm might be visible as far south as Oregon and Illinois in North America. It's like a big surprise party thrown by the sun! I am enthralled. I am hoping for clear skies for this weekend. I love the Northern Lights!
AND... atleast it's not an earth directed asteroid... breaks into a rendition of "Always look on the bright side of life..."
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
I thanked my friend for letting me know, and gently placed the phone back in its receiver.
I knew in my heart she was already dead.
I paused briefly as a surge of memories rushed through my head. Her young smile. Her wedding, her beautiful dress. Her playing with her children. The way she would stand with her hands on her hips. The way her hand felt in mine. The way she would look at everyone with love. How much she wanted to make a difference in this world.
I picked up the phone to dial the number for my sister in England. It was very early in the morning there, I would be the first to break the news to her.
"Oh my god" she gasped. "They killed her".
No more words were necessary, nor offered. Indeed, those very words resonated someplace in my soul, someplace that didn't want to accept this horrid reality as a mere accident. The unfairness and cruelty of it all better denied lest it become overwhelming. I was unable to disagree with my sister that night, and that doubt, that nagging betrayal, has stayed with me even to this day.
As I watched the events unfold on my neighbours' TV that night, shock dulled the sting that would eventually follow. Reports attempted to offer the world hope, but I shook my head sadly and said "She's already dead..."
Princesses are supposed to have fairytale lives. Princesses are supposed to live happily ever after, loved by those around her, admired from afar.
My Princess was dead... And it wasn't pretty.
In many ways, Diana was MY Princess, belonging very much to MY generation, and her death rocked me. Not just because I am British, or a royalist, or even that I had actually met her (she was an amazing inspiration to me).
In the end, it was the grand unfairness of it all. The sense that some underlying evil had been invoked, and as a result the happiness she seemed just about to obtain, the very happiness the world felt she deserved, was ripped from her prematurely and irrecoverably.
And still years later, the feeling, the suspicion, lingers, unanswered.
And now, today, I read in the paper that Diana's own fears and suspicions may now spark an inquiry into her death. Part of me is not sure if or what I want to know, and the other part knows that only that answer will ever fill the void left by such a travesty.
Yet, the fairy tale needs an ending...
Monday, October 20, 2003
"...Oh my darling, I love you, And I always will... Love me Tender... Love me true... All my dreams fullfilled..."
Elvis music playing softly in the background, freshly made coffee, the wondorous aroma of an eggs benedict meal cooking, the morning papers, and my most special bestest friend...
Who would have thought 6:30 am could look so good?
Sunday, October 19, 2003
And yet we still managed to find each other!
Pure Fate. Rare Connection. Eternal Love... and...
Choices... Choices... Choices... and more Choices...
How am I ever gonna decide on my own?
CALLING ALL GIRLFRIENDS EVERYWHERE! This is an emergency broadcast of the Emergency Girlfriend System... I need help!
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Determination. It is a gift we give ourselves, the moral fortitude to make it through anything and come out better for it on the other side.
Well, truth be told, it wasn't like my day yesterday was so awful that I was actually upset with it (never fear). But I did have a mild fascination with how the things I had planned, happened, but seemed to do so on their own volition at times. I don't often have days like that, and I don't remember the last one - but I was still bound and determined for it not to happen again.
And for my determiniation I was rewarded with a wonderful day! I slept in (sort of, I mean I came home and slept for four hours). Duncan woke me up to go and see KILL BILL with him. Very good movie. Again, about determination. The way the movie is directed and the action presented is amazing, but I will blog about that another day. We brought home food for the kids, and then we all headed over to Galaxy Land at West Edmonton Mall. I went on many rides with Duncan... all of them I think, except for the Space Shot, but we are likely going on that one the next weekend we have together, just us. I will post something another day about that Roller Coaster. It deserves it's own post.
To touch off a perfect evening, we each got a cone of delato ice cream (low in fat!) to eat as we walked home together, enjoying the warm fall evening. As soon as kids are sleeping, Duncan and I are going to watch the Matrix Reloaded.
