Wednesday, September 14, 2011

On Humanity and Walmartians...

Perhaps WalMart isn't the last place on Earth I should ever have to go to. Hmmm...
A momentary rant from me on FaceBook last night questioning the incongruity of humans wound its way around to the subject of "Walmartians" surprisingly quickly. Well, maybe not so surprising, actually, as it seems that Walmartians have made an impression on most every one in, I daresay, the universe. (Disclaimer: Lest there start to be confusion and raised eyebrows by my commentary, let me say that I do not believe the act of going to WalMart, in itself, makes one a Walmartian. I do not like to go, and I will avoid going at almost all costs. Unfortunately, their pharmacy does have prices that we would be idiots to ignore. And we are typically not idiots.) Anywho, a wonderfully witty friend asked if "my" WalMart was like "hers" in that she goes there "to feel thin and sophisticated".  Ha! That's funny. Hm...it's also true. And I quickly realized that when I do have to go to WalMart, the Walmartians make me feel brilliant. Like I should be winning the Nobel-Peace-Prize-for-damn-near-anything-brilliant!  Thin, sophisticated, brilliant... Why am I not spending every day there?!?!  So thank you, Meg, for realigning my perspective!

Of course that was not at all where I was focusing when I questioned, "What is wrong with people?"  But it's a really hugely infinitely broad question. My issues at the moment were the basic lacking of integrity in many people, and the overwhelming propensity for spreading negativity, venom, and hatred at any and every opportunity. I just don't understand what people get out of being that way. Are they so miserable with life that they must try to make others miserable as well? Are they so consumed with arrogance that they believe their perspective on all matters is the only perspective that can even be considered?? Is their world really so small that any thing they don't understand (and won't bother to learn about) is a dire threat to them???  I have no idea. But I think it's probably all of these things.  It's a big, diverse world people. Lighten the fuck up.  (Disclaimer: Aforementioned address not directed, most likely, to anyone reading here. Unless, of course, there is a small-minded, arrogant neanderthal that has found his/her way here; in which case, I'm sorry to say, you're probably not even aware of it.)

It's Wednesday Massage day. Thank goodness! Hopefully even an opportunity to address lack of resolution with chiropractor. Then an appointed blood-letting.  Vampires in scrubs in broad daylight. What a gimmick! And I now feel compelled to say...

Hey y'all, I'm going to WalMart today! Anybody want to join me?



Sunday, September 11, 2011

On Humanity and Peace...

On this anniversary of a horrific act of terrorism, I had no intention of writing. The web is all abuzz with people dramatically sharing their experience of 9/11 and the ways that it changed their lives. People need to express themselves, I certainly understand. As I was not directly involved in these events, I do not feel the need to make this day about me. The thousands of people who did directly experience the events of this attack are the ones to whom this day belongs. But I found that I do have something to say that relates to the events of 9/11, and the days that followed. A wish for those involved, and for humanity as a whole. 


I am grateful to not have been personally affected first-hand by the attacks of 9/11. My heart broke for all who suffered that day; for the families that lost loved ones, and for the rescuers who endured so much in their efforts. Today I wish them all peace, and an ease to their pain and suffering. 


To our country, I also wish peace. A tall order, and perhaps never possible as it would require peace in other countries as well. Yes, I wish for world peace. Corny? Maybe. I wish nothing more for every human, every animal, every being, and every molecule of our planet than Peace. Peace in their hearts, peace in their minds, peace in their very existence. For all countries, all humanity, all beings of our world deserve Peace. 
On a global level, it would require a lack of greed and a mutual understanding of, and tolerance for, other cultures. Has this ever existed in mankind? Not that I'm aware of. As far as I know, there has always been someone, driven by whatever arrogance, greed or hatred, determined to conquer and take. I would like to think that in our age of intelligence and communication, we could overcome hatred. I don't know that there is any hope to overcoming greed. I believe that people who are at peace are without hatred and greed. So we're back to that.


The Dalai Lama wrote a piece on 9/11 that I feel very strongly about. He wrote,


"Today, as we mark the tenth anniversary of the September 11th 2001 attacks on New York and Washington DC, let us remember all the innocent lives lost and ponder the continuing impact of that tragic day. September 11th reminds us of the horror we human beings can unleash on ourselves when we allow our human intelligence and powerful technology to be overtaken by hatred.

