Category Archives: Personal

Hey, Look! A Change!

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Except, you know, not really.

I am talking about, of course, the new Pope. Pope Francis I.

There being a new Pope is about a meaningful for me as who the President of Latvia is, but it was still interesting to watch it happen. Just as it was in 2005.

What has me chortling is the cries of ‘but he’s against abortion!’

‘He won’t approve condoms and save millions of African lives!’

‘He won’t approve gay marriage!’

No shit Sherlock.

No matter his background or how ‘liberal’ he may appear or that he’s a Jesuit? He’s still the leader of the Catholic church.

And there are certain things that will never change within that organization.

Don’t kid yourself they ever will.

The Times? They Don’t Change At All.

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So I was thinking more on how I don’t think things change, no matter who is in power, or how things change and then go straight back when the ‘other guys’ get in power.

And I can hear a voice in the back of my head saying ‘what about gay rights and feminism and racial relations?’

Well, what about them?

It’s been 44 years since the Stonewall Riots in New York began the gay rights movement. A number I can easily remember as it is the same year I was born, 1969. And we are still fighting for gay rights. Right to marry. To adopt. To just have the same rights as someone who is born with the ability and desire to love the opposite rather than the same sex.

And feminism. It’s been about 50 years since that started. Do women get equal pay? How many female members of Congress are there? Members of Parliament? CEOs? Presidents of the United States  have there been?

Race? It was 1955 when Rosa Parks refused to sit in the back of that bus. Has Dr King’s dream come true? Do ‘…all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics,…’ ‘…join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”‘

Do they?

Or did I have to find an alternate route to my son’s school on Monday because the road was closed due to a Security Alert triggered by a suspicious package on a railway bridge between our house and his school?

So don’t tell me change happens or stays or keeps. Don’t tell me, as I read in an article where New York Irish Pub owners defended the name of a drink called an Irish Car Bomb because ‘the troubles were so long ago, they are practically forgotten’, that the world is better or safer or evener or equalier than it was before.

Tell it to the gang rape victim in Delhi. Or the teenager who was raped by footballers, where that the whole town tried to cover it up in the US.

The world is unequal and uneven and unfair. And how will we know it no longer is?

People won’t know or need the term ‘White Privilege.’ We won ‘t need International Women’s Day. We won’t need Gay Pride. Or Black Pride Month. Or a million other things that we need to do, and do loudly, to be heard.

It’s been half a century since most of this stuff started.

When is going to end?

Be The Change, Not The Whinging About the Need For Change

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I am so so tired of the whinging.

All over FB and MN and Twitter and probably Google+ and every where else.

They are destroying our NHS. They are taking away our benefits. They are lying about social security, benefits users, my next door neighbour, their own policies.

Well, what are you doing about it, other than bitching on Social Media? Have you signed a petition? Gone to a protest? Written your MP/Congress Person?

Or are you sitting behind your computer whinging on the internet hoping someone else is going to be the change?

What am I doing? Not a blessed thing. Why? Because I honestly think it does no good. This government will pass things (both US and UK). The next government will pass things to put things back the way they were before the last government passed things. And vice versa. Over and over again, until the end of the earth. Everything resets back to zero at some point. It always has and it always will.

So I am not being the change. But I am also not whinging about the change. Or only rarely and briefly.

Also, I have no electoral voice in the UK and never will. And I have no local electoral voice in the US, even though I am registered to vote in California. As a US Citizen who has declared they will never return to the US, my voting power is limited. I am allowed to vote for Senators and Congressmen. I am not allowed to vote for State Senators or Congressmen or whatever they have in California. Quite right too.

But honestly, the rest of you are exhausting. Either shut up or put up.

Be the change or stop whinging about the need for change.

Or tell me to fuck off.

Your choice.

You May Have Notice A Change…

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If you read my last 9 posts you’ll notice something. There are no tags.

Why? Because tagging stopped working sometime around 9 posts ago. Sometime between WordPress 3.5.whatever and Arunja (my theme) 1.5.something, tags went bye bye.

So I gave up trying to fix it today and switched to this other theme. It’s a nice clean easy theme. And I’ll be changing everything again soon anyway since I’m doing a custom one.

So enjoy the clean theme.

Or not. You’re choice.

Hearing What They Are Saying, Not What You Think They Are Saying

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As I was doing my usual Sunday clean of my kitchen yesterday I flashed back to a conversation I had with my step-dad when he was here last.

He said “I moved the dish drainer and cleaned under it for you.”

