So, I was on the train this morning and this lady kept telling her 5 (maybe 6) year old "turn your ass around and sit straight in your seat". I mean she KEPT SAYING IT OVER AND OVER loud enough for everyone to hear. The child kept trying to lean her head on the window to sleep. She just seemed sleepy and tired, and apparently wanted to rest her head on the window (or so it seemed).
Now, I didn't really care for the way the woman was talking to the little girl, especially with the curse word. But additionally, each time she said it, she jerked the child around to physically force her to turn as she had instructed her. However, what really got under my skin and actually caused me to jump and become quite startled was when she yanked the child so hard that the force of it caused the little girl to hit her head on the window (with a very audible BUMP) because of the way she bounced back from the jerk. Nobody around said or did anything, even though I'm sure it must have been disturbing to people on the train other than myself (at least I think).....The interesting thing is, the little girl was obviously hurt and as she kind of turned and looked at me from the side, with her head down a little bit, the look in her eyes indicated that she was suffering a bit from all the aggravation the woman was putting on her, but she didn't cry or say anything. I looked into the little girl's eyes trying to figure out what to do. Her eyes seemed to show wounded feelings, but I still wasn't sure if she looked like she needed "help??" (if that makes sense).
The questions I had for myself in looking at the situation was, "is this child being stubborn and disobedient and the mother (or whoever she was), is simply intent on insisting that she obey?" or "is this woman just angry about something, out of her mind and taking it out on the little girl?" I mean I really struggled as I continued to watch the situation and progress towards my stop. "Should I say something to this woman?" "If I do say something, will it make it worse for the little girl?" I mean it's not like child services was right there on the train or within calling distance....How could I really help? I felt awful.
It was really a hard one to figure out. I mean I have two children of my own, and I have actually been in that situation where I was dealing with a bit of "knucklehead behavior" from my own children on different occasions (and no matter who was watching), I implemented disciplinary measures because it needed to happen. As I've lived a little longer, I too have actually found myself using a few "choice vocabulary words" with my children when I was annoyed enough that earlier on in life, I might not have used....AND In fact, if someone had said something to me during those times of GREAT ANNOYANCE with my children, without knowing the entire situation, I might have laid into them a bit too. So, I definitely know how that can be. I continued to observe the little girl; she was dressed cute with a little cute animal hat, and she didn't seem to be really suffering otherwise (or so it seemed). However, the cursing seemed extreme, especially for a child of that age, and the roughness was unsettling to see. But what really concerned me was that NOBODY SAID OR DID ANYTHING......and the truth is, neither did I.
I have to admit, felt a bit helpless about what decision to make, because it just isn't something that I see everyday, and I felt a bit at odds on what the right move would be. So, as I got off the train, looked back and heard the woman say, YET AGAIN, "turn your ass around and sit straight in your seat", I just said a silent, most earnest prayer for that little one.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Friday, August 31, 2012
When It Comes to Paying Attention: You've Got to "Clock In!"
Paying attention to EVERYTHING has become QUITE the second job.
Soooo…. I went into the cafeteria where I normally get my lunch at work, and I was paying for my food when the cashier realized she didn’t have the change in her drawer to give to me. First she asked me if I had .36 so that she could just give me a whole dollar. Well, I didn’t, so then she started talking to the cashier behind her about needing change, trying to figure out how to get her change quickly. Finally, she asked the cashier to give her quarters for her roll. When she turned back to me she counted out 1.85 and handed that to me. I took it, stared it at for a long moment (trying to figure out in my head, why it didn’t look right). Then it dawned on me, I GAVE HER A $20 bill, she hadn’t given me the correct change. So, I said, “Oh, I gave you twenty dollars”. She said, “No, you gave me $10.” I said “Nooooo, I gave you a Twenty.” She said again, with her strong Ethiopian accent , “I’m SURE you gave me a $10, I said (with a stern face and without flinching, looking her directly in the eyes), “No, as a matter of fact, without a doubt, I most definitely gave you a TWENTY.”
Her drawer was still open, so she started shuffling through her 10s and 20s as if that would give her some revelation about what happened, but obviously she couldn’t remember. I however, did remember, because I had in fact, just taken $30 out of the ATM machine and had handed her the twenty in order to get change. I still had the Ten in my hand. She said, “I will need to count the drawer.” So, I just stood there. She started counting, realized how long it would take, looked up at me, and finally said “Ok” and handed me my CORRECT change, while she kept mumbling about counting her drawer. She started counting the drawer again, so I just stood there. I then asked her, "well, did you need for me to stay?" and she said no. So, I left.
As I was walking away though, I thought about that incident. I pondered how we have to be sooooooooo careful these days about EeeeVerrrrYTHING…..I mean Everything! (you hear what I'm sayin'??)
-First, of all, when you go to McDonalds (or any fast food restaurant), you have to be sure (no matter how long the line is behind you), to check your order BEFORE you leave….otherwise, you will most assuredly get far away from where you purchased your food and find SOMETHING was either left off the order, prepared incorrectly, or you were given the incorrect change….then you are faced with a decision---drive allllllll the way back (God forbid you have gone really far before you realize the error, or now you might be late for work or an appointment, and your fast food decision now doesn’t seem so fast if you have to do all that work of going back)----OR don’t drive back and just be mad that you have to eat something you didn’t want or worse yet something you really wanted isn’t even in the bag (urgh)….and then of course, it isn’t like the fast food joint is going to pay you back your time and gas money if you do go back….smh.
-Or just like when you go through the grocery store line (just like in the cafeteria), you Have TO pay attention, and Definitely check your change, check your groceries, make sure everything is there, make sure the clerk did not forget to put something in the bag (because it rolled down too far and she forgot to put it in the bag) etc etc Nowadays, I just avoid the cashier, WHENEVER possible, and use the self-checkout.
-And YOU KNOW you have to check your bank statements and credit card statements to make sure some “international unknown company” hasn’t been secretly debiting a few cents out of your account each month (which could amount to millions if taken from enough people unnoticed over a period of time)…if they have, then you have to file a dispute and get it put back, after pouring through your account to make sure nothing else suspicious is going on.
-By the same token, you have to check your bank statements and credit card statements REGULARLY to make sure someone hasn’t somehow grabbed hold of your numbers and started charging a little bit of everything, until you notice ‘Hey, I didn’t buy that…what is THAT?” Then you have to go through the work of calling and cancelling the card, and then being WITHOUT YOUR CARD for 7 to 10 business days until you get a new one (which could then make you have to borrow money or live very skim for a few days until it comes)…hopefully, you don’t get stuck with some major purchase (or even some small purchase with bad timing) that causes your bank account to actually go negative due to fees, and then although the banks will most likely investigate it and return your money, you still have the whole inconvenience of it all….
