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« Reply #1410 on: January 29, 2012, 11:47:24 AM »



If you quit moving, they throw dirt on you.

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« Reply #1411 on: February 11, 2012, 07:34:20 PM »
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Are there any elephants left to hunt, TT?

Quite a few as a matter of fact and the gigantic trophy fees are the main source of revenue for the game departments which protect their habitat and ward off poachers. Not to mention the elephants taken are one of the few sources of protein for the locals.

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« Reply #1412 on: February 12, 2012, 03:18:14 PM »
Beats me.

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« Reply #1413 on: February 12, 2012, 11:28:32 PM »
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2007/03/ivory-wars/fay-text

I could go on.

It is not the fault of poor Africans that elephants are endangered. Or Asians.
Their landscape and habitat will die if the elephants die out. And humanity will be morally impoverished beyond recovery.
The Africans' suffering is the result of lack of equal educational and economic opportunity, corrupt governments and tribalism.

The "first" world's majority indifference is the result of arrogance, lack of empathy or spiritual imagination, and a confusion about "dominion" versus "stewardship." It is a tragic incomprehension.

Short-term protein need is completely understandable.
Standing by while species vanish from the earth...

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GRITS

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« Reply #1415 on: March 04, 2012, 03:14:46 PM »



"Wanting to move from a place where you came from

I'ts as healthy and human as it's pointless and vain".

From the lyrics of Not the Concept


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« Reply #1416 on: March 08, 2012, 11:05:32 PM »
I have a mouse that comes in and out of my house.  I'm trying to find out where it gets in but this mouse I think is a social mouse.  The darn thing shows up when it hears me talking.  It will sit on my counter just chillin and let me get close to it. 

I set traps (that won't kill it) so I can release it Somewhere Far, Far Away!!   Figures I would get the Weirdo Mouse!

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« Reply #1417 on: March 09, 2012, 03:07:25 AM »
Maybe some animals feel that they belong with the humans. "Hey I'm one of you guys".

Peppermint oil & Tabasco Sauce & Ammonia are supposed to help? Since they don't like strong scents then maybe cleaning with Pinesol would help? I never tried it.

Maybe she is not coming into the house from outside when she hears you talk, maybe she is already in your house and just comes out of her little house within the bigger house. The mouse probably wonders what you are doing in it's house.  

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« Reply #1418 on: March 11, 2012, 06:58:50 AM »
Hi Starlight,

Thanks for the tip I'm going to try that.   The mouse is gone and I sure don't want any of his family coming by for a visit.  This little mouse that I have only seen this week twice did a number on the insulation that surrounds the oven on my stove.  It is being taken apart tommorrow and replaced.   That's alright because I didn't need to cook today since my frig/freezer broke.  All the food had to be thrown out but I did get to clean since I replaced my dryer that broke only two weeks ago (lol).   

I was also offered a 12 year old cat with no teeth but claws and a 7 year old cat with no claws but teeth.  Soooooooooooo...........whadda ya gonna do!!   Replace, Repair, Shop, and Adopt.


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« Reply #1419 on: April 12, 2012, 10:21:48 PM »
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/47034017

This photo strikes me as very odd. Just like most of humanity strikes me as very odd.

I like/luv art but a glass of water has more real practical value than a painted canvas. The machine gun???

How can the perceived value of an object become so great that a guy stands there threatening to kill somebody if they sneeze on it. Can you imagine being the artist in a time machine opening up the door then looking out to see a guy with a machine gun garding his painting and to know that it's worth more than what most people ever make in their entire lifetimes?
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« Reply #1420 on: April 13, 2012, 07:39:25 AM »
Absurd, isn't it?

I could go on & on, about this topic!! But, for now... my only observation is that when people NEED shelter, food & clothing (in that order)... it's absolutely rational to use that same Cezanne to patch a hole in a roof. Value changes with context, quite a bit. And if you've got shelter & clothing, the value is even less, because you can't eat the painting.
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« Reply #1421 on: May 06, 2012, 03:10:51 AM »
Today out of boredom I went through my clothes and tried to mix and match stuff to come up with something summery. Donated hand-me down stuff is plentiful but very random. I inherited a long dart fitted around the waste green hemp dress with a slightly broken zipper seam in the bottom back near the rear end of the long zipper. Also there was a nice black dress that has floral embroidery on the bottom but part of the embroidery is coming undone. I practiced having them on with shirts underneath and pants because it's still chilly outside for me. Rarely do I ever wear dresses, it's just been so long since I even bothered to try to look made up because I barely go anywhere. I don't have anybody that I would meet or money to spend to go out. Also, I just like to be comfortable. Somehow taking time even just to pat my hair down or paying attention to myself seems like a good thing to do. When I have something nice I feel like I have to save it for a better time/better occasion but it doesn't come really. Sort of like my grandmother that put the plastic covers on her furniture. (we would sit on top of the plastic covers). She died and the covers were still on the furniture from the 60's. I'm sure somebody collecting vintage furniture appreciated her efforts.