What I heard “Because it’s obvious you never do and it was gross.”

What he meant “To help you out so you didn’t have to do it at some later point, especially with the extra dishes being washed with Mom and I here.” (We don’t have a dishwasher.)

It took me probably a month or two to realize I had heard one thing and he had meant another. At the time? I got defensive. “Well, I do clean it every week!” I protested. His reply? “Well, now you can clean it a few days later.”

Even his additional comment didn’t register with me as non-critical but informative and helpful.

How often do we all do that? Do we hear something someone has said to us and missed the “I’m helping message” in our own internal dialogue?

I know I do it all the time. Not just with my step-dad, although doing that goes way back in our relationship for a variety of reasons, but with my mom (that one goes back oh, about 44 years), my husband, even my son sometimes.

So I am working on becoming more aware of it. So I can change the “But I…” words to “Thanks for the help!”

So thanks for the help, Step-Dad! 😀 (Better late than never…I hope.)

Fever – Day 5

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Yes, you read that right. Adam has had a fever of various levels since Monday. As has most of his class and after school care. Simon wants to know why it’s not on the news. I said because it’s so common as to be un-newsworthy.

Now I’m having a fibro flare, a cold, a cough and perhaps a touch of D&V, at least the D part.

I also did over 10 hours of work this week. With Adam at home and then dragged to my client’s office to transfer files.

Simon said he’d be home around 2 today. I’ll be going to bed at the point.

I may get up in time for the school run on Monday.

 

Why I am not blogging

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because I’m tired, ill and sore.

Because I’m sick of writing about being tired, ill and sore in greater than 140 characters.

So if you want to read what I have to say, follow my Twitter, @tee2072.

I’m sure I’ll be back to the blog at some point. Maybe if something interesting happens that doesn’t involve being tired and ill and sore.

Like a miracle that cures me.

 

Some Day I’ll Realize

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that I really can’t keep going and going and going and going. Because I’ll end up in tears sitting on the step stool in the kitchen with my son sobbing as well as Daddy walks in the door from work.

And then I’ll need to take a taxi the next day for school pick up and to get Adam home.

And I’ll get nothing accomplished during my Adam free time except eating too much chocolate, drinking too much coffee and reading MN (you can never read too much MN).

No more long wanders through City Centre on days that I am picking up and dropping off Adam from school/day care. I probably walked 10 miles yesterday between the school run and shopping.

And I paid for it last night and I’m paying for it today.

So instead of working on the new website or folding the laundry or uploading stuff to Mumsnet Belfast I’m sitting here.

Eating too much chocolate and drinking too much coffee.

And the taxi back to school is booked.

My Newest Acquisition

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So my lovely parents in laws gave me a voucher to Debenham’s for Christmas. Today I set off to spend it.

As has been recently discussed on Facebook, us mummies have a hard time spending money on ourselves. Even a gift card tends to be used for school shoes or sports equipment or a new pot to cook in. Our families always come first.

But I was bound and determined to spend my voucher on me. And realized the one thing I really wanted was a tea pot. A proper put tea bags or leaves in and let it steep and drink it properly tea pot.

And so I found one:

Tea tastes better from a pot. Even into a mug.

I adore this pot with an unholy love. Nearly as much as I love my husband and son, who will never be allowed to touch it. 😀

Actually, that’s not true. This is a Denby pot, from their Halo range. I love the whole range and would buy it if I had the money. Since it’s Denby, it’s dishwasher, oven, freezer and stove top safe. So Simon may be allowed to wash it. If he’s very very careful. He may even be allowed to drink tea out of it. If he ever drank tea.

So that’s my new acquisition  It looks like it’s for the family, except, really, no one else in the family drinks tea. 😀

Why I Really Want To Go Home

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So we are heading off to Berkeley in July for 2 weeks.

My family think I’m dying to see them. Oh how wrong they are. 😀

Okay, I am, but I also have a long, and getting longer, list of things I really, really need to do while there: –

  • Shop at Target. Twice.
  • Eat my weight in summer fruit.
  • Ditto vegetables.
  • California Pizza Kitchen.
  • Black Angus Steak House.
  • Cold Stone Creamery.

I’m sensing a theme here

  • Shop at a real mall.
  • Eat real Chinese.
  • Peets!!!! (I almost forgot! My brother will faint.)
  • Applebees.
  • Real bagels. Well, more real than Tesco’s own. Sort of.
  • Fuddruckers

Okay, mostly food related. But it really is the stuff I miss as much as I miss my family. My food.

Five months to go.