That is just to name A FEW. There are in fact many, many more instances where you MUST pay attention on a daily basis, even on a moment-by-moment basis and you can’t go off the job for a second….
The world is just getting crazier and crazier…..
People are moving places where they don’t speak the same language and they make mistakes, some people just can’t count, aLOT of people are just increasingly deceitful and are trying to get your hard earned money into their filthy little hands, and then for the most part the rest of people quite frankly just aren’t paying attention (and really don't even care) and they make mistakes regularly because that’s just how they are, and you simply have to pay the price for their carelessness.
So, that’s why I guess we all just have to take on this second job of paying attention up front to try to save ourselves at little bit of the hassle if we can avoid taking some of these mistakes home with us and having to fix it later or worse yet, just having to live with the error…….
So, all I can say is….”Alright everybody, along with everything else you’re doing on a daily basis, when it comes to paying attention, for your own sake, don’t forget to CLOCK IN!”
Soooo…. I went into the cafeteria where I normally get my lunch at work, and I was paying for my food when the cashier realized she didn’t have the change in her drawer to give to me. First she asked me if I had .36 so that she could just give me a whole dollar. Well, I didn’t, so then she started talking to the cashier behind her about needing change, trying to figure out how to get her change quickly. Finally, she asked the cashier to give her quarters for her roll. When she turned back to me she counted out 1.85 and handed that to me. I took it, stared it at for a long moment (trying to figure out in my head, why it didn’t look right). Then it dawned on me, I GAVE HER A $20 bill, she hadn’t given me the correct change. So, I said, “Oh, I gave you twenty dollars”. She said, “No, you gave me $10.” I said “Nooooo, I gave you a Twenty.” She said again, with her strong Ethiopian accent , “I’m SURE you gave me a $10, I said (with a stern face and without flinching, looking her directly in the eyes), “No, as a matter of fact, without a doubt, I most definitely gave you a TWENTY.”
Her drawer was still open, so she started shuffling through her 10s and 20s as if that would give her some revelation about what happened, but obviously she couldn’t remember. I however, did remember, because I had in fact, just taken $30 out of the ATM machine and had handed her the twenty in order to get change. I still had the Ten in my hand. She said, “I will need to count the drawer.” So, I just stood there. She started counting, realized how long it would take, looked up at me, and finally said “Ok” and handed me my CORRECT change, while she kept mumbling about counting her drawer. She started counting the drawer again, so I just stood there. I then asked her, "well, did you need for me to stay?" and she said no. So, I left.
As I was walking away though, I thought about that incident. I pondered how we have to be sooooooooo careful these days about EeeeVerrrrYTHING…..I mean Everything! (you hear what I'm sayin'??)
-First, of all, when you go to McDonalds (or any fast food restaurant), you have to be sure (no matter how long the line is behind you), to check your order BEFORE you leave….otherwise, you will most assuredly get far away from where you purchased your food and find SOMETHING was either left off the order, prepared incorrectly, or you were given the incorrect change….then you are faced with a decision---drive allllllll the way back (God forbid you have gone really far before you realize the error, or now you might be late for work or an appointment, and your fast food decision now doesn’t seem so fast if you have to do all that work of going back)----OR don’t drive back and just be mad that you have to eat something you didn’t want or worse yet something you really wanted isn’t even in the bag (urgh)….and then of course, it isn’t like the fast food joint is going to pay you back your time and gas money if you do go back….smh.
-Or just like when you go through the grocery store line (just like in the cafeteria), you Have TO pay attention, and Definitely check your change, check your groceries, make sure everything is there, make sure the clerk did not forget to put something in the bag (because it rolled down too far and she forgot to put it in the bag) etc etc Nowadays, I just avoid the cashier, WHENEVER possible, and use the self-checkout.
-And YOU KNOW you have to check your bank statements and credit card statements to make sure some “international unknown company” hasn’t been secretly debiting a few cents out of your account each month (which could amount to millions if taken from enough people unnoticed over a period of time)…if they have, then you have to file a dispute and get it put back, after pouring through your account to make sure nothing else suspicious is going on.
-By the same token, you have to check your bank statements and credit card statements REGULARLY to make sure someone hasn’t somehow grabbed hold of your numbers and started charging a little bit of everything, until you notice ‘Hey, I didn’t buy that…what is THAT?” Then you have to go through the work of calling and cancelling the card, and then being WITHOUT YOUR CARD for 7 to 10 business days until you get a new one (which could then make you have to borrow money or live very skim for a few days until it comes)…hopefully, you don’t get stuck with some major purchase (or even some small purchase with bad timing) that causes your bank account to actually go negative due to fees, and then although the banks will most likely investigate it and return your money, you still have the whole inconvenience of it all….
That is just to name A FEW. There are in fact many, many more instances where you MUST pay attention on a daily basis, even on a moment-by-moment basis and you can’t go off the job for a second….
The world is just getting crazier and crazier…..
People are moving places where they don’t speak the same language and they make mistakes, some people just can’t count, aLOT of people are just increasingly deceitful and are trying to get your hard earned money into their filthy little hands, and then for the most part the rest of people quite frankly just aren’t paying attention (and really don't even care) and they make mistakes regularly because that’s just how they are, and you simply have to pay the price for their carelessness.
So, that’s why I guess we all just have to take on this second job of paying attention up front to try to save ourselves at little bit of the hassle if we can avoid taking some of these mistakes home with us and having to fix it later or worse yet, just having to live with the error…….
So, all I can say is….”Alright everybody, along with everything else you’re doing on a daily basis, when it comes to paying attention, for your own sake, don’t forget to CLOCK IN!”
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
The Change Has Got To Be 'Me'
SO, I was sitting here today thinking about how I haven’t accomplished ANYTHING with ANYTHING in pretty much the last 4 months , and I was trying to figure out what the problem is. I asked myself some questions….
Is it my kids?? (they are both back home with me from living in Michigan with their father off and on…now they are back and it’s been quite busy and hectic), but I think the answer is “not really, I guess”.
Is it the puppy we got that is now a year old?? (I dunnnnooo. I mean he does require aLOTof care and he can be pretty annoying when he’s in his cage with all the barking and whining (which is not good for recording music without a soundproof room at my house—not to mention it just gets on my nerves and then I’m just not in the mood anymore), and then of course there’s getting after the kids now so that in ADDITION to taking care of their stuff, also to take care of the dog….shaking my head (what was I thinking?)). But truthfully, I don’t know that it’s really that either.