We need to learn from our painful memories of September 11th and become more aware of the destructive consequences that arise when we give in to feelings of hatred. This tragedy in particular has reinforced my belief that fostering a spirit of peaceful co-existence and mutual understanding among the world’s peoples and faith traditions is an urgent matter of importance to us all. We must therefore make every effort to ensure that our various faith traditions contribute to build a more caring, peaceful world."

The Dalai Lama
September 9, 2011

Peaceful coexistence and mutual understanding. Such simple concepts with such great complications. The achievement of these would change the world. That they have never existed shouldn't preclude the possibility that they could, but it does make it seem quite unlikely. But maybe the effort to at least try to achieve these goals could make a difference.  I believe in that possibility. 


In the days following the 9/11 attacks, I watched from afar as so many did, mourning the loss and suffering. I listened as people called on their faith for comfort and strength, as people reached out in help and support of others, as our country seemed more united, and as other countries reached out to us in concern and support. It was a good thing to experience in the midst of chaos.


I also listened, though, as people spoke out in fear and anger of vengeance and retaliation. I watched as more hatred and more intolerance grew from the pain, fear, and inability to understand. In many instances, it was the same people calling on their faith and calling for vengeance. It was for these things that I mourned also. Knowing that the act of hatred and intolerance that led to these attacks would fuel more hatred and intolerance, and that the cycle would continue. It's not that I don't understand why some people felt/feel that way, but it's sad nonetheless.   Justice was certainly needed for these acts. But there is a difference between justice and vengeance. 


The compassion and unity that bloomed from these events will always be shadowed by the hatred and intolerance that grew as well. For these are the feelings that will always stand in the way of peace. These are the feelings that led to the 9/11 attacks, albeit in extremes. But to let ourselves feed our own hatred and intolerance, and to act on these feelings, brings us steps closer to their mentality and further from achieving peace. 
I wish for America (and the world) to learn from these horrible experiences that we must not cultivate hatred and intolerance. We must not let the acts of others incite us to feelings and actions of hostility, to be like them in any way. 


If that was the time to kill, let this be the time to heal. If that was the time to weep and mourn, let now be the time to laugh and dance. If that was the time for war, let now be the time for peace. No matter where we are from, no matter our faith. Let us peacefully coexist and understand that although we may be different, WE ARE HUMANITY.




Friday, September 9, 2011

Better End of Meh Day...


It's quite obvious from this morning's post that pain makes me cross tetchy irritable bitchy mean less-than-pleasant.  Well, nothing that Aleve, a little mis-communication fun, a lot of puppies & kitties, wine, and a quiet evening can't improve...

To What You Were You Referring When You Said You?
A telephone interlude....

Caller:  Oh! You're the big, new, beautiful one on the corner, right?
 
Me:  (Um)  Yes! Yes, I am! And thank you for noticing!
 
Because, really, why would I let that kind of compliment go by????
I mean, sure, I thought calling me "big" wasn't necessary, but I'm not proud. I'll take it!

Caller:  Every time I drive by I'm tempted to stop!

Me:  Well, you're more than welcome to, any time.

Couldn't be helped.  I was raised to be gracious.
 
Caller:  That would be nice. It just looks so big and roomy! It must be very open and spacious.

Me:  Erm...

Caller:  So if I stop, do you think you could show it all to me?

Me:  I, well, sure...I guess so. Why not?  You know, maybe you could buy me a drink first...

It only seemed fair!


Turns out she was gushing over our business's building. And thank goodness, because the "big", "roomy", and "spacious" comments were beginning to give me a complex!

My Word! How Is It You're No Longer Fashionable?

Really, why do we not use these words more often? They're quite piquant!
  • scoundrel
  • ne'er-do-well
  • guff
  • bamboozled
  • smite
  • verily
  • moxie
  • tomfoolery
  • caddywompas (my dad used this word alot!)
  • twitterpated
  • cockamamie
  • humdinger
I love words. I do not love the dumbing-down of language skills.
Do you have any choice locutions to add?

Friday. Meh...

Not jumping up and down with TGIF spirit today. I made a deal with the devil last week in order to have had a 4-day weekend, so today I have to give up my Friday afternoon off. I am far less enthused about the deal now that I'm on this side of it.

