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| Continued...sorta... |
| 02.27.05 (5:38 pm) [edit] |
I will continue the last blog when I get it straight in my head exactly what I want to say. Ms. AT BAT (may I call you BROAD?) has gotten back to me and kindly linked back so you may all catch up that way.
I know what I wish to say, just to clarify... I guess now, after readng more, and again... I 'm not quite so sure I still want to say it.
I wonder at the 'right' of me, someone who has no personal experience with regard to the loss of a loved one at the hands of domestic violence to voice an opinion. However, I am a survivor of domestic violence, and did experience an episode where I wondered at the likelihood of escaping with my life.
What I'm trying to say, is due to actions of my own, decisions *I* made, paths I chose to follow I put others in the position of watching me survive something horrible. Of wondering if I would survive, or would become a statistic that sadly is all too well known to many. One friend took the step of telling me after a bad scene at her home, that I chose to continue being there, in that relationship, she and I could no longer be friends because she loved me to much to watch. I still chose to stay, for another 2 years after that.
Don't take that to mean that I deserved anything I got. Nor that my ex husband had any sort of right, moral, legal or otherwise to do what he did to me. But I *chose* to be there. If I had a nickel for everytime someone has said to me, "wow, first punch and I'd have been out of there..." Well ya know what? ME FREAKING TOO. IF it had started with a punch. It didn't. It started with me trusting someone, someone who said they cared, that no secret I told them could be bad and that they'd keep it for me. It started with that person having such insecurities of his own, that he simply had to use mine against me. To tell me in many little ways over and over, why I was so lucky to have found him, since no one else ever would. Why my thoughts of my own inadequacy were so on the money... because well he had his own, and that's how we get to feeling better about ourselves if we've never learned how, by putting someone else lower than ourselves. That's how it starts... and we rationalize it. We accept their reasoning that we somehow, due to a lack of something, or an overabundance of something else somehow deserved the little slap. Or the punch to the eye. Or stomach, or even the knife to the stomach that I left under.
Anyway... from the sounds of Broad at Bat's new post on things, there wasn't that sort of history... and what happened between those two people died with them that night. As for SpecialK's connection with someone.
Well...that's where we came in, wasn't it... I just find myself still wondering what it is about us as human beings, when we can justify the actions of someone because we interacted with them on a daily basis. IE he was our mailman and was the nicest guy... honey.. how do you know he didn't kick every other dog down the street? Rather disjointed I guess... which is why I'm quitting for now. I'll revisit this another time.
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| It truly is about who you know... |
| 02.26.05 (12:15 pm) [edit] |
One of my very favourite reads SpecialK has one of those posts that just sticks with you. After reading it, this is the comment I quickly jotted:
K...
Hard to know what to say at a time like this. You have your own memories and takes on what may or may not have happened, so please don't think me illmannered or uncaring when I address another part of this story's message to me.
Your first response to the story was righteous indignation at the neighbour and fry the murderer. Why is it now different because you knew him? (rhetorical question, not intended to put you on the spot in any way). I would imagine that Anne Rule has days (see A Stranger Beside Me about Ted Bundy) ...every murderer, wife abuser, scorned woman who takes her revenge is a good person, on some level, to someone. Doesn't absolve them of the consequence of their action.
Huh, this is turning into a post rather than a comment and I think I'll continue it on my blog
Why do we absolve someone of a crime because we know them? I have family members who routinely break traffic laws, ie speeding. I have friends who show a decided lack of respect for certain laws (and they can make a very good stand for the laws being stupid and illconceived, but you know... the law of the land is still the law). I turn a blind eye (and sometimes a white knuckle) to these actions because I know them, just as many others do) Granted none of these laws involve taking away someone's life. But still...
There's always the obligatory neighbour/standerby witness that didn't do anything.
There's always the character witnesses who tell us what a great guy/gal this person was, coaching little league, shoveling walks for the elderly or some such incredible humane and public service.
Does that take away the lifelong hole in some grandmother's heart? Or a father who has had to stand stoic as his daughter's body is lowered into the ground, taken from him forever by hand of someone who professed to love her?
... to be continued, once I get a response from a blogger I wish to link to.
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| I'm done with the common cold, and on to the uncommon one. |
| 02.17.05 (10:07 pm) [edit] |
• The common cold is actually any of over 300 different viruses. Each one of them, like the chicken pox, can only be caught once in a lifetime.
Gullible.info
Okay, if this is true... then I'm an anomaly of science, because I'm pretty sure I've had a cold more than 300 times in the last decade let alone my entire life ;) So I'm special :) I guess... and my colds aren't common anymore... now why doesn't that make me feel better? I should know, right, it's my nose that's running... so it must be a cold.