Hmmmmm, is it the physical therapy I’m going through right now and have to continue for another 3 weeks?? (somebody backed into me and then on top of that they drove off, thankfully I got their license plate and was able to hold them responsible, but I’m still paying the price physically, AND not to mention the time it takes to go to work, go to physical therapy—across town, come back, finish the day, go see the attorney, rearrange my work schedule, etc etc…very, very mind boggling in addition to my already hectic life). I don’t know, it could be that—
OR maybe it’s the medicine I’m taking right now to clear up my skin?? (I’m on a six month program for a medicine to clear some adult acne that has been aggravating me for years, and the medicine putting it simply just WEARS YOU OUT…I mean it makes you feel (and by you, I mean ‘me’), completed exhausted. Really, that could be it (....drumming my fingers on the table),
Maybe….sigh…it’s my failed relationships. I find myself not any further along in life with a special someone now than I was 15 years ago (when I first got married) or 25 years ago when I was first being courted…somehow I'm always feeling like I’m constantly back at the beginning with that whole 'running into the right person, falling in love, and getting married thing' --(what can I say, maybe being married and happy just isn’t for me after all)…..it could be that thought that is UNmotivating me, but I don’t know….I’m not sure how much that is impacting me not feeling like sitting down and getting things accomplished…..
Maybe it’s the exercise that I kept saying I was going to do that I have NOT been doing because I just didn’t feel like it, and now my back hurts when I try to do it because of the accident.
Maybe it’s because my tennis pro died and now playing tennis (which was my main source of exercise AND mental freedom)…. just doesn’t feel the same anymore.
Maybe it’s the stock market. (I’ve been making money and losing money, making money and losing money….maybe I’m tired of the game. Maybe I just want to make money now and stop losing money—Ha! –don’t we all)…I don’t know if that’s it.
Maybe I’m stuck in a rut….. because my Grandmother died -------sigh)
The truth is these are still only a few things that have gone on or that are going on that I’m listing here….goodness, there’s actually waaaaay MORE (if you could even believe it)
…. But, still I think, maybe it’s something else-- (OR maybe it’s just ALL of them).
I can’t put my finger on it. I think it’s something with me, you know, deep down inside….something’s going on….an unsettledness, a need for a change, for LIFE to just be DIFFERENT somehow.
I think this is why people just sell everything and just move to another country, y’know?
I think this is why some people just quit their job and just decide to devote themselves completely to something they just LOVE to do, just because that’s what they WANT to do. I don’t know folks.
I’m at a crossroads.
I have music that needs to be finished; books that need to be completed; weight that I want to lose; house remodeling that needs to be completed; kids to get through school; taxes that still need to be done. LOL I’m telling myself---
“One thing at a time”…..but one thing hasn’t gotten done yet---not recently anyway.
I’ve got to sit down and change my mindset—Re"focus". Something’s got to change.
I think actually, the change has got to be.....
‘Me’.
Is it my kids?? (they are both back home with me from living in Michigan with their father off and on…now they are back and it’s been quite busy and hectic), but I think the answer is “not really, I guess”.
Is it the puppy we got that is now a year old?? (I dunnnnooo. I mean he does require aLOTof care and he can be pretty annoying when he’s in his cage with all the barking and whining (which is not good for recording music without a soundproof room at my house—not to mention it just gets on my nerves and then I’m just not in the mood anymore), and then of course there’s getting after the kids now so that in ADDITION to taking care of their stuff, also to take care of the dog….shaking my head (what was I thinking?)). But truthfully, I don’t know that it’s really that either.
Hmmmmm, is it the physical therapy I’m going through right now and have to continue for another 3 weeks?? (somebody backed into me and then on top of that they drove off, thankfully I got their license plate and was able to hold them responsible, but I’m still paying the price physically, AND not to mention the time it takes to go to work, go to physical therapy—across town, come back, finish the day, go see the attorney, rearrange my work schedule, etc etc…very, very mind boggling in addition to my already hectic life). I don’t know, it could be that—
OR maybe it’s the medicine I’m taking right now to clear up my skin?? (I’m on a six month program for a medicine to clear some adult acne that has been aggravating me for years, and the medicine putting it simply just WEARS YOU OUT…I mean it makes you feel (and by you, I mean ‘me’), completed exhausted. Really, that could be it (....drumming my fingers on the table),
Maybe….sigh…it’s my failed relationships. I find myself not any further along in life with a special someone now than I was 15 years ago (when I first got married) or 25 years ago when I was first being courted…somehow I'm always feeling like I’m constantly back at the beginning with that whole 'running into the right person, falling in love, and getting married thing' --(what can I say, maybe being married and happy just isn’t for me after all)…..it could be that thought that is UNmotivating me, but I don’t know….I’m not sure how much that is impacting me not feeling like sitting down and getting things accomplished…..
Maybe it’s the exercise that I kept saying I was going to do that I have NOT been doing because I just didn’t feel like it, and now my back hurts when I try to do it because of the accident.
Maybe it’s because my tennis pro died and now playing tennis (which was my main source of exercise AND mental freedom)…. just doesn’t feel the same anymore.
Maybe it’s the stock market. (I’ve been making money and losing money, making money and losing money….maybe I’m tired of the game. Maybe I just want to make money now and stop losing money—Ha! –don’t we all)…I don’t know if that’s it.
Maybe I’m stuck in a rut….. because my Grandmother died -------sigh)
The truth is these are still only a few things that have gone on or that are going on that I’m listing here….goodness, there’s actually waaaaay MORE (if you could even believe it)
…. But, still I think, maybe it’s something else-- (OR maybe it’s just ALL of them).
I can’t put my finger on it. I think it’s something with me, you know, deep down inside….something’s going on….an unsettledness, a need for a change, for LIFE to just be DIFFERENT somehow.
I think this is why people just sell everything and just move to another country, y’know?
I think this is why some people just quit their job and just decide to devote themselves completely to something they just LOVE to do, just because that’s what they WANT to do. I don’t know folks.
I’m at a crossroads.
I have music that needs to be finished; books that need to be completed; weight that I want to lose; house remodeling that needs to be completed; kids to get through school; taxes that still need to be done. LOL I’m telling myself---
“One thing at a time”…..but one thing hasn’t gotten done yet---not recently anyway.
I’ve got to sit down and change my mindset—Re"focus". Something’s got to change.
I think actually, the change has got to be.....