Determination is a wonderful thing. I am determined to have a lifetime of wonderfully perfect days, and I can put up with the occasional off day in order to provide appreciation for the good!
Wiggle your toes!
Friday, October 17, 2003
When author Judith Viorst wrote "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" she wrote it not for kids, but for all of us who suffer days like mine today. See, Alexander's not really having a bad day, persee, and there is nothing really wrong with his life, it's just "one of those days".
Alexander's day starts when he wakes up with gum in his hair. At breakfast, Alexander's brothers Nick and Anthony find amazing prizes in their cereal, while all Alexander ends up with is, well, cereal. The situation gets worse at school when his teacher doesn't understand him, he visits the dentist only to discover he has a cavity, and his Mom buys him shoes he hates cause the ones he likes aren't in stock. His brothers push him around until he finally pushes back, but then he is the only one his Mother catches. A visit to his Dad's workplace incurs him the wrath of his father (not to mention he seems to upset all the papers and office equiptment without really trying). If I remember correctly somewhere in the story the ice cream falls off his ice cream cone and rolls into the dirt. For dinner it is the only meal in the world he despises, his PJ's are all wrong, and the cat wont sleep in his room.
Alexander, in all his wisdom, surmises that since in Australia, everything is upside down, maybe his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day would become a wonderful, terrific, really good day, and he decides he will move to Australia.
Today I got up early with Duncan to make him coffee so he could get to an early meeting. I succeeded, but I forgot to make the kids lunch for school. I was actually shooing them out the door before I realized. I wanted to celebrate my first paycheque so I took Duncan out for lunch and bought everyone some presents. That fish tank Raven wanted got real heavy after some time and my arms still hurt. I tried to nap when I got home, since I have to work a stupid event tonight, all night long, but I couldn't sleep, and even if I had my ex still phoned and woke me up. I am tired already. I planned a special dinner and got take out ready to be delivered when Duncan was soposed to arrive home. Five minutes after dinner arrives, Duncan phones and says he has to stay late to finish some work. He wont get home now before I have to leave, which is in ten minutes (and for anyone paying attention I don't really want to go). Did I mention I am tired? Sigh. It's just one of those days, I guess.
I think I will move to Australia.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Well, I guess, when I first decided to blog, I was going to blog about the UN support of the american resolution, how they had sold out Iraq and okay'd an american occupation... with a surprising 12-0 vote total, even. But surfing around this afternoon, I have found myself a new rant.
In a recent speech proclamating October 12-18 to be MARRIAGE PROTECTION WEEK, President Bush stated:
"To encourage marriage and promote the well-being of children, I have proposed a healthy marriage initiative to help couples develop the skills and knowledge to form and sustain healthy marriages. Research has shown that, on average, children raised in households headed by married parents fare better than children who grow up in other family structures... By supporting responsible child-rearing and strong families, my Administration is seeking to ensure that every child can grow up in a safe and loving home".
The politics of american administration(s) have always been religiously christain, right and based on such prejudices. This has been made clear, in more ways then one, for time immorial... I am not sure how a nation, that soposedly supports individuality, claims to be a bastion of freedom, and pretends to support a persons right to choices, can be so fundamentally homophobic...
I support same sex marriage.
I support lasting bonds of friendship and marriage. But more importantly, I support the right for all to people to enjoy equality, and this HAS TO mean that they share the same rights as everyone else.
I reject government sponsored exclusion. Of anyone.
I reject the notion that my rights and freedoms can be valued more highly then those of another human being's. I believe that if rights and freedoms arent supported equally and defended as such then at some future point I can expect my rights and freedoms to be removed from me as well.
I believe that individual preference should govern the make up of an intimate, marital relationship. How I choose to define my sexual friendship with my chosen and trusted partner is important to the type of relationship I want to have with him, and how I chose to share my life with him. That is significantly more important to my overall personal commitment than some state governed definition of what marriage is, or is soposed to be. Ask anyone who has been divorced what the actual institution of marriage means to them.
