Ride my Thought Train, will you? ALL ABOARD
So its 2250 and I'm almost kinda tired. I would indulge in some tele but for some reason, all the "Killers at Large" and "Cops Who Murder Their Wives and Get Away With It" (Complete with their interviews:"If I did it, this is how") are on after 2100. Why, I ask?
WHY? Who falls asleep watching this grizly crap? Certainly not me. As much of and optimist as I try to be, I am certainly the "unwanted bad thoughts" type of depressive. So who will be afraid to leave the house after watching the third story about the 39 year old wife and mother found in a ditch 30 miles from her home? Yeppers, that's me.
Yes, I'm the one who would have her SSN tatooed for positive ID when her nekkid body is found in a shallow grave outside Redding after the Spring Thaw, only the whole number tatoo thing freaks me out in a Holocaust kinda way. Still, the tats I do get will go a long way toward positive ID in case I don't die a slow painful cancerous death.
Did I mention the morose mindset? I really did think it was Spring, ya'll.
I need it to be Spring. My Almond tree has the right idea, though:
Did I mention Trading Spaces is making some seriously ugly rooms? How'm I supposed to sleep with hideous designs in my head?
In other news, Girl Scout Thinking Day is the day when Girl Scouts consider all the different countries and cultures that embrace Girl Scouts and Girl Guides. We consider the basic belief system that can run through such a diverse and divergent range of peoples, and learn about different cultures where the ideals of Girl Scouting (Girl Guides) are upheld.
Primary among those beliefs are leadership, stewardship, accountability. We take responsibility for our actions, and leave a place, (the world) better than when we found it. We seek to learn and improve ourselves, to expand our horizons. Let me tell you something about these girls, being raised by the Wannabe Nouveau Riche Spoiled Princess Hause Fraus (managed to get cliches from two languages in there!) here in the East Bay, in my beloved and abandoned Stepford. These girls are a force to be reckoned with. Just as my mother in law accidentally raised a colorblind son by pawning him off on the housekeeper and sending him to camp for underpriveleged black kids to be fashionably charitable, these women are creating intelligent, aware, strong, sensitive, self-possessed, kind and loving women by shoving them into any group activity that will look good on a college application. They drop them off at scouts like its a play group and we leaders who actually believe in something try to put an hour or so of something real into these kids' heads twice a month, and some of it sticks.
Elementary school "multi use room" (because no one will pay for a cafeteria, auditorium, AND a gym) is set up with a circle of tables. Each troop gets two tables to set up a display about their country of choice (ostensibly chosen at random) including an activity and/or snack pertinent to the country of origin. The girls are supposed to be developing into self-governance, so the teaching level should be appropriate to the grade level of the girls. We chose Chile, (mostly because its looks a little like a chili,) so mostly our facts were along the lines of "the flag looks a little like ours. They have independence day too. When its hot there, its cold here, and vice versa. The water goes the other way down the drain." Mostly the girls wanted to do the craft, get to take their little SWAP home and get on to a country that had a snack. Then the fourth and fifth grade girls came. They were scary in a "There's Hope for Humanity" kind of way. Not only were they interested, some of them were FASCINATED. They leafed through our books, they asked questions. I thought I was going to have to answer for some frightening political inconsistencies.
Two girls in particular, I looked into their eyes and saw fire. That burning intelligence that drinks up fact and works it. I hope to GOD their paths aren't too very rocky or too very smooth. Raw potential like that humbles me, excites me, frightens me. It was unbelievably beautiful.
I'm a weirdo, a kind of walking contradiction, what with my temple and my altar and avatars and incense. With my foul language and "instinctive" hard-assed (excuse me, "tough love") parenting style. My reverence for children guides me mostly, I guess, and the Girl Scouts embodies pretty much everything I believe. Without the ridiculous constraints with regard to sexuality that plague their male counterparts, the Girl Scouts are feminism and multicultralism as a way of life. Love it.
