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04 January 2012
03 January 2012
Not worrying about problems
I have really embraced the idea of living basically.
So much so that it seems that things are coming at me daily for a few weeks now that are pretty much beginning to reassure me that that is the right focus for me at this time.
The latest one was an image I saw on Twitter as well as on FB at least three or four times over the past week. And each time, I seem to examine it and think about how true it is.
So simple.
And yet, I feel that I must worry about if I can do something about a problem that does exist, if I am doing the correct thing about it.
Ugghhhhh.............
So much so that it seems that things are coming at me daily for a few weeks now that are pretty much beginning to reassure me that that is the right focus for me at this time.
The latest one was an image I saw on Twitter as well as on FB at least three or four times over the past week. And each time, I seem to examine it and think about how true it is.
So simple.
And yet, I feel that I must worry about if I can do something about a problem that does exist, if I am doing the correct thing about it.
Ugghhhhh.............
02 January 2012
Basically effective
Each day for the past week and a half, I have been getting rid of something. There have been old pens that do not work, old makeup, old clothes I no longer wear, old paperwork that I no longer need, old yoga DVDs that I don't use (I just use different poses from websites and create my own yoga/pilates morning workouts), old medications that are expired, old food that is WAY past expiration dates, old teacher material that I haven't/don't use, old screws that came with things I put together, but don't know what they go to, old hair products/accessories that I won't be needing any time soon... you get the idea.
This has been the beginning of a cleansing for me.
It is really a relief each morning to get up and ask, "What am I going to get rid of today?"
People typically keep so much junk in their homes that they end up needing storage units or stuff their garages/basements so full that they cannot use the area for its rightful purpose. I have never wanted to be one of those people.
I have always lived fairly minimally. I don't own a lot of things, but I can still stand to minimize more. I want to have only things I use and nothing that has been sitting for more than a year unused (besides photographs).
I'm trying to do the same with my life.
I want to live basically so that I may think more effectively.
This has been the beginning of a cleansing for me.
It is really a relief each morning to get up and ask, "What am I going to get rid of today?"
People typically keep so much junk in their homes that they end up needing storage units or stuff their garages/basements so full that they cannot use the area for its rightful purpose. I have never wanted to be one of those people.
I have always lived fairly minimally. I don't own a lot of things, but I can still stand to minimize more. I want to have only things I use and nothing that has been sitting for more than a year unused (besides photographs).
I'm trying to do the same with my life.
- I know I can't completely get rid of people who cause me stress, but I can limit how I allow them to impact me. And, for the most part, I can limit the contact to just the necessities.
- I will become better at allowing people closer into my life. I am a loyal friend, but I can go a long time without talking to friends. For some, we get back together and it is like no time has gone by, for others, they may feel awkward after not talking for so long. I need to make sure I know who is ok with which scenario - better yet, just stay in touch with all friends and fam.
- I am better at communicating in writing than verbally. Verbally, I may need to sit and think before saying what is to be said... almost like an editor or something. I need to become better at sharing verbally with people; I need to make sure they know where I stand and what I am thinking.
- I will do things to help my various health conditions. Continue my daily morning yoga, start back with cardio, visit the chiropractor and the specialist doctors more regularly.
- I will continue to get rid of items in my home and at my desk at school.
I want to live basically so that I may think more effectively.
01 January 2012
Long hair, don't care
Three nights ago, I had my boyfriend's niece cut my hair. She is in school to be a cosmetologist, and has learned a lot about hair. She hasn't yet learned how to cut a fro, but I gave it a go anyway.
She used a traditional method you would use on straight hair. It was not too bad, but once washed out, it was not super even all the way around.
Two nights ago, I decided to do another big chop. In total, in two days, I cut off about five inches of hair.
Wow!
Back to under an inch in length.
I'm using this as a new beginning in a few different ways.
I am going to retrain my hair to not be tangled, I am going to retrain my self to take better care of my hair, I am going to learn more ways to protect the ends as it grows so that it looks great as it gets longer, I am going to keep it shaped as it grows out so that it looks great as it gets longer.
I am going to become more disciplined with my hair and my life.
In my life, I basically am more of a follower to some extent. I don't just do what others do, but I am slightly lazy and more or less let things go as they go, unless it is something I have an understanding for and can control easily.
I am going to begin to take more control. I am not going to allow others and outside situations to dictate what I am doing. I am not going to let others allow me to fail. I am not going to allow people to annoy me. I am not going to sit back and not know what I want. I am going to formulate plans and take action to really figure out what I want in all situations.
I am going to begin to take more control.
No, this is not some sort of Jan 1st resolution that will fail in a few weeks. This is something I have been working on throughout the past year and that I feel I will be even better at this year.
My hair is just the beginning of my new beginnings.
05 December 2011
After all my logic and my theory I add a...