I can tell you. It means nothing, really. What means anything at all is how two people feel about each other, and how they express their love and need to be together and share their life in a meaningful way. Marriage has to be defined between the two people who are themselves inherently involved for it to mean anything. A slip of paper does not a marriage make.
However, for the time being, we all must submit to being licensed in marriage. Any so called democratic government should extend that right of licensure to all it's citizens. It is what is fair. It is not the start of a slippery slope.
For the fundamentalist religious right christians out there among you, who may wish to suggest that traditional marriage is a sacrament and anything else is an abomination in the eyes of your righteous god, go read your precious New Testament. It doesn't cite homosexuality as being a sin, and Jesus himself, who is not portrayed as married in the story, is recorded as certainly encouraging people NOT to get married, at all.
Maybe you should/could/would start paying attention to the suggestions of acceptance and message of unconditional love that Jesus preached and believed in (and likely died for), but somehow failed to get through the notions of human selfishness and greed.
"In my fathers house there are many rooms", said Jesus. "If it were not so, I would have told you." (JOHN 14:2). A place for everyone. The whole human family.
Jesus, please save me from your followers. They are a callous and mean people. Maybe you could send them to their rooms now.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Compliments are wonderful ways to communicate your truest feelings to your partner, friends and loved ones. They come in all manners and forms, but the sweetest are those sincere expressions intimately revealed without motive or intent.
Duncan pays me the best compliments. He often doesn't realize how much of a compliment it is at the time, and sometimes I don't either until I think about it for a bit, outside of the mundane context it is usually presented in.
After Duncan moved in with me, he would often lament that he didn't stay up late anymore, or at least as regularly as he did in his previous life. Of course, we would stay up late watching movies and/or playing video games, or going out for the night somewhere, or just walking/talking... but just as frequently we would retire together for the evening - and not just for sex - but to actually go and fall asleep together, in each others arms. So, yeah, every once in a while he would make an offhand comment on how he notices he goes to bed earlier then he used to, but didn't understand why, or what exactly had changed.
Sometimes we just don't notice how much our lives change when they do change.
Then I started my new job, which began last week on a set of night shifts, and Duncan began to notice that he stays up late when I am not home, that he misses me, and that he doesn't go to bed until he really is tired, as there "was no reason to go to bed". And then he noticed a correlation.
He shared this with me the other day... telling me (in casual conversation) that since I had been absent for some nights, he had figured out why he doesn't stay up for half the night anymore, that he now understands what had changed... it was ME, he said, that he actually goes to bed to be with me/spend time with me JUST because he wants to, and that didn't exist for him before he moved in with me.
He goes to bed because he wants to be near me. He goes to bed because he wants to spend time with me, to wrap his arms around me, to talk about our dreams, and to keep me warm. AND he actively makes this choice, no one makes him go to bed.
Can there be a better compliment then that?
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
That to imitate someone is to pay that person a genuine compliment, yet an often unintended compliment. It is unintended, I imagine, when it is borne from the depths of hatred, obsession, preoccupation, jealousy, and denial.
It is as if, in one's own furious resentment, they entrap themselves into a never ending, pathetic, cycle of perpetually envious coveting. Like somehow, if they become "like" the person being imitated, they will somehow be as "liked" by those around, or knowing, the subject person. It's like they forget that they are actually a person themselves, with a life to live. Get on with it, already.
Or maybe it is just Bipolar Disorder (usually characterized by elevated or irritable moods, grandiosity, sleeplessness, extravagance, an inability to maintain relationships, a tendency toward irrational judgment, lethargy, withdrawal, showing lack of concentration, and expressing feelings of worthlessness, self-blame, and guilt) as some have been so bold to suggest. Who knows? AND if so, why won't this person get some help?