Vapid, sugary-sweet, butt-kissing do-gooder wanna-be's are particularly irksome first thing in the morning, don't you think? Normally, the reading of their drivelling (WTH, Spell Check? Look it up! Geez, you lazy cow.) posts just results in an eye roll. This morning it's incenting (OMG! Really, SC? What good are you if you don't know any words?!) strong violent tendencies.

And since I'm ranting inside of rants, I will be taking a time out to re-visit my beloved Coffee Maker.

That's better. And before I start dropping C-bombs at my Idiot Spell Check, I will share the thing that did make me laugh this morning:  One of my favorite blogs, The Bloggess, had a great post this morning about the effect of her blog on the school work of a sweet young reader named Mariah. Great chuckling resulted. Then I visited young Mariah's blog, and had the best laugh I'll likely have all day. Not only do I totally get this kid and like her thoughts/quotes/pictures, but she had THIS in one of her posts:


That goes to the top of Greatest Signs Ever list.  Mariah, I adore your spirit!

On that note, I wish you good day. (Certainly more than a Meh day!)

Monday, September 5, 2011

September Morn...

It's here. September. Finally.

I know we're like 5 days into it already, but today is the first day it has felt like September. It's the last of my much-needed 4 days off from work, and I got up early anyway because I wanted to experience as much of it as I could. Weird? Maybe. But I figure I can enjoy a nap later.

It was still dark when I got up, and the temp was in the low 60's here. The A/C unit was finally relieved of duty (at least for a while), and I'm sure we could hear an audible groan of relief before it passed into a coma. I opened every window I could, grabbed my cup of coffee, and nestled into my favorite corner of the couch to let it come to me in the early morning silence.

The fresh, cool wind blowing through is like salvation for the soul. It is crisp and clear and fragrant with hope. The air moves over me, with a sensation that is never truly replicated with fans and air conditioners. It's a caress of nature, alive and changing and vibrant. I'm under-dressed for the new chill it carries, but I relish every moment of it. The 'burbs are oh-so-quiet this early on a holiday, and there is peacefulness that is so rare to find here. I can hear the wind moving through the plants and trees, softly rustling and then vigorously gusting, as if shaking off the dust and dread of the summer we've had. The wind chimes on the patio are tinkling in delight.

The bratty cats have even taken the morning off from wrestling and general brattiness to enjoy the change. They move from window to window, sitting on the sills and peering through the screens at the early morning world, longing to go out to explore. Soft little noses are twitching as they scent the flowing air, chuffing at sights and smells of things they want to hunt. They, too, seem to relish the feel of the moving air.

We can hear the odd random leaf skittering along the quiet street. Soon there will be more, as Fall edges in to overcome Summer.  It is undeniably my favorite time of year!

September is the initiation of change, the precursor of the delights of Autumn. You can almost sense the 'click' of the transition locking in. There is much to enjoy and anticipate in this early month:
  • The welcome changes in weather patterns
  • The return of the desire to cook (and eat!)
  • The beauty of changes in plants and trees
  • The enjoyment of outdoor activities
  • Festivals, markets, fairs, and football

It's time to enjoy this day and make the most of it. September, I salute you. Welcome back!

What does September mean to you???

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Up and At 'Em....

It's College Football Opening Day!

Now before you get the idea that I'm a football or sports fanatic, let me assure you I am not.  As little as 4 years ago I barely took notice of sports at all.  My interests in athletics was never in the mainstream. About the only competitions that would stop me while channel-surfing were gymnastics, ice skating, formula and drag racing, and x-games. I am a devout fan of horse racing. And I'm all-in for the Olympics. But having merged my life with a sports lover and football fanatic, it was inevitable that I would, indeed, at least take notice of the mainstream team sports. Observation, even though usually peering over my laptop while trying to do schoolwork, soon led to enthusiasm. So I will now say that I am a Sports Enthusiast. This means, to me, that I enjoy the games of a select few teams that I've become attached to, and will even get rabidly enthusiastic about them. I do not even try to keep on top of all the stats and comings & goings of other teams - if they're not currently opposing "my" teams, they pretty much don't exist to me. Let's be real here, there's only so much data my brain cell can juggle.

My first enthusiasm was for baseball. Specifically, the Texas Rangers. The first game I ever went to was one of theirs, and I look forward to going as often as we are able to.  They really are a fun, great team. They still play the game with enthusiasm and playfulness, none of the guys have a "one-man-show" attitude, and they love their fans. When they made it to the World Series last year, we were in hog heaven! And ask any Rangers fan, the fact that they beat the Yankees in the ALCS was every bit as satisfying as winning the World Series would have been. The Yankees being the over-hyped douchebags of MLB.