I am about to go buy some RPGs, some grenades, some bullet-proof coverings for my house windows and doors, and some serious private security guards.
Why?
Because Saint Louis is the 3rd most dangerous city in the world.
Don't laugh.
It is, according to Urbantitan.
We are further up the list than Mogadishu. Higher than Caracas, higher than a city in Chechnya, and way higher than a city in Pakistan, where al-Qaeda kidnaps US reporters.
I know I shouldn't take this mess seriously, but come on now.
To compare any US city to the listed international cities and so many more cities where people really do fear for their lives daily is absurd.
I have never gone to sleep with ear plugs in due to the noise of the bombs; I have never had to sleep with night shades over my eyes so that the bright lights of the exploding bombs and missiles don't keep me awake.
I have never had to walk through shrapnel, crumbled buildings, streets filled with tanks, alleys full of soldiers reloading and resting up before the next evenings attacks.
I have never had to adjust where I walk so that I don't have to risk my small child seeing and walking over piles of dead bodies.
I have never had to see (in real life) the disfigured, dismembered bodies of my neighbors or co-workers.
I know that people try to bring this city down. I know that there is still high unemployment here (especially among African American males). I know that there is a good deal of crime at times in some parts of the city.
I know that there are people who move out of this city after getting tired of being asked where they went to high school for the one-millionth time.
These people are not considered refugees.
They are leaving on their own volition.
But as I always say - the data is not really that accurate.
Most lists that include StL as the most dangerous in the country (now world) do not count the city as most other areas of the country do. StL county is not counted as part of StL. Almost every other area of the nation includes the entire metropolitan area in their city counts.
Not to say that the county is crime free, but they don't have as many violent crimes. They just have kidnappings, meth labs, cocaine parties, and a ton of other events in recent history that I won't list because some one is bound to think I am making light of the various situations, but please, do your research.
When you do count the city and the county together, the statistics for StL drop enormously.
I'm not going to argue that there are not a lot of crimes in the city, but it definitely does not compare to many other places. If you watch local news here, there is a constant barrage of crime being shared (though I'm not sure if that is because there is a lot of it, or if it is because that is what local people expect to see on their news channels. And if you really look at the local news (which I cannot stand, sorry Ms Huda), you could see that most of the crimes are taking place in the same spots of the city.
I am not going to hate on the author of the story for not looking at statistics appropriately.
But I am going to hate on the author for saying that "East St. Louis is the area of nearly 65% of the crime".
EAST ST. LOUIS IS NOT THE SAME CITY AS ST. LOUIS. It's not even in the same state. There is a huge (though sometimes not so high with all the drought) river that separates the two cities. And if you want to get even more technical with it, not all of the area on the east side of the river is East StL. There are other cities that people tend to lump together that are not actually part of EStL. Perhaps that is causing that area to have a worse rap than it should. If you include East Saint in the statistics, then you should include the whole metro area, fo' real.
All in all, the blog sucks.
And now that I think about it, this is what is to blame for some of the students I teach and young people I see around the area.
They think they are super hard as shit.
Why shouldn't they even though most of them have never been in a fight, never seen a gun, maybe been detained for MIP of weed, and never had to deal with any large amount of trauma, let alone having a bomb drop on your house in the middle of the night?
And why shouldn't they when each year they hear that their "city" is among the most dangerous in the country? They all think of the city as the whole metropolitan area. And they don't watch the news or have classes that teach about what is going on in the world, so I guess according to them (and the author of this blog) they do live in the third most dangerous area of the world.
These people are the reason that I often feel like Lauryn Hill. Even after all my logic and my theory, I (often want to) add a mother-fucka so you ignant n----s hear me. Remember. Take notes.
"Zealots".
Why?
Because Saint Louis is the 3rd most dangerous city in the world.
Don't laugh.
It is, according to Urbantitan.
We are further up the list than Mogadishu. Higher than Caracas, higher than a city in Chechnya, and way higher than a city in Pakistan, where al-Qaeda kidnaps US reporters.
I know I shouldn't take this mess seriously, but come on now.
To compare any US city to the listed international cities and so many more cities where people really do fear for their lives daily is absurd.
I have never gone to sleep with ear plugs in due to the noise of the bombs; I have never had to sleep with night shades over my eyes so that the bright lights of the exploding bombs and missiles don't keep me awake.
I have never had to walk through shrapnel, crumbled buildings, streets filled with tanks, alleys full of soldiers reloading and resting up before the next evenings attacks.
I have never had to adjust where I walk so that I don't have to risk my small child seeing and walking over piles of dead bodies.
I have never had to see (in real life) the disfigured, dismembered bodies of my neighbors or co-workers.I know that people try to bring this city down. I know that there is still high unemployment here (especially among African American males). I know that there is a good deal of crime at times in some parts of the city.