As I am not a big fan of dishonest internal dialogue, I will say (as all is fair in the public domain) that I am referring to my fiances ex wife. In a crude sort of way, it is at times, like having my own private stalker, except the obsession surrounds my entire family and likely even my friends. I can, of course, track her IP address(es) as she views my web pages, and everytime I add something it seems that I eventually discover that she has added it too. Flattering? Maybe. But mostly sad. It's been two years since they have been seperated/divorced, three or four years if you consider the emotional separation. It's more than time to move on.
Yesterday I was surfing through a second wives/blended family (thank gods they never had kids) web board and was pleasantly surprised to discover we are not the only family with these kinds of issues to deal with. Lucky for us though, we actually don't have to deal with them. It's over. We have moved on, new beginnings from one of life's endings, as the world demands. There are no more ties to be severed, no reason to maintain contact or even wonder at the state of the other person's life. Who cares? And if, in the future there are issues to be dealt with, they will be dealt with within the extent that the law allows, not by our own personal concern. Otherwise, there is much indifference.
I realize that with the presence I have built on the web that my life is open to public scrutiny, and I am okay with that, even if it means someone who doesn't like me choses to visit my space. Like I said, it is public domain, and everyone is welcome. I have often wondered to myself, out loud, how much of the story to tell, and I have decided today that I will tell it like it is, as it arises, if it does. That way, it isn't open to interpretation by storytellers with no, or little, rights to tell the story. After all, it is my life, the story is already being told...
As for being observed/copied/etc, *shrugs*, who cares? I have inspired many to begin blogs and web pages and Duncan and I have often helped in the creation of such. We have helped many more, as I have been helped by those who have inspired me during my journey across the web community. It's what the web is about, and I believe in that.
Imitation is a sincere form of flattery. I like to be sincere and genuine, and if that inspires others - then I am honored, regardless of who they, or what their intentions, are.
Friday, October 10, 2003
Today, I am a proud momma. My kids had wonderful days at school and both came home excited with their good news! Congrats Wes and Raven!
RAVEN won a Bookmark contest, where she had to design and color a bookmark. She has always been quite a little artist so I am not surprised - for her efforts she won a book on behalf of her class (I will let you visit her blog for details) and had her name announced to the entire school.
WESLEY passed his School Crossing Guard Exam today (some kids didn't so it's a big deal for him) and is now a fully fledged Patrolman. He also reieved a SUPER SCOOP today, and the Principal phoned me to tell me wat a great kid he was and how happy they are that he is part of the school! Isn't that a nice call from the school?
"I don't think women can have too much intercourse," says Dr George Winch Jr. Dr. Claire Bailey concurs, adding "regular sessions can not only firm a woman's tummy and buttocks but also improve her posture."
Come home baby. My posture and I miss you!
Thursday, October 09, 2003
This question was on a quiz I was taking this morning. The answer I decided to choose was this:
"Idols are for people who can't live up to thier own dreams so they have to chase after someone else's."
At first I found it to be a little tounge in cheek, but the more I thought about it, I realized just how serious I was about the answer itself. Then I started thinking... There really is many people I respect and have admired or even thought brilliant. People I have allowed to inspire and influence me, people I have looked up to and aspired to grow and emulate their characteristics or actions which have touched me. But Idolization seems to me to be too close to obsession, and obsession seems to me to be a very exclusive trait. I would rather allow myself the benefit of all wisdoms and thoughts, even if it challenges the notions I currently hold. Correction - especially if it challenges the notions I hold. So there I was thinking, as I said, and all these names started collecting in my head... so for momentary prosperity I am going to list (some of the) people, off the top of my head, that have been most influential to me as a person, or have had (or caused, as the case may be) the biggest impact on my life, my experience, our shared history and/or have illustrated the mysteries of our shared human condition. It is a wholly inconclusive list, too short for any real justice - and in no particular order, importance or otherwise...