‘Me’.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
This is Who 'Trayvon Martin' Is To Me
Trayvon Martin, I’ve got something to say—First of all, when I reflect on this tragedy, I just can't help but think about my son first who is a 13 year old black male, very tall and big for his age (many people think he's like 16 or 17 already). He's a bright, talented, funny guy that has ALOT going for him. He has so much promise right now. But, like many kids his age, I'm still teaching him what behavior is or is not appropriate, what kinds of things he should or should not do that will make people look at him a certain way or judge him a certain way....still teaching him how to "navigate the waters" as they say. At church or school he looks the part of the stand-up citizen that he is. At home, out and about, sometimes he just looks like the rest of these kids, hoodies, hats, lookin’ sorta crazy...(but they're not really crazy though)...not when you know them, right? Anyone could look at him and say, "Wow, he looks intimidating". He can stare you down with the best of them (still teaching him not to do this to strangers and to people in general). But, truthfully, he’s just a regular good kid. But I say all that to say, "Trayvon Martin" is my son, my son Robert Johnson, III. That's right. That's who Trayvon Martin is to me.
Right after thinking about this tragedy and thinking of my younger child, my son, I then right away think of my older child, my daughter, Summer. I mean my goodness, she's only 15. She's just two years younger than Trayvon was. I can't imagine in two years someone just gunning her down at night because she looked "suspicious". Maybe she was wearing something and you couldn't see her face. Maybe you couldn't tell by her baggy clothing that she was even a girl, right?? I mean "dang", "what if" "what if" "what if"....and now all of a sudden I get a phone call, "my daughter is what?!" "You said what happened to her?" I can't even imagine. My sweet daughter, so gifted, so nurturing and nice to people... "What? You couldn't tell she was a girl...you were behind her?" "At night, following her?" "WHY?" Trayvon Martin is my daughter, Summer Johnson. That's who Trayvon Martin is to me.
To me this tragedy is deeply disturbing because….. “How do you decide to take matters into your own hands Mr. Zimmerman? How do you decide to go outside of your jurisdiction of your ‘neighborhood watch’ and follow someone---in your vehicle? Then, how do you decide to get out of your vehicle and continue to follow/excuse me pursue’ someone you thought was "dangerous"?? Based on what Mr. Zimmerman? Based on the fact that you were behind him? Based on the fact that you couldn't even see his face enough to see that he was just a teenager with no intent? Based on not following him to his residence where he would have just gone inside his home where if you were soooo concerned, you could have just pointed out his ultimate destination to the police when they got there and let them confront him?
"Mr. Zimmerman, you claim that you acted in self-defense, but did you ever stop to think that a person..."any person" (myself included) especially a 17-year old child who thinks they are being followed at night by a STRANGER might also feel that 'their life might be in danger'? Did you ever stop to consider that possibility Mr. Zimmerman?"
If Trayvon Martin were here, maybe he would say, "I was scared to death. It was dark. Someone was following me. There was noone around. This man came up to me, I didn't know what he wanted. I didn't feel safe. I thought he was going to jump me. In fact, he did. So I acted "in self-defense".
Mr. Zimmerman, that whole “self-defense” story seems a little misplaced, don’t you think? It seems more viable that Trayvon Martin was most likely acting in self-defense, don’t you think, Mr. Zimmerman?” Doesn’t that seem to be a more credible story? Too bad Trayvon Martin is not here to tell us how he felt at night being confronted by a strange man that he had never seen before.
"In fact, Mr. Zimmerman, I don't know what planet you are from. But, here on earth,…. in the United States,….when you follow someone that you don't know, especially at night, and you don't identify yourself, and there is really no reason for you to be following them, except for your own ‘willful intent’....that's called STALKING."
Stalking: Defined as the willful (you got in your car??) and repeated following, watching (you left your own neighborhood to pursue??) and/or harassment or persecution (you got out of your car to approach??) of someone with unwanted and obsessive attention by another person (SMH at you Mr. Zimmerman).
My thoughts on this. Mr. Zimmerman, you should have just stayed in your car. Better yet, you should have just stayed in your own neighborhood. You think you’re stressed out right now, Mr. Zimmerman? Guess what? You have single-handedly managed to stress-out the entire country. Feel better now? Thanks for giving “neighborhood watch” a whole new perspective.
You know, I can teach my son and daughter how to behave and make the right choices. I can teach them how to dress appropriately and not be rude. I can teach them that they need to stay in school and get their education so they can be successful. I can teach them how to value others and how to have self-respect and integrity. I can teach them alot of things as they grow up.
But, I just haven't figured out how to teach them how to sidestep a bullet at point blank range by a stalker.
Right after thinking about this tragedy and thinking of my younger child, my son, I then right away think of my older child, my daughter, Summer. I mean my goodness, she's only 15. She's just two years younger than Trayvon was. I can't imagine in two years someone just gunning her down at night because she looked "suspicious". Maybe she was wearing something and you couldn't see her face. Maybe you couldn't tell by her baggy clothing that she was even a girl, right?? I mean "dang", "what if" "what if" "what if"....and now all of a sudden I get a phone call, "my daughter is what?!" "You said what happened to her?" I can't even imagine. My sweet daughter, so gifted, so nurturing and nice to people... "What? You couldn't tell she was a girl...you were behind her?" "At night, following her?" "WHY?" Trayvon Martin is my daughter, Summer Johnson. That's who Trayvon Martin is to me.
To me this tragedy is deeply disturbing because….. “How do you decide to take matters into your own hands Mr. Zimmerman? How do you decide to go outside of your jurisdiction of your ‘neighborhood watch’ and follow someone---in your vehicle? Then, how do you decide to get out of your vehicle and continue to follow/excuse me pursue’ someone you thought was "dangerous"?? Based on what Mr. Zimmerman? Based on the fact that you were behind him? Based on the fact that you couldn't even see his face enough to see that he was just a teenager with no intent? Based on not following him to his residence where he would have just gone inside his home where if you were soooo concerned, you could have just pointed out his ultimate destination to the police when they got there and let them confront him?
"Mr. Zimmerman, you claim that you acted in self-defense, but did you ever stop to think that a person..."any person" (myself included) especially a 17-year old child who thinks they are being followed at night by a STRANGER might also feel that 'their life might be in danger'? Did you ever stop to consider that possibility Mr. Zimmerman?"
If Trayvon Martin were here, maybe he would say, "I was scared to death. It was dark. Someone was following me. There was noone around. This man came up to me, I didn't know what he wanted. I didn't feel safe. I thought he was going to jump me. In fact, he did. So I acted "in self-defense".