Football, specifically NFL games, are sort of a love-hate thing with me. In our home, it's all about the Cowboys. And I'm sure that devotion was well-earned in the past. However, I was not an enthusiast in the glorified past, and there's not been a lot of glory in my few years of observation, so I have not yet jumped on the die-hard Cowboys fan bandwagon. I watch. I hope. I cheer, applaud, sit on the edge of my seat, and curse (at them and for them). I even started a tradition of making chicken wings for game day, for crying out loud! But I can not completely worship their star just because of their team name and history. For the most part, there are way too many all-about-me players who think they are THE superstar while there is still far too little even-remotely-professional performance happening. Last year they behaved like a bunch of over-paid prima donnas. So before this blog becomes all about them (my ire can become extremely well-focused), I will say that this season has not truly started yet, and I will keep an open mind with as little pre-judgment as possible.

This blog is about today. And today, chickens, is opening day of College Football. And today is when I get to have a bit of Fun-With-Sports in my house. You see, Himself is, absolutely IS, a die hard Texas Longhorns fan. To the core, to the blood, to the bone. Burnt orange through and through. I'm surprised he's not up and watching the damn new Longhorn Network already! I, however, am of a somewhat different bent here. And anytime my bent is different, you can bet my competitive, ornery, bratty nature will want to have some fun.

You see, heretofore I've only been what can best be described as an appreciator of the passion of others. Any affiliation tendencies I had were somewhat relative to the peoples in my life. And both of my affiliation tendencies are diametrically opposed to those of a Longhorn fan. (I can't even write this paragraph without wicked cackling in my head!) Before entering this life-merge I was an enthusiast of  the Texas A&M Aggies, and Alabama's Crimson Tide. Maniacal laughing at this point is expected.

The Aggies seeped into my blood because I lived for 15 years in a small town near College Station, where everything, everywhere is Aggies. No matter that they've been by no means the even almost-best of their division, Aggie fan-dom is a force unlike any other. I have lived amongst these people, worked with them and for them, count some of them as my dearest friends; and they are, hands-down, some of the truly best Good People I believe you'll ever find in the world. So it was absolutely impossible to not develop an affinity to their institution, and an inherent enthusiasm for their sports. This has been a source of amusement to Himself, looking down his Longhorn nose at Aggies and all their mania.

Alabama's Crimson Tide - that's a genetic thing. My father was from Alabama, and for whatever reason that I have yet to truly understand, I've always felt that I am more 'from there' than Texas. My father was a fan of the Tide. Probably that alone was enough to make me a fan. I'm a Daddy's Girl - will never try to deny it. If he said something was good, then it was. Period. So I've always been prejudiced to them whenever they were noted in my peripheral vision. But the thing is, Alabama really IS good. So good, in fact, that in 2009 they went to head-to-head (as No.1) with Texas (No.2) in the BCS national title game. That's when things got a little more interesting in our house. Lines had to be drawn. Sides had to be chosen. Colors had to be worn.

Mine were crimson and white. Alabama won, 37 - 21.

So began the fun rivalry in our home. Last year neither of our big teams did great. In the final BCS standings for 2010, Alabama was 16th, Texas A&M was 17th, and Texas wasn't even in the Top 25. (http://www.bcsfootball.org/)

Today, the AP College Football Preseason Poll has Alabama at No. 2 (behind Oklahoma. yuck.) and Texas A&M at No. 8. Texas isn't even in the Top 25. (http://espn.go.com/college-football/rankings) Bless their hearts.

So this morning I am up and at 'em! In full-on Instigator Mode. I've been taunting on Facebook (facebook.com/lisa.amerson), Tweet'ing my stance (twitter.com/lra0403), and have now even blogged football, for crying out loud! I can't wait for Himself to get up and see what I've been up to! (How the hell does he sleep this late anyway?!)  I've been having so much fun that I've barely had one cup of coffee, and haven't even eaten yet!

So if you'll excuse me, there is a gloriously crimson and white stadium on TV (Alabama's already scored 13 to whoever's nothing yet in the first 7 minutes!) and I need to get my Tide shirt on. I sure hope I don't make too much noise getting it out of the closet and wake anyone....

!!! ROLL TIDE ROLL !!!