Mahatma Gandhi, H. G. Wells, Oscar Wilde, Orson Welles, Galileo Galilei, Stephen King, Dalai Lama Tenzin Gyatso, Nelson Mandela, Mikhail Gorbachev, Elie Wiesel, Bill Clinton, Terry Fox, Mother Teresa, Diana Spencer, Buddha Siddhartha Skakyamuni, Marshall McLuhan, Roberta Bondar, Thérèse Casgrain, Emily Murphy, Louise McKinney, Irene Parlby, Nellie McClung, William Shakespeare, Henrietta Muir Edwards, Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, Daniel Quinn, Wil Ferguson, Dominik Hasek, M. Night Shyamalan, Martin Scorsese, Confucius, Prophet Muhammad, Sarah McLachlan, Soren Kierkegaard, Albert Einstein, Ambrose Bierce, Seneca, Stephen Hawkings, Sir Winston Churchill, Martin Luther King Jr, George Bernard Shaw, Bertrand Russell, Elvis Presley, John Lennon, the Rolling Stones, Johnny Cash, Ludwig van Beethoven, Charles Darwin, Amelia Earhart, Karl Marx, Aldous Huxley, Socrates, Maggie Thatcher, Jesus Christ, Desmond Tutu, Paul Henderson, Wayne Gretzky, Brian Mulroney, Pierre Trudeau, Michael Moore...
That being said, I do have heros not on this list, many in fact. But listing my heros would take much more consideration and would perhaps be done better another day.
Also, there are evils that need to be recognized as influencing my/our experienc of history, defining the world as we see it today, and even though they are despised by myself (and perhaps by history), they should be included (as they have forced sometimes the most influence into the world as I know it), but do deserve their own list:
Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, Josef Stalin, Mao Tse-tung, George W. Bush, Osama bin Laden...
I have been conversing with Duncan over MSN while typing this blog post - and he is excited at my endeavour and has proposed us a project - we are going to spend some time massing the actually huge amount of names of those who deserve to be recognized as influential to us, and after deciding methodology, categories and the likes, we will publish our results for those who may be interested! I love pet projects, and Duncan has great ideas.
Well. now I have some housework to get done, and some video games to play, and an evening meal to prepare for... aren't days off wonderful?
EDIT AND ADDITIONS (courtesy of Duncan):
Adam Smith, Adolf Hitler, Albert Einstein, Alfred Hitchcock, Alfred von Schlieffen, Aristotle, Bill Gates, Buddha, Charlemagne, Charles Darwin, Christopher Columbus, Confucius, Constantine, Elizabeth I, Enrico Fermi, Galileo Galilei, Issac Newton, James Watson / Francis Crick, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Jesus, Johann Gutenberg, John Calvin, John Lennon / Paul McCartney, John Locke, John Maynard Keynes, Josef Stalin, Julius Caesar, Karl Marx, Leonardo di Vinci, Ludwig von Beethoven, Mahatma Ghandi, Mao Zedong, Martin Luther, Mohammed, Napoleon Bonaparte, Orville Wright / Wilbur Wright, Otto von Bismarck, Plato, Shigeru Miyamoto, Sigmund Freud, Simon Bolivar, Thomas Edison, Thomas Jefferson, Vladimir Lenin, Walt Disney, William Shakespeare, Winston Churchill
... and then it's a sport.
And I like my sports even better when they are Extreme. And now, thinking of my favorite "extreme" holiday, Samhain (aka Halloween), I have truly found worthy inspiration!
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Sending Smiles to Iraq, one gift at a time...
Wesley and Raven think this is a great idea too! I think its a great excerise for them to go and pick something appropriate, spend their allowance on it and send it off. Go visit them and give them some encouragement!
Arnold Schwarzenegger to Gray Davis:
"You're Terminiated... Mo'F***er."
Okay, so thats not a direct quote (atleast not officially but I can imagine it being said), but... Wow. How the mighty will fall. And Fall Davis did. To be frank, it makes me happy. Although somewhat ambivalent to such far away politics, I'll admit I wanted Schwarzenegger to win, I thought he played his cards well and deserved it. Good for him.