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| Men scare me.... |
| 02.15.05 (11:05 am) [edit] |
Well, okay, not really men... but how they sometimes think and how that differs from how I think does. Lately we've been watching more of the Red Green Show, a great take off (oh, God I hope it's a take off) of men and duct tape and a hunting lodge off somewhere in Ontario. What differentiates it from the men are stupid women are superior shows of late for me, is the fact that it's all men :), and they are gently poking fun at the things that seem rather normal to them but have the rest of us (read mostly women but more than a few men too) wondering why the hell?
I often just read jokes and cute stories that come to me via email rather than forwarding them across the ether and room to my hubby. So one about cleaning out an outhouse hole with two sticks of dynamite crosses my desktop and I turn to read it to him. What worries me, is when in the middle of the joke it's being explained that by using one with a long fuse and one with a short fuse the outhouse will shoot in the air and the poop will be spread around, before the outhouse comes back down. Cute theory...? to which my darling hubby says: Yeah...
Um... yeah!?...what the hell do you mean yeah? How can that possibly be an idea that makes sense in your brain?
See... scarey... :) But fun to keep trying to make it make sense... And you know what... some of those duct tape things on Red Green don't look so stupid, if you take away the hyperbole that's been applied for humour's sake.
EEPS... d'ya think that means I'm being converted?
And what does it mean that I think that'd not be that bad of a thing? To be able to think like a man...
This needs to be mulled over a bit more. I think maybe I'll go rent DuctTape Forever this afternoon and hubby and I can talk it over while watching it.
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| My kids: blogfodder |
| 02.14.05 (7:06 pm) [edit] |
Tonight on Corner Gas one of the characters (not known for being the most logical of people) was stymied by this old riddle: If a plane crashes on the border between Alberta and Saskatchewan, where do you bury the survivors?
Hubby and I were chuckling about it, and of course the kids got into the act. #4 took a bit of time and had to be talked through the logic of what each word meant, but did get the whole survivors are alive and therefore not buried deal fairly quickly.
As always when we give her puzzles or things to puzzle out, she wanted more. So dad hauled out another. If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, did it make a sound?
#4 works her way through the puzzle, while #5 works her way through some ham and beans. After we talk it over and point out that sound is an interruption of air, but is it really sound unless an eardrum *hears* it, #5 finally hasn't got a mouthful of food. She terminates the discussion with "I heard it!"
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| Life together... |
| 02.13.05 (4:56 pm) [edit] |
There are little shortcuts that become part of your daily routine when you live with someone for a time (15 years *this time* in my case).
Some are mere rituals of being together, like saying love you or see you instead of goodbye during a phone call; while others are little injokes, like his looking at me after answering absentmindedly to something and finding me staring at him in amazement...and saying "Wrong answer?"
The punch line to jokes, taglines from movies or funny stories about our family members or friends are also common... Such as "patience, jack-ass, patience..."; "shoulda brought the flowers...", "I'm too old for this shit...", and "the thought isn't counting anymore..." are among our favourites.
Laughing together and being *able* to laugh together is probably the greatest gift you can give someone who shares your life. Despite all these dating guidelines, and advice columns, how-to books and Cosmo quizzes, if you don't find the same things funny...or see the humour from the same POV you'll have a harder road ahead of you. Laughter doesn't smooth out the bumps, but it can make hitting the ceiling a little less harsh, particularly if you've someone to share it with.
But then there's the things you wonder about too. :) Like the other day when I'm in the shower and holler for hubby. He pokes his head in past the shower curtain (on the business end ??? why do men do that?) and I ask him to get me a razor so I can shave my legs and he brings me two... now what exactly do I make of that? Is he trying to tell me something? :o.O:
You get to see a lot of a person in 15 years, not always good stuff either. You're there for ulcer attacks, busted bones, depression, childbirth, pregnancy, miscarriages, various stomach flus, hangovers, sinus headaches and chinook head. High points and low... all together they make a relationship work.
Do I miss the rush of adrenaline at seeing him at my door. Not really... 6 weeks on the highway will tend to make a homecoming almost like a first date. But now and again I think that Valentine's Day isn't just a Hallmark holiday and a bouquet of flowers would be nice.
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| well finally :) |
| 02.10.05 (9:27 am) [edit] |
You're an Innocent Unicorn! Innocent Unicorns are very pure and good. They are the rarest of types and sadly, are being hunted. Thats because an Innocent Unicorn horn once removed from the head, is worth alot of money, and if left in holy water for a day, will turn into diamond. Young Innocent Unicorns always stay close to their mothers, and always will stand by there side even when they grow. Innocent Unicorns are said to be the friends of angels and can dance on moonbeams. Innocent unicorns represnt virginty, goodness, pureness, and love. They always value friendship, and family, and are facinated by humans. Innocent unicorns are shy, but if friends with someone, it's a friendship to the end.
What kind of Unicorn are you? (With beautiful pictures)
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| A sense of humour? No way... |
| 02.08.05 (12:50 pm) [edit] |
"To ensure a conflict-free installation all Internet Explorer windows need to be closed. It also wouldn't hurt to play soothing music in the background."