Mr. Zimmerman, that whole “self-defense” story seems a little misplaced, don’t you think? It seems more viable that Trayvon Martin was most likely acting in self-defense, don’t you think, Mr. Zimmerman?” Doesn’t that seem to be a more credible story? Too bad Trayvon Martin is not here to tell us how he felt at night being confronted by a strange man that he had never seen before.
"In fact, Mr. Zimmerman, I don't know what planet you are from. But, here on earth,…. in the United States,….when you follow someone that you don't know, especially at night, and you don't identify yourself, and there is really no reason for you to be following them, except for your own ‘willful intent’....that's called STALKING."
Stalking: Defined as the willful (you got in your car??) and repeated following, watching (you left your own neighborhood to pursue??) and/or harassment or persecution (you got out of your car to approach??) of someone with unwanted and obsessive attention by another person (SMH at you Mr. Zimmerman).
My thoughts on this. Mr. Zimmerman, you should have just stayed in your car. Better yet, you should have just stayed in your own neighborhood. You think you’re stressed out right now, Mr. Zimmerman? Guess what? You have single-handedly managed to stress-out the entire country. Feel better now? Thanks for giving “neighborhood watch” a whole new perspective.
You know, I can teach my son and daughter how to behave and make the right choices. I can teach them how to dress appropriately and not be rude. I can teach them that they need to stay in school and get their education so they can be successful. I can teach them how to value others and how to have self-respect and integrity. I can teach them alot of things as they grow up.
But, I just haven't figured out how to teach them how to sidestep a bullet at point blank range by a stalker.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I Feel Crazy This Morning
I feel crazy this morning—I’m tired of doing the same thing, tired of doing the new thing, tired of doing "no"thing--just tired. I feel like my feet are moving, but I’m just not going anywhere. Do you ever feel like that? Do you ever feel like you’re in one of those music videos and it’s the scene where they show the person walking and walking, but they are staying in the same place, just singing their stupid little song. I feel like that---It’s just a music video, but it’s how I definitely feel like that right now. I’ve been feeling this way for a long time, and I think it’s starting to take over me. It’s has become the dominant feeling. I don’t know if I’m bored or lonely or just unimpressed or just….I don’t even know. The man I thought I was going to marry for the last several years doesn’t want to get married. Heck, I don't even know if I want to get married anymore either. We’ve been in an up and down relationship for almost five years—yeah, it’s getting old, AND it hasn’t even been easy--NOT a walk in the park. So, why did you stay in it, you ask? Of course you ask me that. I ask my damn self that. Honestly, I’m not really unhappy in the relationship---not really happy either. I just don't know what I am. I’m not even sure if I’m just numb. I don’t know. I just keep saying that a lot---I don’t know. A lot of men are interested in me, and they may or may not be able to give me what I think I’m looking for. But, you know I just feel stuck, not really stuck in the relationship, but just stuck—IN LIFE. I’m not venting or even really angry or anything. I’m just talking; I’m just talking about life.
It’s taking a lot out of me to raise my son on my own. My daughter is with her father, and although I would love for her to come here and be with me, I’m not sure how much more I can really handle. I miss her a lot, with her being away from me, it’s like some huge, gaping hole, and I don’t know what to do about it. Her room is empty and I don’t like to really go in there, because she’s not in the house or even nearby. She’s eight hours away. I had a huge plan for her to go to boarding school this year (which is only two hours away), she would have had a nice little job, live on the campus, take her music lessons, walk to class, participate in the great activities they have, and I just thought it would be just so great for her. I invested a lot of money too flying her to the academy days, so she could check out two schools last year, made a lot of arrangements, so that after the summer, she would be ready to go. But, she decided at the last minute during the summer not to do it--decided to go back and live with her father--great (sigh). So, now I just kind of feel like, “dag, I make all these plans, I try to make all these arrangements...I think I know what’s best for me, I think I know what's best for the people around me, but you know, honestly, maybe I just don’t. Maybe, I just need to sit down and shut up. Maybe I just need to go somewhere and let everybody else just do what they think is best.” I’m not really giving up or anything, I’m just saying, I want to clear my mind and so far that hasn’t been happening. What I’m really focusing on here is that I just think maybe I should rethink my approach to life.
I got this puppy for my son. I thought it would inspire him to want to be more responsible, listen better, obey more--be more structured. I thought he would get up earlier without my help. I thought the puppy would give him the desire to want to get outside in the mornings and walk, learn how to wake up without me waking him up. I thought it would give him more "pep in his step" on doing things he needed to…just from having the puppy he always wanted. How naïve of me huh? Well, correct, instead it is really turning out to be just a huge hassle, a huge stress for me to have the puppy in the house. I have to stay after my son constantly about the puppy’s needs. The house is a lot dirtier because of the puppy being there (geez, I thought we were cleaning before, now it's like overdrive cleaning--constant cleaning), and honestly there’s just nowhere for the puppy to really be but in the cage that I finally had to buy, although I really don’t even like that. I don’t even like keeping a puppy in a cage, but on the other hand, I can’t just have the puppy running around all evening, peeing and pooping everywhere and me stepping in pee or smelling poop out of the blue when he just goes in the house because we can’t always figure out exactly when he needs to go out. It has been really stressful trying to get my son to even be remotely consistent with the puppy...so, that's just been a chore. It’s just a lot more of the stress and headache that I already had—multiplied. So, unfortunately, it’s just easier to keep him in the cage until we can deal with him. I don’t know if that’s terrible or not or if it’s just life.
I’m really tired of living in my house and working at the same job. I mean it’s always great to have a job, but after a while you just get sick of it when you’re not really doing anything you consider to be productive with your skills. Sure, draw a paycheck, make someone else happy, do what they think is great. But, am I happy? No. What can I do? What can I say? Nothing. I feel unfulfilled. I’m 43 and I’m feeling like that crazy way when people feel like they need to just “do something”. Is it because of my age? I dunno. I don’t think so. I really never was one to settle down, never was one to really just do the same thing over and over and over. My mother, my grandmother, my aunt and generally my whole family, couldn't even believe I got married in the first place. They were shocked. So, you ask “why then did you pick this life in the first place?” Why did you interrupt your 20’s of hanging out and having fun, making music, traveling, etc etc to get married, tie yourself down, have kids…..get divorced, buy a house, tie yourself down some more, have your son come and live with you…blah, blah, blah. Ahhh, I don’t know. It seemed like what I wanted at the time.