On a related note, it appears (hat tip to LT Smash) that the cause of the October 7 California earthquake has been found.
I am in one of those moods today... it's a good mood but I lack direction... which is ok, cause it is my first day off of four (I dont work again until Saturday night). I am enjoying my afternoon home alone, while planning the rest of my day and looking forward to everyone coming home. I think I will go to the mall, do some housework, and cook dinner. Tonight I hope we watch one (or two maybe?) of Duncan's new movies. Theres no need for rushing today and I like that. Just me alone with a silly smile on my face and all sorts of odd thoughts running through my head. Allow me to elaborate:
10 Greatest things since SLICED CHEESE:
1. $2.99 Kids meals at Hooters. 5 big Wings and a plateful of fries. (Duncan interjects here with, "we almost can't justify eating anywhere else!")
2. West Edmonton Mall. It has everything, even a Roller Coaster.
3. Staff get Mall discounts at above mentioned Mall with everything. Yay!
4. Working four days on, four days off. Wow, a four day weekend, everytime. And if I take a shift off, thats 12 days off right there! Anyone out there jealous yet?
5. Every month, my family gets a free pass to one of WEM's attractions, our choice.
6. My benefits start after only three months, and then I get a raise!
7. Being woken up for sex. Three times.
8. Having a second bathroom downstairs in our house. I don't know what we did pre-second bathroom.
9. Sunbathing/tanning in Edmonton in October. Boy- it's gorgeous here.
10. Being engaged to my best friend. I'm gonna marry that man!
Oh yeah, and someone else does all our yard work. That's pretty sweet.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
IT'S A GREAT FEELING - When everything turns out just the way you want it, and then even better then anticipated! I love the satisfaction of absolute success.
The event of Duncan's birthday today was just that, amazingly perfect. He's happy with his gifts (he's off playing as I type) and I did manage to throw in a few surprises as well (meaning he didn't guess it all in advance). He also has an IOU for a special gift not quite available yet... but soon.
Dinner at Hooter's was a big hit, and I made sure the girls knew it was his birthday so he got some extra loving. We came home tonight with a great picture of him with four of the servers and he is beaming from ear to ear, lucky guy, they were pretty hot! On his picture they wrote "Hugs and Kisses and Naughty Spanks." Indeed! Every good birthday boy deserves some naughty spanking!!!
And now I go off to administer his spankings, and what ever else the good birthday boy desires. No wonder he likes his birthday!
No wonder he loves me!
It's Duncan's 25th Birthday today!
Happy Birthday my love!
First Edit: Just got back from taking Duncan to lunch at Sherlock Holmes Pub. As an interesting side note, besides being duncan's birthday, today is also the day the winds came and all the leaves fell off the trees. We had a very enjoyable walk in the swirling leaves. I love fall walks, almost as much as the summer rains.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
As promised, I am blogging about about the "Loving Styles Profile" that Duncan and I participated in (U of A's Department of Human and Family Ecology). After individually answering and scoring 54 separate questions, this is what we have discovered:
My predominant loving styles are "Companionant Love" (first) and "Altruisitc Love" (second). Duncan's predominant loving styles are "Altruistic Love" (first) and his second scores were tied with both "Companionate Love" and "Romantic Love". Apparently, "Altruistic Love" is very uncommon in Adult loving styles, especially so prominently figured as we scored. But then again, we are no ordinary couple, and never have been. For the curious, here are the definitions of the above mentioned styles...
COMPANIONATE LOVE: is experienced as close and loving friendship, and develops over time. Having common interests and hobbies provides an important foundation for companionate love. This kind of love is generally not experienced as intense, but rather as comfortable and secure. Companionate lovers can disagree or argue without threatening the relationship. Committment, trust, and loyalty are important to companionate love.