Now I will take my little sleepy pill what makes me stop dreaming about the bad mens and go ni'ni'. Pray Max sleeps til morning, ya'll.
Goodnight, Gracie.
PS: sorry I didn't lj cut.
WHY? Who falls asleep watching this grizly crap? Certainly not me. As much of and optimist as I try to be, I am certainly the "unwanted bad thoughts" type of depressive. So who will be afraid to leave the house after watching the third story about the 39 year old wife and mother found in a ditch 30 miles from her home? Yeppers, that's me.
Yes, I'm the one who would have her SSN tatooed for positive ID when her nekkid body is found in a shallow grave outside Redding after the Spring Thaw, only the whole number tatoo thing freaks me out in a Holocaust kinda way. Still, the tats I do get will go a long way toward positive ID in case I don't die a slow painful cancerous death.
Did I mention the morose mindset? I really did think it was Spring, ya'll.
I need it to be Spring. My Almond tree has the right idea, though:
Did I mention Trading Spaces is making some seriously ugly rooms? How'm I supposed to sleep with hideous designs in my head?
In other news, Girl Scout Thinking Day is the day when Girl Scouts consider all the different countries and cultures that embrace Girl Scouts and Girl Guides. We consider the basic belief system that can run through such a diverse and divergent range of peoples, and learn about different cultures where the ideals of Girl Scouting (Girl Guides) are upheld.
Primary among those beliefs are leadership, stewardship, accountability. We take responsibility for our actions, and leave a place, (the world) better than when we found it. We seek to learn and improve ourselves, to expand our horizons. Let me tell you something about these girls, being raised by the Wannabe Nouveau Riche Spoiled Princess Hause Fraus (managed to get cliches from two languages in there!) here in the East Bay, in my beloved and abandoned Stepford. These girls are a force to be reckoned with. Just as my mother in law accidentally raised a colorblind son by pawning him off on the housekeeper and sending him to camp for underpriveleged black kids to be fashionably charitable, these women are creating intelligent, aware, strong, sensitive, self-possessed, kind and loving women by shoving them into any group activity that will look good on a college application. They drop them off at scouts like its a play group and we leaders who actually believe in something try to put an hour or so of something real into these kids' heads twice a month, and some of it sticks.
Elementary school "multi use room" (because no one will pay for a cafeteria, auditorium, AND a gym) is set up with a circle of tables. Each troop gets two tables to set up a display about their country of choice (ostensibly chosen at random) including an activity and/or snack pertinent to the country of origin. The girls are supposed to be developing into self-governance, so the teaching level should be appropriate to the grade level of the girls. We chose Chile, (mostly because its looks a little like a chili,) so mostly our facts were along the lines of "the flag looks a little like ours. They have independence day too. When its hot there, its cold here, and vice versa. The water goes the other way down the drain." Mostly the girls wanted to do the craft, get to take their little SWAP home and get on to a country that had a snack. Then the fourth and fifth grade girls came. They were scary in a "There's Hope for Humanity" kind of way. Not only were they interested, some of them were FASCINATED. They leafed through our books, they asked questions. I thought I was going to have to answer for some frightening political inconsistencies.
Two girls in particular, I looked into their eyes and saw fire. That burning intelligence that drinks up fact and works it. I hope to GOD their paths aren't too very rocky or too very smooth. Raw potential like that humbles me, excites me, frightens me. It was unbelievably beautiful.
I'm a weirdo, a kind of walking contradiction, what with my temple and my altar and avatars and incense. With my foul language and "instinctive" hard-assed (excuse me, "tough love") parenting style. My reverence for children guides me mostly, I guess, and the Girl Scouts embodies pretty much everything I believe. Without the ridiculous constraints with regard to sexuality that plague their male counterparts, the Girl Scouts are feminism and multicultralism as a way of life. Love it.
Now I will take my little sleepy pill what makes me stop dreaming about the bad mens and go ni'ni'. Pray Max sleeps til morning, ya'll.
Goodnight, Gracie.
PS: sorry I didn't lj cut.