There’s so much on my mind all of the time….I mean all of the time. Sometimes, I just feel like I need to get it out, get it out in the open, out of my head---stop thinking about it. I love my children, I’m not unhappy that I have them, but they’re tiring and I don’t have a husband, so it’s a real chore. That’s life, it is a real chore. So, you say, having a husband is a real chore. Sure, you’re right, but I always liked it. What can I say, I like being married. I can’t help but be honest about that. I keep envisioning myself like the people on House Hunters International on HGTV, that happy married couple, with their one or two small children, deciding together that they want to go live somewhere overseas—moving to some nice, tropical island (or at least buying a second vacation home there)…planning, planning, planning there lives together, doing things together, working together….together. On top of that, I still want to have another child. I hear you screaming “What?!” “Are you crazy?!” “What about the ones you have?” Geez, not by myself silly—with a husband, that’s the way it’s supposed to be, so you can enjoy your children together. I never wanted to get divorced, but those were the cards, that’s the hand I was dealt. But, being together in a proper marriage, that’s what I think about a lot, not just dating someone endlessly, but just being married, happy, together.
People don’t want that anymore. They want to live apart, live in their own houses—call their own shots. They want to be able to say “I’m going home, I’ll see you tomorrow or I’ll talk to you in the morning”. A lot of people want that freedom to know they can always leave. I guess that’s just the way things are these days. I guess that’s just life. I don’t know what I think about it. I know I don’t like it. It’s not what I want. Honestly, I don’t even want to talk about it to anybody anymore because nobody has the right response. They just say something I don’t really want to hear—their own perspective, what they’ve been through, what they’ve decided. What they think about marriage and relationships…poo, poo, whatever…I guess I’m in a place where I just don’t want to hear it.
I’m a singer/songwriter and a writer. But, what am I doing with my talent? I make music, but it takes me forever because I’m always distracted with this thing or that thing. It takes aLOT of work to get it out to people and to advertise it when you're unsigned like me and then it takes forEVER for people to start buying it, and your friends that you think are going to buy your music, ...don't even buy it, so you just feel disappointed. I sometimes don’t write for weeks—months…but, honestly, it makes me feel useless when I don’t practice my craft. My head starts to hurt, my body feels tired, like someone is just pushing me down with a heavy iron weight. I feel like I need freedom, some space, and some time to just think.
What is it I’m looking for? I don’t know. A quiet space--a loving place, a new me—so, that I can write, be content, exercise every day--not be annoyed by noisy demands. I need to be where I can just be creative, really throw myself into making new and exciting music and actually completing it (that's another problem). I want to be able to really immerse myself into my software program, FinalCut, and really finish working on my videos, so I can turn out some new and innovative wonderful material for my fans. I mean I’m using it, but there’s so much more that I need to be doing with it, and it just takes time. The funny thing is, other people are doing it. I see them everyday on TV, on those crazy reality shows. People are doing things, creative, productive things. People like me who have the artistic mind. People who have a lot of genius (and some of them don’t even have it, but they’re still doing it…I’m like “dag”…”they not even talented and look at them”). I keep thinking to myself, “you are just wasting your God-given talents.” –do something about it.
You know what was really bad? I have a few blogs, but I actually hadn’t written in so long, when I was getting ready to post this, for a second, I forgot the name of my own freakin’ blog…now, you know --that’s bad.
Anyway, I keep thinking I’m ready now to make that move on my own. Get myself on to some desert isle and call it home. “But, but--you have kids”, you say. So—geez, "So what?!". That’s how I feel right now. So what. They’ll be fine. They can come with me or stay here. I don’t even really care. Kids can go to school anywhere. I’m just ready to do something. What am I going to do just sit around forever feeling this way? Nope. I keep having this nice thought in my head about how it will feel to just be peaceful, get that feeling of productivity and accomplishment back. I haven’t felt that way in a very long time. I think sometimes you just have to say, you know what I’m done. I’m gonna do something else now.
There was a guy that I used to date a really long time ago. He knew me really well. He would say to me, “Well, if I know you--and I do--since you’re talking about it so much, I guess now it’s really only a matter of time before you do it, huh?”
Yep.
It’s taking a lot out of me to raise my son on my own. My daughter is with her father, and although I would love for her to come here and be with me, I’m not sure how much more I can really handle. I miss her a lot, with her being away from me, it’s like some huge, gaping hole, and I don’t know what to do about it. Her room is empty and I don’t like to really go in there, because she’s not in the house or even nearby. She’s eight hours away. I had a huge plan for her to go to boarding school this year (which is only two hours away), she would have had a nice little job, live on the campus, take her music lessons, walk to class, participate in the great activities they have, and I just thought it would be just so great for her. I invested a lot of money too flying her to the academy days, so she could check out two schools last year, made a lot of arrangements, so that after the summer, she would be ready to go. But, she decided at the last minute during the summer not to do it--decided to go back and live with her father--great (sigh). So, now I just kind of feel like, “dag, I make all these plans, I try to make all these arrangements...I think I know what’s best for me, I think I know what's best for the people around me, but you know, honestly, maybe I just don’t. Maybe, I just need to sit down and shut up. Maybe I just need to go somewhere and let everybody else just do what they think is best.” I’m not really giving up or anything, I’m just saying, I want to clear my mind and so far that hasn’t been happening. What I’m really focusing on here is that I just think maybe I should rethink my approach to life.
I got this puppy for my son. I thought it would inspire him to want to be more responsible, listen better, obey more--be more structured. I thought he would get up earlier without my help. I thought the puppy would give him the desire to want to get outside in the mornings and walk, learn how to wake up without me waking him up. I thought it would give him more "pep in his step" on doing things he needed to…just from having the puppy he always wanted. How naïve of me huh? Well, correct, instead it is really turning out to be just a huge hassle, a huge stress for me to have the puppy in the house. I have to stay after my son constantly about the puppy’s needs. The house is a lot dirtier because of the puppy being there (geez, I thought we were cleaning before, now it's like overdrive cleaning--constant cleaning), and honestly there’s just nowhere for the puppy to really be but in the cage that I finally had to buy, although I really don’t even like that. I don’t even like keeping a puppy in a cage, but on the other hand, I can’t just have the puppy running around all evening, peeing and pooping everywhere and me stepping in pee or smelling poop out of the blue when he just goes in the house because we can’t always figure out exactly when he needs to go out. It has been really stressful trying to get my son to even be remotely consistent with the puppy...so, that's just been a chore. It’s just a lot more of the stress and headache that I already had—multiplied. So, unfortunately, it’s just easier to keep him in the cage until we can deal with him. I don’t know if that’s terrible or not or if it’s just life.