I know that there are people who move out of this city after getting tired of being asked where they went to high school for the one-millionth time.
These people are not considered refugees.
They are leaving on their own volition.
But as I always say - the data is not really that accurate.
Most lists that include StL as the most dangerous in the country (now world) do not count the city as most other areas of the country do. StL county is not counted as part of StL. Almost every other area of the nation includes the entire metropolitan area in their city counts.
Not to say that the county is crime free, but they don't have as many violent crimes. They just have kidnappings, meth labs, cocaine parties, and a ton of other events in recent history that I won't list because some one is bound to think I am making light of the various situations, but please, do your research.When you do count the city and the county together, the statistics for StL drop enormously.
I'm not going to argue that there are not a lot of crimes in the city, but it definitely does not compare to many other places. If you watch local news here, there is a constant barrage of crime being shared (though I'm not sure if that is because there is a lot of it, or if it is because that is what local people expect to see on their news channels. And if you really look at the local news (which I cannot stand, sorry Ms Huda), you could see that most of the crimes are taking place in the same spots of the city.
I am not going to hate on the author of the story for not looking at statistics appropriately.
But I am going to hate on the author for saying that "East St. Louis is the area of nearly 65% of the crime".
EAST ST. LOUIS IS NOT THE SAME CITY AS ST. LOUIS. It's not even in the same state. There is a huge (though sometimes not so high with all the drought) river that separates the two cities. And if you want to get even more technical with it, not all of the area on the east side of the river is East StL. There are other cities that people tend to lump together that are not actually part of EStL. Perhaps that is causing that area to have a worse rap than it should. If you include East Saint in the statistics, then you should include the whole metro area, fo' real.
All in all, the blog sucks.
And now that I think about it, this is what is to blame for some of the students I teach and young people I see around the area.
They think they are super hard as shit.
Why shouldn't they even though most of them have never been in a fight, never seen a gun, maybe been detained for MIP of weed, and never had to deal with any large amount of trauma, let alone having a bomb drop on your house in the middle of the night?
And why shouldn't they when each year they hear that their "city" is among the most dangerous in the country? They all think of the city as the whole metropolitan area. And they don't watch the news or have classes that teach about what is going on in the world, so I guess according to them (and the author of this blog) they do live in the third most dangerous area of the world.
These people are the reason that I often feel like Lauryn Hill. Even after all my logic and my theory, I (often want to) add a mother-fucka so you ignant n----s hear me. Remember. Take notes.
"Zealots".
29 April 2011
More than a pain in the neck
I seem to experience pains and circumstances like no one else that I personally know. There are the simple dairy issues, the more complex back problems, and the even more worrisome cancer scares. More recently, I have had a lupus scare lending itself to some skin issues that are going to be with me permanently and have forever changed the way I will do my hair.
About a month and a half ago I was out eating a lovely sushi meal with my local sister and my brother from another mother and father and noticed a small bump on my neck. I thought it was a pimple and made a note to look at it when I got home. I didn't. I remembered it a couple days later. It was way larger and felt nothing like a pimple. But I wasn't too worried. Then it got larger and harder. I went to the dermatologist. He said he couldn't deal with it since it was too far under the skin. I went to a general surgeon who sent me to get an ultrasound.
All in all, this lead to some incredible worrying. And a lot of sub plan writing - one of the truly annoying things about being a teacher is that you can't just take a day off. There has to be a plan for every hour and you have to write it all down for the person who will cover your classes for you. It takes way longer to do sub plans than to actually stick out sicknesses and go to work. Unfortunately, doctors don't work around my school day.
But, back to my neck. The lump was growing. It was becoming a nuisance when I swallowed, yawned, accidentally put the toothbrush too far and gagged when I was cleaning my tongue - it was really annoying. And becoming more and more scary! What was this growth?!?!?!
The surgeon said it was likely a thyroglossal duct cyst - which he said usually develop in early childhood. This added more to my confusion. I know I can be immature at times, but WTF? Am I a mutant? Why is this happening to me?
He said it could be removed easily. I set up a surgery date for two and a half weeks from that appointment. And that began two and a half weeks of worry.
I have several doctors in the family, but I also watch a lot of doctor shows. I have seen simple surgery turn into a life-long nightmare. I have seen doctors leave items in body cavities and seen doctors operate on the wrong portion of a patient.
I went in this past Tuesday for the procedure. Fortunately, my siblings were kind of sympathetic when I called and told them that I had had enough and that I was going to slit my throat. One of them was really worried and thought I was actually suicidal. But when I offered her my nice tv, she seemed ok with it all.