ALTRUISTIC LOVE: is a gentle, patient, caring style of love. It is a giving and self sacrificing kind of love. Loyalty is important. Altruists put their partners happiness and well being before their own and expect nothing in return. Although many people have a component of Altruistic Love in thier loving style, it is very uncommon as a predoominant loving style in adult love relationships.
ROMANTIC LOVE: is a passionate kind of love that begins as a powerful attraction to the typical appearance of another. Romantics experience love as an intense physical respose to another. They love to look at the person they love, gaze into their eyes, touch and hold them. Romantics have intense desires to be with their partner and care for them. Sexual intimacy is usually an important component to this style of love.
The other Loving Styles featured in the Profile are as follows: Manic Love, Egotistical Love, and Pragmatic Love.
It's no wonder we seem to be so perfectly suited for each other.
I love this song...
Lyrics by Amanda Marshall
I wanna laugh
Until I cry
Wake up with you each day 'til the day that I die
Let's go to New Orleans
And watch the parade
Take funny pictures, eat jambalaya and drink lemonade
And when the day is finally over
We stumble home
Before we sleep
Baby, marry me
I wanna drive
'Til we get lost
Lie in a field staring up at the sky
While you point out the Southern Cross
And somehow I know
Without asking why
That you love me more in a minute
Than anyone could in a lifetime
Dancing in the parking lot
While the band plays inside
Sweep me off my feet
Baby, marry me
We don't need no preacher man
Readin' from the Good Book
And I don't want no fancy dress
Ain't no ceremony for the vows that I took
From the moment I met you
I have been blessed...
So let's make a toast
And drink up the wine
Here's to you lying here next to me
Until the end of time
Wherever you are
I wanna be
And anything that means anything to ya
Means everything to me
Sneakin' out the back door
While they're throwin' the rice
And they'll talk for weeks
But we're all we need
So baby, if you're free
Baby, marry me...
Saturday, October 04, 2003
So here I am, blogging from the "executive laptop" at the Open House for the U of A, at Duncan's booth. He is answering all sorts of questions that one might ask a very important Executive Communications Officer. He has almost finished. The kids and I explored a world of exciting and interesting things; they were very interested in all the science stuff and we are coming away with trees to plant. I will post later about the interesting stuff I found, especially the BSc in Human Ecology and the results of the love test Duncan and I took. But for now, I just want to go home!
Thursday, October 02, 2003
... AND I SAID YES!
Thats right, it's official, we are engaged! Duncan came home on Monday with a special surprise for me: he was so cute, the ring is so beautiful, and I love him so - so ofcourse I said yes. Apart from the computer being down (borrowed a laptop so I could finally blog - talk about withdrawal issues!) we also wanted to contact a few relatives by phone before broadly announcing, and not all those are quite done yet, but soon they will be. I just couldn't wait a moment longer. I am bursting at the seams with the news! I wanted to include a picture of the ring but I can't get the card reader on this laptop to recognize my media card (yet), so soon I will post a picture.
So, actually, tonnes of exciting stuff has happened since the computer died - My ring doesn't have the only diamonds in our lives right now - Raven was awarded a Diamond of Distinction Award for academic excellence at her school today. Very proud we are.
AND... I was offerred a job today! West Edmonton Mall Security offerred me their Communications Officer Position. They treated me super nice so I kind of knew they would offer it to me... plus, I am just that good! I start this weekend, and it is exciting to be working in the same field as Duncan is - and close enough to home that I don't have to get a bus pass! Yay me!
Also, in the past few days, I made another friend. The mother of one of Wesley's friends, her name is Janine. She just moved here from Victoria. She seems nice, we have loads in common, and she stayed the other day, while Chelsea and Wes played, for a few hours talking. It's starting to look very good here indeed.
Everything is going well. Our computer should have all working parts by the 20th and until then, well, this shall suffice. Hope everyone is well - I was excited to see my visitors list approaching almost 4000, even in my absence! I love you all!