I’m really tired of living in my house and working at the same job. I mean it’s always great to have a job, but after a while you just get sick of it when you’re not really doing anything you consider to be productive with your skills. Sure, draw a paycheck, make someone else happy, do what they think is great. But, am I happy? No. What can I do? What can I say? Nothing. I feel unfulfilled. I’m 43 and I’m feeling like that crazy way when people feel like they need to just “do something”. Is it because of my age? I dunno. I don’t think so. I really never was one to settle down, never was one to really just do the same thing over and over and over. My mother, my grandmother, my aunt and generally my whole family, couldn't even believe I got married in the first place. They were shocked. So, you ask “why then did you pick this life in the first place?” Why did you interrupt your 20’s of hanging out and having fun, making music, traveling, etc etc to get married, tie yourself down, have kids…..get divorced, buy a house, tie yourself down some more, have your son come and live with you…blah, blah, blah. Ahhh, I don’t know. It seemed like what I wanted at the time.
There’s so much on my mind all of the time….I mean all of the time. Sometimes, I just feel like I need to get it out, get it out in the open, out of my head---stop thinking about it. I love my children, I’m not unhappy that I have them, but they’re tiring and I don’t have a husband, so it’s a real chore. That’s life, it is a real chore. So, you say, having a husband is a real chore. Sure, you’re right, but I always liked it. What can I say, I like being married. I can’t help but be honest about that. I keep envisioning myself like the people on House Hunters International on HGTV, that happy married couple, with their one or two small children, deciding together that they want to go live somewhere overseas—moving to some nice, tropical island (or at least buying a second vacation home there)…planning, planning, planning there lives together, doing things together, working together….together. On top of that, I still want to have another child. I hear you screaming “What?!” “Are you crazy?!” “What about the ones you have?” Geez, not by myself silly—with a husband, that’s the way it’s supposed to be, so you can enjoy your children together. I never wanted to get divorced, but those were the cards, that’s the hand I was dealt. But, being together in a proper marriage, that’s what I think about a lot, not just dating someone endlessly, but just being married, happy, together.
People don’t want that anymore. They want to live apart, live in their own houses—call their own shots. They want to be able to say “I’m going home, I’ll see you tomorrow or I’ll talk to you in the morning”. A lot of people want that freedom to know they can always leave. I guess that’s just the way things are these days. I guess that’s just life. I don’t know what I think about it. I know I don’t like it. It’s not what I want. Honestly, I don’t even want to talk about it to anybody anymore because nobody has the right response. They just say something I don’t really want to hear—their own perspective, what they’ve been through, what they’ve decided. What they think about marriage and relationships…poo, poo, whatever…I guess I’m in a place where I just don’t want to hear it.
I’m a singer/songwriter and a writer. But, what am I doing with my talent? I make music, but it takes me forever because I’m always distracted with this thing or that thing. It takes aLOT of work to get it out to people and to advertise it when you're unsigned like me and then it takes forEVER for people to start buying it, and your friends that you think are going to buy your music, ...don't even buy it, so you just feel disappointed. I sometimes don’t write for weeks—months…but, honestly, it makes me feel useless when I don’t practice my craft. My head starts to hurt, my body feels tired, like someone is just pushing me down with a heavy iron weight. I feel like I need freedom, some space, and some time to just think.
What is it I’m looking for? I don’t know. A quiet space--a loving place, a new me—so, that I can write, be content, exercise every day--not be annoyed by noisy demands. I need to be where I can just be creative, really throw myself into making new and exciting music and actually completing it (that's another problem). I want to be able to really immerse myself into my software program, FinalCut, and really finish working on my videos, so I can turn out some new and innovative wonderful material for my fans. I mean I’m using it, but there’s so much more that I need to be doing with it, and it just takes time. The funny thing is, other people are doing it. I see them everyday on TV, on those crazy reality shows. People are doing things, creative, productive things. People like me who have the artistic mind. People who have a lot of genius (and some of them don’t even have it, but they’re still doing it…I’m like “dag”…”they not even talented and look at them”). I keep thinking to myself, “you are just wasting your God-given talents.” –do something about it.
You know what was really bad? I have a few blogs, but I actually hadn’t written in so long, when I was getting ready to post this, for a second, I forgot the name of my own freakin’ blog…now, you know --that’s bad.
Anyway, I keep thinking I’m ready now to make that move on my own. Get myself on to some desert isle and call it home. “But, but--you have kids”, you say. So—geez, "So what?!". That’s how I feel right now. So what. They’ll be fine. They can come with me or stay here. I don’t even really care. Kids can go to school anywhere. I’m just ready to do something. What am I going to do just sit around forever feeling this way? Nope. I keep having this nice thought in my head about how it will feel to just be peaceful, get that feeling of productivity and accomplishment back. I haven’t felt that way in a very long time. I think sometimes you just have to say, you know what I’m done. I’m gonna do something else now.
There was a guy that I used to date a really long time ago. He knew me really well. He would say to me, “Well, if I know you--and I do--since you’re talking about it so much, I guess now it’s really only a matter of time before you do it, huh?”
Yep.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What I Like About T.G.I.Fridays
I was sitting in TGI Fridays yesterday, and as I ate my snack and drank my drink, I looked around me taking in all the commotion and activity of the people who came to enjoy Fridays as I had. I watched the Sports TV for a bit, then turned my attention to the newscast on another TV. People talked in their groups, laughed amongst themselves at their tables. Families, friends, people on dates, singles, guys, gals...everybody just doing their own thing.
Quietly, I read my incoming text messages and responded to them and minded my own business. As the night grew on more and more people came the "buzz" of laughter, talking, glasses clinking, TV noise got louder and louder. I closed my eyes and let myself just settle into the noise around me, being there with the noise, but sitting comfortably by myself at the bar, not actually participating in the "buzz".
That's when I said to myself, "this is why I like Fridays".
You can look around and see as you come in that there are attractive, available people there, but if you just come in sit down and mind your own business...nobody bothers you. You can see the appreciative look of the men when you sit down, but if you don't invite them over with your eyes or a lingering smile, they just let you be. That's what I like about Fridays.
You can sit down at the bar, lose yourself in your thoughts, your drink, your food, your TV channel, your mood and you can pretty much count on people letting you do just that. That's what I like about Fridays.
I need to unwind alot these days. Things have been more than stressful for me in many areas of my life for quite some time now...and lately it just seems to be at an all time high. So, when I want to go somewhere, and I just want to brood, or just sit and think..when I need a destination, and not just be at home, I like that I can go to Fridays, and do just that.
And that's what I like about T.G.I. Fridays.