Guess it's a piece of the self-care stuff. I can wear the same outfit three days in a row here. Nobody notices or cares. It's often better to not be noticed here anyways.

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« Reply #1422 on: May 06, 2012, 10:27:29 AM »
The whole "dress up and look nice" = self-respect thing is questionable to me, too. It's always been that way.

Last night I went to an outdoor party (where hubs & I hosted & made margaritas non-stop for 2 hours) wearing my fat pants & a tequila brand t-shirt. OH right - I threw on a pair of my fav chinese earrings, too. A thunderstorm blew in as guests started to arrive and it pretty much rained the whole time, then the mosquitos swarmed. I met and chatted with a candidate for Congress, while we were in line for the buffet. I didn't have a spare second to think about how I was dressed or to feel self-conscious. And I usually hang out & talk to the guys - not the women - anyway. The "end of year" party for this group was the last one we attended. It's held at the country club, a sitdown dinner... and yes, people dress. I was in a totally foul mood, not feeling well... and on top of that, dressing up is de rigeur... (dress code and all that which is why we're NOT members of the cc). I was pretty much evil on wheels at that party - and miserable too. I don't like feeling pressured to "impress others" and feel their attempts to impress me with their wealth, importance, ego or whatever is the "real" socially incorrect; politically incorrect interaction. Push me on that - and you'll be unpleasantly surprised! (just can't help myself).

I'm at the age where I'm trying to disown how my body looks - to me. I put on dresses that I absolutely love the style of... that I could easily have worn and felt great and looked good in, 20 years ago... and well, to say I'm disappointed in how I look is a wild understatement. I keep the dresses, promising myself... OK, floor exercises... pilates... I know what I need to do - it's not that hard, just get started................ everyday, I go through the same crap in my head. Same thing in the pool (when it's warm enough) - I wade in up to my waist, right at the drop off - and freeze - unable to take the next step and launch myself into swimming laps. Best I've done so far - is one isolated session. Seems the next day, there's some "important" other thing to do. I'm not an inactive person either. I run up & down stairs every day. Just letting the dog out... doing the basic life chores... takes a lot more steps in this house, and I'm still doing all the housework and yardwork (except mowing). I NEED specific exercise... and can't do it - get right there and stop, latching onto any and every possible distraction, unconsciously and "on purpose".

Before I went to 1st grade, I had a pretty lavender organza dress that Grandma made me. I had to beg for a pair of white patent shoes; this was my easter dress (don't know where we went; wasn't to church). A hat even. My mom used to read me the riot act, because after she'd gotten me dressed (I wasn't allowed to do this myself at 6?)... she'd shoo me away to go play... and then I'd be SHAMED... because I'd scuffed those precious white shoes, which if you just look at them they'll be scuffed. The direct message from mom was: you can't dress up and look "pretty" for even 10 minutes!! What's wrong with you?! Now look what you've done - it's all your fault - and you're a problem I don't feel like dealing with. This pattern was repeated over & over & over in hundreds of ways... the most recent version, as I got ready for my Dad's funeral. Even her attempts to try to say something "nice" come out... awful. Like she's never done this and doesn't have a clue how it's done.

Unconsciously and on purpose -- avoiding a repeat of the shame-session??

I've been stocking my closet with cotton jersey lounge pants, cami's, and long sleeve tshirts. My grown up Dr. Denton's... they feel absolutely wonderful! light and soft and comforting... like being home sick and allowed to stay in your pj's all day -- the ONLY situation where my mom "took care of me". I was sick so much as a kid, that we had an on-going process with the school, for my homework. I never had a report card with perfect attendance. I even wear these "fuzzy pants" around my circle of family and close friends - the people who like me for me and I like them back. When I'm having one of those "self-care" days... I'm most definitely wearing these clothes. They're also kinda exercise clothes too... hee-hee! (no it doesn't help... and it's friggin' rediculous... I don't even fool myself... ) and I FEEL like I look good in them; sloppy yes... but it's the feeling good that seems to be the important element.

