I can’t agree that life is all about suffering. I Just think that most people do suffer because they’re focused on things that aren’t important to them- Hmmm, I’ll have to investigate Buddhism becuase this internet quiz said I should. What a world we live in!
February 28, 2007
apparently I am Buddhist
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You scored as Buddhism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Buddhism. Do more research on Buddhism and possibly consider becoming Buddhist, if you are not already.
In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths: (1) Life is suffering. (2) All suffering is caused by ignorance of the nature of reality and the craving, attachment, and grasping that result from such ignorance. (3) Suffering can be ended by overcoming ignorance and attachment. (4) The path to the suppression of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path, which consists of right views, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right-mindedness, and right contemplation. These eight are usually divided into three categories that base the Buddhist faith: morality, wisdom, and samadhi, or concentration. In Buddhism, there is no hierarchy, nor caste system; the Buddha taught that one’s spiritual worth is not based on birth.
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religion
religion is just so stupid. I’m trying to read this children’s illustrated version of the old testament so that my kids will at least have some cultural understanding of stories that shape people’s collective consciousness. David and Goliath, Samson & Delilah, Noah’s Ark, etc. I believe that knowing these stories will ease their communication skills as adults, as will watching a certain amount of popular movies and television. So that when they step out into the rest of the world they will be able to communicate with the dummies in their employ.
OK so the Israelites have this “ark” that they keep with them and hold sacred (even though the statues and other “sacred things” of other religions are considered idols, this ark is somehow an exception) They go into some battle and it is decided that the reason they lost the battle is because this ark wasn’t near enough? never mind that when they WIN a battle it’s because God is on their side. When they lose it’s because the ark isn’t near enough? HUH? Why didn’t they decide that they lost because God wanted them to know that fighitng is wrong? It’s amazing the conclusions that people come to based upon where they think they stand with God.
If God created humans, did they ever think that maybe God loves ALL humans? I created my kids. Each of my kids shows their love for me differently. One kid makes me presents all the time, one writes me love notes and poems, one kid helps clean house and make things pretty. (I have five) I don’t care how they do it, I’m just glad they do, I think it’s so sweet and it makes me want to show them my love, too. If we are to believe that this God created all of us and the world, I just can’t imagine why people think it matters what religion we are. AS IF God really cares how we love him. I’ll tell you one thing when my kids fight with each other, no amount of loving me is going to help save their souls. As a creator him(or her) self, I can only Imagine that if there is a God who interacts with us that he (or she) woudl feel the same way.
I do think there’s a God, but I don’t think it’s a seperate being I believe it’s made of the same substance that our souls are and that substance is love. All this war and fighting in the world is so wrong, so very wrong. killing others is wrong. for any reason. Religion is wrong. Nothing sideswipes people’s natural spiritual nature more deeply than organized religion. God is within us, above us, between us and around us. Heaven is part of us. Hell is what we make when we’re not heavenly. It makes me sad that so many people are so hung up on their religion instead of simply understanding that God is part of them, why are they looking for him in books and buildings?.
Do they really think that God favors one group of people over another? How selfish is that? Jesus is the son of God and so is every other man. I and every other woman am the daughters of God. Prophets are a dime a dozen. Modern writers impart just as much wisdom as the writers B.C. And I’ve seen several discovery channel shows about HOW the books of the Bible were selected. There was nothing special about the process. There were a few choices (Hmmm how many scrolls survived?) It was political. (Someone had to finance the translations and compilations, thank you King James) .
I hope when my kids grow up they think and question and don’t accept BS like this for the truth. The truth is that good is good and evil is evil and killing, hating and meanness are bad. Prejudice is bad. Believing that Jesus will “save you” from eternal damnation is so crazy. LIVING a moral life will save you from creating a hellish life here on earth. WWJD was probably the most CORRECT campaign ever. Whether or not J really lived amodel life I have no idea, nor do I care. Everyone should strive to always be honest, fair, friendly, helpful, considerate, caring, courageous, strong, responsible for what they say and do, respect themselves and others, respect (but question) authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place, and live by the Girl Scout law. THAT will “save” you far more than publicly declaring that J is your saviour.
