Last year, the first page of my everything-notebook had the address of the Matson port I was supposed to get my car from, Evan and Jenny’s address, my first KoKo Marina Starbucks schedule and a list of natural food stores in the area.
The year before, I was obviously looking for a job. The Mommy’s information is listed, as well as some other nanny prospectives, a couple of Starbucks manager numbers, then my first schedule with The Artist. I also have this quote, “God was so specific in the Old Testament about what the Jews were to do to please Him. He was extra specific about sacrifices that were intended to save. This is an obvious “do this to be saved” command like baptism is today.” Lev. 1:4 (Disclaimer – I currently have no idea what Lev. 1:4 says or if it pertains at all to the quote. But I assume it does.)
This year, the first page of my little notebook has a list of works in progress. But, that doesn’t count, so here’s what the next page leads off with. Perhaps setting the tone for the year? …
On CNN.com, an article is titled “Who pays for the $8 trillion bailout?” and my immediate response was, “Um, nobody. It’s printed.”
I balked at the following statement by Mark Vitner, a Wachovia economist, “While it seems like quite a lot, we don’t really need to focus on the cost due to the depth of the recession.” [emphasis added]
This is the world we live in. I am appalled.
And then, my sky gets a little brighter…
An 8-year old girl was found by police on her roof after her mother reported her missing. Mother said they argued about cleaning her room. Whatever, what I’m surprized about is how many people commented with the phrase, “Whoop her butt!” and others “I’d wear her out so bad she couldn’t sit for a week!” One even commented, though I’m sure in jest, that the girl was lucky not to be her own child because she’d be up on eBay so fast, she wouldn’t know what to think. I thought America didn’t spank. Looks like they do!
But, then there’s this…
I was asked to review a non-profit organization on diversity, and outline the benefits. Here’s what I think: diversity groups are a waste of time. Maybe I’m ahead of my time? Maybe I don’t see the need for diversity groups because it’s not an issue for me? (Of course, my past-life friends would scoff as they think I lock my car doors when Mexicans walk by.) I think that, in America, we shouldn’t have to be trained on how to better deal with diversity. Diversity needs to learn how to better blend in.
Yeah, I said it.
I’m not looking to, or accepting of, Spanish and English signs on my door. Now that, even to me, sounds a bit harsh (on the surface). But there is a place in the world for every person. You want to speak French, go to France. Italian? Go to Italy. Speak English and have a queen? England is for you.
Maybe by my own diverse nature, I’m simply unprepared to be prepared to accept the diversity of the homosexual lifestyle. Accept that, diversity scholars! Maybe I don’t want to attend a seminar for empowered women. To me, diversity groups are like self-help (which is a complete misnomer). Help yourself!
Diversity groups only further separate people (by their very name!) and foster racism and prejudice. It keeps differences in the forefront of everyone’s mind. “Here, you’re red? Stand over there with the other reds, and in a minute, we’ll instruct you on how to properly interact with the greens.”
Though, I’m probably the kind of person an employer would force to sit through a meeting. Like AA. But, hey, I don’t have a drinking problem. (Wait, that sounds off.)
This particular organization recognizes businesses who have a track record of promoting political correctness, “multiple perspectives”, have a “breadth of perspectives” that “reflect flexibility” and the “ability to transcend narrow experiences and issues.”
This is… well, not my worst nightmare, but certainly one I don’t want creeping into my head late at night. Ugly Betty, anyone? Colleges that deny entrance because they haven’t met their “black” quota yet?
Nonsense.
Needless to say, if my company joins, I will not be the spokesperson sent to represent. I’m just not representin’ that brainwashed garbage.
To those who actually read my blog, I think it’s pretty obvious to you that I can’t really blog about one thing. My posts are scattered and random. It’s a lot of information thrown around at once. That’s kind of my life.
I think that’s kind of a woman’s life, yeah? Like a shoot-off of dove-tailing.
Since my bff’s are getting hitched this weekend, I’ll save my wedding hate-fest for, um, after that. Not that they’ll have time to read my blog before the wedding. Not that my opinion will change the wedding in any form or fashion. Not that I hate marriage (because I don’t). Let’s just say, if I ever have a wedding, very few people will be invited (Please, don’t look sad, you could probably guess the gist of what’s going on anyway). But you’re all invited to the cookout afterwards!
So, Robyn. Remember that Sweedish chick from around the time of Britney Spears who sang a couple of songs and disappeared? She’s back. Now she’s like the cross between Britney and Pink that Pink refused to be, and that we all secretly wanted but will never admit. (Maybe she’s not like that cross. I’m really bad a labeling music. But I have the best taste, so.)
Today was not a bad day. I woke up too early, like always, and was hit with non-holiday traffic, like always. But I found out the (…um, I don’t know how to describe him that won’t sound condescending, and that’s what keeps me from talking about him, but he often incites an amused smile to cross my face) young guy at my office is reading Twilight. I offered to let him borrow the second book, but he’d already found his preferred soft-cover version. And, the tech guy came in at 10, didn’t leave til 4, and sat at my desk the whole time. I puttered around the office doing what I could for as long as I could, but I still got to read Eclipse for a good long time.
I love that Edward.
My resolutions:
1) Stop sleeping and get some artwork done (maybe be flexible about the sleep)
2) Get my stuff on Etsy.com
3) Find a way to be warm without wearing 3 layers (probably not reasonable, but temperature severely affects my mood)
4) After 3 years of having the car, figure out how the maintenance manual works and stick to it
5) Strengthen my legs, because the last time I went snow skiing, it was a disaster, and I would love to ski this year
I think those are pretty attainable! I have a whole year to do those things. I really wish I could find a solution to 3. And I don’t really have a lot of time for 5 (or really 1) so maybe working at the farm on weekends will help me. Then Mom can’t complain that I’m there instead of in the city, driving around at 3am with a stranger, right? It would be nice if they had desks at treadmills in my office like in some of those other places.
My parents came to the city house today. It was so nice to come home and know people would be there. We stayed forever after church tonight. Too long in accordance with my bed time. But here I am at midnight, an hour and a half later than normal. I better get used to it, it’s Resolution #1!
ps. I heard Larry got on a conference call with Edwin Vieira and was stoked. Awesome! I’d love to hear about that. And way to go Casey with that book store thing! (I don’t really know what it is… a radio program and people asking about Edwin?) Edwin might should be President.
It’s hard to believe that with people like this in my life, I’m… um, doing nothing. I should get myself together. And, er, something about a testament to parents and not having everything handed to you, and college, and drive, and whatever else goes there.
Crash & Burn Girl by Robyn