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And other things I thought I would never say

Published October 19, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Today I had breakfast with EH. His baby mama and baby are spending the week with my sister-in-law and my nieces.

If you think that sentence looks weird, imagine saying and having to live it without flinging hot liquids on anyone and everyone.

But, I’m choosing to rise above because I finished one contract today and took today to fiddle dee dee my day away.  I had a conversation with EH that didn’t involve or me yelling, “Half, you adulterous fiend!” because I am a nice person who is rising above and was trying to enjoy a nice breakfast with delicious coffee. While we were catching up, I said something else I never thought I would catch myself saying:

“Miley Cyrus did something sort of cool.”

I think her spoof of her own song on SNL last week was fun and topical and showed a willingness to laugh at yourself which is a huge sign of maturity and not a little courage.  I know political satire isn’t for everyone, but I personally think she made a strong statement by commenting on the sheer crazy of the situation that the GOP created last week.

Interesting how she is taking charge of her own career and at least having some ownership in her own crazy.  I find that hella-interesting (another think I never thought I would say.  Why yes, I did mean think, not  thing, because it’s’ a thought I probably should keep to myself, but here it is.) because there just about every hour I see or read something that I makes me wonder what has our society wrought that makes people completely lose the run of themselves and then refuse to own up to it?

It’s a puzzler, but after living with the AATGH for four years, and he lied so much it was practically a language, it doesn’t surprise me.

I’m not going to say nothing surprises me anymore because I know that as soon as I commit that thought into out-loudness (I guess that would be audible.) House Cat will come tap dancing into the room twirling a cane and wearing a rainbow stripped afro wig. I wouldn’t be surprised, just disappointed that no one else would see it, kind of like the Michigan J. Frog thing, but with a funky jazzy cat.

Not surprising. I bet House Cat would definitely own up to her behavior if it involved a cat treat.

Maybe that’s what we need to do. Use some operant conditioning on the people that are acting like big babies. I would suggest trying to squirt them with a water pistol when they do something they’re not supposed to and give them a piece of chocolate when they behave like grown-ups.

Except, aren’t grown-ups supposed to know how to behave?

I think I’ll go ask Miley

I’ve always had problems with perspective

Published July 2, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

When I was in Grad School, one of my fellow victims was doing her research on the effect of  drawing lessons on a Early Education student’s overall perceptions of spacial relations.

I really wanted to be a participant in this project. Not as a teacher, but as a student.

I do not draw well and I have a legitimate problem discerning a straight line on a page without a point of reference.  You probably don’t want to know how hard it is to figure out how learn dance moves without mirroring the instructor.

It has always left me wondering how different my life would have been if I had learned perspective drawing when I was six.

There are many things that alter my perspective on a daily basis.

Yesterday I saw a woman who I am  now going to refer to as The High Priestess of the Hospital District.

Like any large city, my hometown has a fairly large homeless population, they are just spread out in various areas, so it is hard to discern their number.  I have been making it my business to be more aware of people in general, maybe to diffuse my internal rage by acknowledge that not every person on the planet is some sort of lying, self-serving sack of swill that is on the planet to harsh my mellow.

Six months ago, I apparently went insane and scheduled a bunch of appointments that I promptly forgot about, so now I’m dashing around trying to figure out when and where I have to be and why it is all at inconvenient times.

I was heading over to the hospital district and noticed that the city has added a new,exciting wrinkle to the always pleasant cruise down the steamy crowded drive by digging several giant ditches in what used to  be the far right lane. If you aren’t paying attention, you might actually drive your small car into them, where it would flip and you would lie turtle like until someone helps you. (This didn’t happen to me, but it is the kind of thing I might do. )

As I was steaming and fuming trying to get to this appointment I noticed a woman in a toga strolling down the street. It wasn’t a full toga, it was just a pristine white sheet draped artfully across her stomach and shoulders partially covering her bike shorts and sports bra.   She was also carrying several large handbags.

She seemed fairly content and showed no shame in her odd appearance. She looked like she was having a pretty good day.

I have to say it did alter my perspective. It did make me wish I could draw.