I think J really was a good man because if I understand it correctly he woudl travel around trying to teach people to mend their ways. I am sure he never said “ALl you have to do is know in your heart that I am God’s son and I will save you. Keep on with your enslavement and your drinkign and prostitution, just know that I am going to die for you and you’ll be OK. DOn’t get me started on the whole “he died for you” thing. Argh.
goodnight.
February 27, 2007
Bangs
This is what I came home to last night from work. Look past the runny nose, past the chubby cheeks and past the sleepy eyes and into the bangs. Yes, the bangs. She had no bangs when I left for work and yet when I get home she’s got bangs. I believe it is the fault of my recently snaggle-toothed 6 year old. She has a long standing reputation as a (not very talented) barber. It all started when she was about two years old. Then again at 2 and a half and then a couple more times before she turned four. I think she’s relapsed. I wonder if the baby will have psychological damage from hearing me say so very many times “She looks so stupid now.” I doubt it. Hopefully they’ll grow quickly. I’ve always hated short bangs. Once they hit the eyebrow they’ll be OK. And I really screwed up she will never admit it was her because I actually said “When I find out who did this they will wake up bald.” WHat was I thinking? Why am I so inclined to making empty threats that really do the opposite of what I want? I wanted her to admit it, now I have made truth-telling a very scary proposition. Ahhh- another day another day.
February 25, 2007
First Tooth, take 3
My Sweet G1 has lost her first tooth. She’s so tough. All the time she’s asking me to wiggle her teeth to see if there’s a loose one. Last night I was surprised to discover that it was VERY loose. In a time-honored practice we began teasing her with the pliers, the wrench and other scary tools. She appeared to know we were kidding, with her hand on her hip rolling her eyes at our crazy suggestions. Then she went into the bathroom and yanked it out herself. From the time I confirmed it was loose to the time it came out was less than 1/2 an hour. I’ve never had a kid do that before.
update- apparently she pulled it out with pliers herself. eek!
name hog
i just liked the name of this blog- and it was available. I’m babysitting it.
February 20, 2007
Little Miss Sunshine
why on earth is this movie winning awards? I must be so out of touch with other people. Everyone is saying it was a comedy- I didn’t even think anything in it was funny. at all. The entire movie was miserable. It would have been depressing if the characters had any depth. Grandpa is a gutter-mouthed drug addict. The parents know this and still leave him in charge of the little girl. Uncle gay-suicidal is like the stupidest stereotype of a gay man- wimp wimp wimp with no personality- what is a Proust scholar? Did anyone know before this movie? I had to look it up- I’m wondering “what the hell?” Mom and dad are idiots. Dad is such a loser bum trying to sell his motivational program but acting like an idiot. Their cross-country trip was ridiculous. Dead Grandpa in the trunk? seriously, that wasn’t funny either. In the end, the white-trash decide that pageant life is for losers (for once I can agree) and they go home. whatever- this was stupid. the all-time stupidest movie I have ever seen. The “hilarious” strip-dancing scene at the end was horrible. Not funny. Nothing in this movie was funny. I sure hope that this movie won’t become a trend-setter. I keopt re-reading the reviews on the back of the box. It actually said “heartwarming comedy” or something like that. It wasn’t heartwarming. Annie was heartwarming. Pollyanna was heartwarming. A lot of movies are heartwarming. Little Miss Sunshine wasn’t. It was stupid.
February 10, 2007
Our Sleep Habits & Daily Routine
NOTE- the date on this post is one year before it was actually written. It started as me going off on a tangent from another post and I decided to leave it as a link from the original post (which is probably how you got here) in case anyone wondered.
No naps. The only one napping in our house is E2 (2 mos old) G2 doesn’t usually nap- I know other people are having their 2 yr old nap but we don’t. Sometimes she will melt down in the middle of the day, when that happens she brings me a story to read (a signal that says she’s tired) and I will take her to bed and snuggle up under the blankets to read it to her. She falls asleep in the middle of the day maybe once a month. If she’s tired, she’s tired and sometimes a toddler might be growing or battling a germ and need more sleep.