Quietly, I read my incoming text messages and responded to them and minded my own business. As the night grew on more and more people came the "buzz" of laughter, talking, glasses clinking, TV noise got louder and louder. I closed my eyes and let myself just settle into the noise around me, being there with the noise, but sitting comfortably by myself at the bar, not actually participating in the "buzz".
That's when I said to myself, "this is why I like Fridays".
You can look around and see as you come in that there are attractive, available people there, but if you just come in sit down and mind your own business...nobody bothers you. You can see the appreciative look of the men when you sit down, but if you don't invite them over with your eyes or a lingering smile, they just let you be. That's what I like about Fridays.
You can sit down at the bar, lose yourself in your thoughts, your drink, your food, your TV channel, your mood and you can pretty much count on people letting you do just that. That's what I like about Fridays.
I need to unwind alot these days. Things have been more than stressful for me in many areas of my life for quite some time now...and lately it just seems to be at an all time high. So, when I want to go somewhere, and I just want to brood, or just sit and think..when I need a destination, and not just be at home, I like that I can go to Fridays, and do just that.
And that's what I like about T.G.I. Fridays.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tim Ferris "I Love You" "I Hate You".....
So, I'm feeling pretty disgusted with myself right about now after reading through some of Tim Ferris' "Four Hour Work Week" Blog on the "Four Hour Body". Reading his input and dedication to "making it happen" and "keeping it happening" with his body (and really his whole lifestyle) and what people can do with reshaping and their bodies and denying the genetics by doing things that reverse alot of "what was promised to you by your family genes" (LOL), made me just roll my eyes at myself.
I'm just totally annoyed with myself because I'm writing a book called "Thin Forever", and I know this information is something that people can benefit from and that even I myself will benefit from (writing it was based upon my own personal inspiration of what to accomplish as a "life goal"--and I don't mean getting physically "thin")....and yet, I haven't picked up the manuscript for 'at least' the last 5 months---TRAGIC! "What a dope!" That's what I said to myself after being first totally inspired and then totally annoyed by Tim Ferris' complete dedication to his craft. "What I am doing with time?" I asked myself a few minutes ago.
I know I need to complete this book too, because in addition to the compiled information I need to share with the world through the book, I also gain a sort of "self-therapy" by dialoguing on certain personal situations of my own within those written pages---Helping my own crazy self to be motivated, to accomplish the very goals I have set before me in recent years (finishing all the books, I've 'started', completing my music albums, releasing music, compiling my artwork and making it available to the world, etc ETC ETC!!!).
On top of everything, a personal acquaintance of mine just left for Africa yesterday (he's traveling to Tanzania, Cameroon, and landing in Dubai over a period of 2 months). We made a bet the night before he left. I said, "when you get back I will have lost 30 pounds". His eyes widened (he loooves a bet!)...He was like, "Bet, then I'm gonna lose 15 pounds...what's the bet?" We didn't settle on what the winnings would be. But, I really need to use this time not only to WIN THE BET, but also to inspire myself by committing more thoughts to paper in getting this book completely finished, if not at least nearly so before he gets back---especially since I'm sure he will want to bet some unimaginable crazy act for me to perform if I lose the bet when he gets back...Ha! AND in general, the first thing he always asks me is "soooo, Kim Dean what have you accomplished since I've been gone----how's your book coming, did you write anything?" (gritting my teeth right now) ...I hate when my answer is a very low, barely audible "no"...ugh!)---NOT happening this time!!
At any rate, Tim Ferris, first of all "Thank you for the inspiration---I love you", and secondly, "You make me sick, because you've pointed out (Big Sigh---through no fault of your own) how severely lacking and unproductive I have been in recent months--I hate you". But, mostly, thanks! I'm on it now! (Note to All: I have just submitted the copyright registration to the Library of Congress for the part of the manuscript I have written as a way to inspire myself to "get on it and get it done!" as well as I will be creating a blog on "Thin Forever" to keep myself 'and others' motivated on a weekly, if not a daily basis!
Yep (as Looney Toons used to say), so "that's it folks", we have to motivate ourselves towards accomplishment an stay on the beaten path to success! Thanks Tim!
I'm just totally annoyed with myself because I'm writing a book called "Thin Forever", and I know this information is something that people can benefit from and that even I myself will benefit from (writing it was based upon my own personal inspiration of what to accomplish as a "life goal"--and I don't mean getting physically "thin")....and yet, I haven't picked up the manuscript for 'at least' the last 5 months---TRAGIC! "What a dope!" That's what I said to myself after being first totally inspired and then totally annoyed by Tim Ferris' complete dedication to his craft. "What I am doing with time?" I asked myself a few minutes ago.
I know I need to complete this book too, because in addition to the compiled information I need to share with the world through the book, I also gain a sort of "self-therapy" by dialoguing on certain personal situations of my own within those written pages---Helping my own crazy self to be motivated, to accomplish the very goals I have set before me in recent years (finishing all the books, I've 'started', completing my music albums, releasing music, compiling my artwork and making it available to the world, etc ETC ETC!!!).
On top of everything, a personal acquaintance of mine just left for Africa yesterday (he's traveling to Tanzania, Cameroon, and landing in Dubai over a period of 2 months). We made a bet the night before he left. I said, "when you get back I will have lost 30 pounds". His eyes widened (he loooves a bet!)...He was like, "Bet, then I'm gonna lose 15 pounds...what's the bet?" We didn't settle on what the winnings would be. But, I really need to use this time not only to WIN THE BET, but also to inspire myself by committing more thoughts to paper in getting this book completely finished, if not at least nearly so before he gets back---especially since I'm sure he will want to bet some unimaginable crazy act for me to perform if I lose the bet when he gets back...Ha! AND in general, the first thing he always asks me is "soooo, Kim Dean what have you accomplished since I've been gone----how's your book coming, did you write anything?" (gritting my teeth right now) ...I hate when my answer is a very low, barely audible "no"...ugh!)---NOT happening this time!!
At any rate, Tim Ferris, first of all "Thank you for the inspiration---I love you", and secondly, "You make me sick, because you've pointed out (Big Sigh---through no fault of your own) how severely lacking and unproductive I have been in recent months--I hate you". But, mostly, thanks! I'm on it now! (Note to All: I have just submitted the copyright registration to the Library of Congress for the part of the manuscript I have written as a way to inspire myself to "get on it and get it done!" as well as I will be creating a blog on "Thin Forever" to keep myself 'and others' motivated on a weekly, if not a daily basis!
Yep (as Looney Toons used to say), so "that's it folks", we have to motivate ourselves towards accomplishment an stay on the beaten path to success! Thanks Tim!
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