Quoted from the installation process for the Google Toolbar.
Um... when did Microsoft, AOL and such get a sense of humour?
Man, use Mozilla ( www.mozilla.org ) for a year or two and look what happens, the big boys turn human.
I'm sure it's a temporary aberration and all will be normal soon. It's probably a marketing scheme.. (ya think) I mean can't you just see the PTBs sitting around the board room one day, talking about the bucks they make and how they never get any time off to spend them.
And one of them says... "you know, there's all these jokes (remember the AnyKey folks? you used to be able to get Homer's voice saying Where's the Any Key?) about computers and how hard they are to use and how little kids can do it but adults can't so I know... let's poke gentle humour at them while they use our products."
Another one pipes up "just think how human that'll make us, how approachable. It certainly worked for the vcr..."
A third, the shining star of them all says, "Oh and then when someone brings it up, we can say we hired all those comics to make up all those jokes and we'll win the (insert marketing award of the year here) this year for all the advance planning we did to set up the advertising campaign."
:roll:
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| Crotchety? not me... (really) |
| 02.04.05 (8:30 pm) [edit] |
I've been reading back and realize I sound like a crotchety old woman bemoaning the loss of the good old days. Hey, I'll claim old (especially this week with my knee acting the way it has been.) and I'll even claim cranky but that's at the lack of common sense I see around me of late, as much as a lack of wonderment with the world today. I do admit that I miss the days of my youth. :) I don't dislike the present however.
Before I go much further, I have to say that I love technology and am adding a thinkgeek link (check it out...cool stuff maynard...)to the pages cause I love the gadgetry. I mean, after all, here I am with my very own ego page :). My 8 year old daughter even has one too. See the Looking Up link top left corner.
My world has become incredibly small. I have long time online friends all over this globe. It's made me aware of the political climate of a lot of places I hadn't even heard of before I got online. I pay attention to weather reports and worry a little till I hear from whomever is in the area of concern. Most of my friends are considerate in that way. They know that people around the world know where they live and contact the various lists I belong to to let everyone know they are okay. It's stirred an old longing within me to travel. Of course it would require the lottery ticket I bought today to pay off, and pay off big, but a world trip visiting friends would be as good a way as any to waste the dough on, and much better than some.
So with this rather long winded lead in here's a rather open ended dream itinerary of my lottery financed world tour.
First I'd travel close to home, visiting a friend or two in Toronto, Ontario, with a stop in Chicago to visit a lion buddy. After a side trip to Prince Edward Island, to indulge a life long Anne addiction, I'd head down the eastern seaboard,visiting various Boxerbrats and their people before stopping in NYC to visit another lion buddy. I'd have to head to Savannah to meet up with a blogger I read, and over to Atlanta to indulge a Scarlett fixation. After that Louisiana, New Orleans to be exact to visit a dj spiritwars buddy and check out the French Quarter and the ghost walks. Across to Texas to visit a wolf and his mate, complete with cubs and up to San Diego to see a couple of knitting friends. Over to LA just because I didn't get to Universal Studios when I was there before and then off to the next continent.
Strangely enough, I don't have that many friends in the UK and Europe but there is the odd one, and if I'm travelling around the world, I'm going to Europe, I don't really care that it's not within the theme of the trip, y'know. So Europe it is, with stops in Venice, Berlin, Florence, Rome, Greece and oh, what the heck, Crete. A little backtracking now, jetsetter don'tyaknow. I'd love to drop in on my favourite author, but will settle for a little stalking and drive by her home. On my horse drawn dray trip across Southern Ireland. A quick trip to satisfy my curiousity across to Blackpool and across to Scotland for some hiking in the highlands, and we're done in this portion of the world.
Next up, the continent of Africa. Sometime between seeing every possible wild area left I would visit my dear friend in Johannesburg. From there it's skip skip skip across the ocean to Singapore to visit one of my very oldest online friends and her new husband. Strange to think that #4 was a toddler when I met Shaz and her sister Kristy at the airport when they had a layover in our city, and here she is 8 coming 9 and Shaz is all married and stuff now. Wow...
From there to Australia for a number of long term buddy visits. Most of the people I met at first were from the wonderland of OZ and New Zealand. Many visits here, to online friends and snail mail penpals not to mention a niece who has defected er.. moved to Australia. A while in the sun and then it would be back here to good old home. Well since I'd be rich, it's be to a good old home on the range, on my new horse ranch.
You know, I really hold no serious hope of ever winning the *big* one. But when I do buy a ticket, I don't really just buy a chance on a million dollars. I buy all this daydreaming time of how I'd spend it, where I'd spend it and what wonderful gifts I'd give to my friends and the people I've a list of who have been unnecessarily kind to me over the years, but that another post.
I just want you all to know I am not cranky.
:)
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