Luckily the worst part was not eating after midnight prior to the surgery. The procedure was scheduled for 1:45, but the doctor was an hour late. I was so hungry that I was actually past hunger. I assume that my insides were already digesting my body... that would explain why I was significantly lighter when I stepped on the scale than I have been for over four years. Oh, and not being able to take headache medicine or any other medicine for a week before the surgery - great time for my sinus to become completely f-ed up (neti-pot is my new best friend).
Actually, the worst part was not not eating before surgery. It has been trying to eat after surgery. The tube used during anesthesia caused irritation afterward, then the fact that they cut portions of my throat muscles and throat bones out has caused significant pain during eating, chewing, drinking, and any activity that involves moving the tongue besides talking. Also, my neck is swollen and sore when I try and lay down or turn over when in bed. As soon as I finish writing this, I am going to go back and get the cold pack and lay it out on my neck.
Unfortunately, it took me two days to realize that I could be taking two pills for pain instead of just one at a time. That made a huge difference. I still don't see why people get addicted to these sort of pills, but I guess my demographics don't fit the usual suspects for prescription drug abuse.
I took the gauze off yesterday and am now looking like a black Mrs. Frankenstein. The stitches stick out more than the actual incision - which should blend a bit with the natural neck folds when they unsew my neck in a little over a week. I guess there go my chances of showing a lot of neck when I finally get a chance on Tyra's modeling show.
Hopefully, this is the last of my medical ailments for a long time.
Oh, yeah. All this happened after a massive tornado impacted my school district and made several of my students and colleagues homeless. I feel for them and the people in the southwest recovering from that devastation.
Oh, and while this was all happening, I was doing another cycle of SIOL for 30 days. I even managed to wear my six to the hospital for the procedure since Tuesday was the last day of the project. I will continue until the end of May with my Project 333 challenge.
About a month and a half ago I was out eating a lovely sushi meal with my local sister and my brother from another mother and father and noticed a small bump on my neck. I thought it was a pimple and made a note to look at it when I got home. I didn't. I remembered it a couple days later. It was way larger and felt nothing like a pimple. But I wasn't too worried. Then it got larger and harder. I went to the dermatologist. He said he couldn't deal with it since it was too far under the skin. I went to a general surgeon who sent me to get an ultrasound.
All in all, this lead to some incredible worrying. And a lot of sub plan writing - one of the truly annoying things about being a teacher is that you can't just take a day off. There has to be a plan for every hour and you have to write it all down for the person who will cover your classes for you. It takes way longer to do sub plans than to actually stick out sicknesses and go to work. Unfortunately, doctors don't work around my school day.
But, back to my neck. The lump was growing. It was becoming a nuisance when I swallowed, yawned, accidentally put the toothbrush too far and gagged when I was cleaning my tongue - it was really annoying. And becoming more and more scary! What was this growth?!?!?!
The surgeon said it was likely a thyroglossal duct cyst - which he said usually develop in early childhood. This added more to my confusion. I know I can be immature at times, but WTF? Am I a mutant? Why is this happening to me?
He said it could be removed easily. I set up a surgery date for two and a half weeks from that appointment. And that began two and a half weeks of worry.
I have several doctors in the family, but I also watch a lot of doctor shows. I have seen simple surgery turn into a life-long nightmare. I have seen doctors leave items in body cavities and seen doctors operate on the wrong portion of a patient.
I went in this past Tuesday for the procedure. Fortunately, my siblings were kind of sympathetic when I called and told them that I had had enough and that I was going to slit my throat. One of them was really worried and thought I was actually suicidal. But when I offered her my nice tv, she seemed ok with it all.
Luckily the worst part was not eating after midnight prior to the surgery. The procedure was scheduled for 1:45, but the doctor was an hour late. I was so hungry that I was actually past hunger. I assume that my insides were already digesting my body... that would explain why I was significantly lighter when I stepped on the scale than I have been for over four years. Oh, and not being able to take headache medicine or any other medicine for a week before the surgery - great time for my sinus to become completely f-ed up (neti-pot is my new best friend).
Unfortunately, it took me two days to realize that I could be taking two pills for pain instead of just one at a time. That made a huge difference. I still don't see why people get addicted to these sort of pills, but I guess my demographics don't fit the usual suspects for prescription drug abuse.
I took the gauze off yesterday and am now looking like a black Mrs. Frankenstein. The stitches stick out more than the actual incision - which should blend a bit with the natural neck folds when they unsew my neck in a little over a week. I guess there go my chances of showing a lot of neck when I finally get a chance on Tyra's modeling show.
Hopefully, this is the last of my medical ailments for a long time.
Oh, yeah. All this happened after a massive tornado impacted my school district and made several of my students and colleagues homeless. I feel for them and the people in the southwest recovering from that devastation.
Oh, and while this was all happening, I was doing another cycle of SIOL for 30 days. I even managed to wear my six to the hospital for the procedure since Tuesday was the last day of the project. I will continue until the end of May with my Project 333 challenge.
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