We get ready for bed right after Dinner (which is generally around 7pm). Once dinner has been eaten, the kids are putting on their pajamas and brushing their teeth. Then play in their pajamas for a while, while my honey and I hang out in our nest (he’s watching ABC News Nightline and I’m writing this)
Bedtime at our house is determined by the collective internal clock, not the clock on the wall. Just because the clock says 9pm doesn’t mean that’s bedtime. If they’re not tired, they’re not tired. I don’t go to bed when I’m not tired, why should I expect a child to?
With that said, you might be picturing us up all night or something, but that’s not the case. When kids get tired, they melt down and turn into whining little monsters who can’t cope with anything. And it’s contagious. In one instant G1, M2 and G2 will all be in tears and I will say the magic words “Give Daddy kisses and come listen to stories now” and they will all meet me in the upstairs kids bedroom and fall asleep snuggled up to me and each other while
I read the stories they have chosen (youngest to oldest)
We have the same 3 hours between dinner and bedtime that the family on the news had, only our time is spend doing enjoyable things, not fixated upon forcing the kids to sleep.
The older kids (ages 14 and 11) put themselves to sleep. They’re usually already in their room or talking my honey’s ear off while he mutes the TV show he wanted to watch. They’re sent down to bed when I come out of the littles’ bedroom. M1 has been playing her Nintendo DS to fall asleep, and E1 has been reading Don Quixote.
E2 (2 months old) goes to sleep usually around the same time I do. Sometimes I go to bed after she does. Sometimes before. She’s a baby so her internal rhythm isn’t totally synced with ours yet, she’s still adjusting to life her in our house. She naps most of the day, depending on what other stimulation is available.
We don’t live by the clock. I don’t know what time we eat Breakfast. I wake up before the kids so I can have my coffee in peace. I wake them up about an hour later, so I can be sure they’re not up all night long (sometimes the older two will giggle and giggle into the night inventing things, writing songs and stories, and not falling asleep at a decent hour. Our day starts around 8am, and if they’re not up and dressed with their beds made by the time breakfast is on the table, they don’t get breakfast.
After breakfast, we do school work, starting with the 3 R’s and then we have lunch. While I am putting lunch on the table, the girls have a few minutes to be wild, play outside, and clean up their chore, whatever it is it probably isn’t very messy since the only people who haven’t been focused on a task is G2 (who never has to do schoolwork) and M2 (who does math and reading and writing sometimes she’s only 4 so she doesn’t really have to do it, but sometimes, she does.)
After lunch, we do Science and History as a group, then we have a snack. G2 and M2 are free to play at that point, having heard the main History or Science story before snack. E1 and M1 have to seek out materials to study further and then write about it. G1 and M2 have different activities that they do of History and Science each day. One day they’ll give me a narration of what they have learned. Other days, they’ll color in blackline maps of the area we’re been studying, or maybe a coloring page based on the life of a Scientist, or other historically noteworthy person place or event, or whatever we’re studying in Science. Sometimes the older girls are researching something for a writing assignment (E1 chooses her own topics) Other days we’ll have an experiment or project, and the older kids and younger kids will have to work together to help each other reach their goal. Most days these projects run until 5 or 6pm.
One by one, they’ll float away from schoolwork to play. I’m usually scrubbing something or writing something, and as they float away, I send them back to clean up their mess. When we’re down to just one or two girls focused on schoolwork, I usually start making Dinner. I’ve got 2 girls learning to cook right now, so one of them will be in the kitchen with me.
Sometimes the Dinner will be easy enough that they don’t need my hands-on help, but I’ll read a book in the kitchen while they’re working anyways, just to make sure things stay sanitary, and, well, because I just can’t let go, I guess.
We eat Dinner (and almost every other meal) at the table as a family, and After dinner the kids bring their plates to the sink and then the whole bedtime thing starts all over again. Life is a cycle. We don’t need to look at the clock to know we’re hungry or tired. We don’t wake up to alarm clocks most days, our life isn’t structured that way.
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