There's a boutique I like. It's usually a "special treat" to me, to go in and look around. They have "different" things and their focus is on clothes for older women - they have nothing for the hip, trendy, size 0 20-somethings. Fashionable, classy stuff - and just plain FUN stuff. I take hubs with me, when I go shopping there: he sees things that are great for me that somehow I miss. And his eye is trained, coz his mom was a professional seamstress. It's always a plus, when I can tell he thinks I look "hot" in something. This is one of those places where a sales lady will "take you under her wing" and make suggestions on accessories, etc and run back out and get you a different size, while you're trying on. That's really nice, isn't it? But for me... it simply doesn't work; it's produces a feeling of PLEASE just leave me alone... don't tell me to try this or that spanx undergarment (I can't breathe in those things - feel bad physically = feel bad emotionally, too)... let me look; let me feel how it fits; let me get hubs' opinion (he's good; always says - "if you like it, buy it" - but even that backfires sometimes, when I buy things I only WISH I felt I looked good wearing... sigh....). One time, I loved the color of this lightweight rain coat. It was ruffly and had puffy sleeves and straps on the cuffs... big buttons... and when I tried it on, I laughed so hard I almost peed myself!!! I looked like a munchkin from Wizard of Oz... or an oompa-loompa... there was so much fabric, in the "swing" style of it, to accomodate my inch or so taller than average height... that I looked like a ruffled, walking tent!! She didn't know what to suggest for my body; it's all just trial and error - and I no longer know - and well, isn't that the point where one should just give up? Let it go and wear a flour sack? Say the hell with it? I don't care what I look like and if anyone doesn't like it - tough? That's too sad; I don't wanna do that.

So, is this another mind-body connection issue? I wonder.... something's still enough "out of whack" here for me that I recognize the "stuckness" factor again. I get kinda pissed, too... that I have so much shame associated with my body... because we ALL deserve to feel comfortable in our own skin. And maybe it's just the way I'm dressing that body... or trying to... I just want my old form back - that was just fine; I don't want to be someone I'm not; I just want "me" back... I know how to dress her, even if it doesn't meet the normal "fashion rules" (I made up my own, with some unusual juxtaposition... like ripped blue jeans and a pretty white dress shirt...).

I LIKE appearing as if I were a "prim and proper" chocolate truffle or petit four... until the first bite of jalapeno pepper & cherry jelly inside.

Haven't rambled in a while. Maybe I can kinda see what still hurts here...
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« Reply #1423 on: May 06, 2012, 05:08:33 PM »
P: Contrary to what magazines show people, I think we are all supposed to age. I think it's just part of the life cycle you know.
I read somewhere that it's healthy and normal for people to add on a little bit of weight. That it's normal not to have six pack abs.
You know, if you go to a gym in the women's shower room NOBODY EVER looks like the airbrushed Victoria Secret people.
I haven't seen it. Maybe in Exclusive L.A. gyms everyone looks like Baywatch but not where I live. People just look like regular imperfect and odd nude people with cellulite and rolls or whatever and wine-stain birthmarks. Even the young people I've seen in the gym, they are all quirky.  

Nah, don't give up, maybe just give it a rest until you feel in the mood to do it. Also sometimes it's okay to try a lot of things I think. There is something to be said for comfy and classic.

Belts, they dress a lot of stuff up. You can wear comfy pants with a nice longish top and a belt over it.  Well I don't know if you can wear that to a country club--that would be hard for me to feel at ease doing. I don't think I have ever been to a country club ever (surprise).

Well, maybe you are just in the process of finding a new style. I find things that work and then I do it to death for years I go on auto pilot-"Slacks and sweaters"--I did it for years. I didn't wear jeans for about 8 years but now I've found it to be practical so I wear jeans again now.

There is a woman here, she has a shirt made out of a real flour sack. It's white and has some kind of blue bold lettering print on it.
 She is sort of a hippy type. I guess it's a fringe revival thing.


http://www.angelpig.org/floursack/floursack.html


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« Reply #1424 on: May 07, 2012, 07:29:06 AM »
LOL... that pix is great, Star!! You know, it kinda reminds me... at one time, I really thought I should start wearing a burkha (not that much different than a floursack dress) - because almost everything is hidden under it. That there was some real wisdom (in the beginning) to the style.

Naw, belts always hit right at the wrong place right now and are too short! I don't think they make pretty belts in horse-harness lengths... LOL!!!!

I haven't gotten larger side to side... it's that dreaded belly fat that's the problem; and higher up, too. That's only been an issue since menopause, you know. And it's definitely not a matter of calories ingested to calories burned... that's why I'm trying to re-balance hormones. And my D insists that I can and should do, some core ab work (and she might be on to something... those muscles also affect lower back... and I have had sciatica issues; despite my back strength I've always had weak stomach muscles). No, I'm not trying to turn back the clock and I've never been willing to invest the amount of time in how I "look" that's required for those people who go on camera. But this current "condition" simply doesn't feel good - and doesn't feel like me. And it's ONLY in that area; I look my butt's shrunk!! I can still wrap my right hand around my left wrist... and almost around my ankles.

Which brings me to an idea I haven't really talked about here. I have this chameleon reflex - unconsciously imitating the people I'm around. I try to be aware of it... and consciously resist mimicking... try to be a little more present than that. Well, the friend I've currently been closest to lately is way heavier than I am. And I know I've done this weird thing in the past - like with my best friend from HS, who's only 5-2... I slouch and try not to be so tall with her (unconsciously)... and I wonder if this extra weight is kinda like that? Like I'm changing myself to match my heavy friend... so she doesn't feel so bad? (and can ya hear all the dysfunctional crap in that idea??? If dysfunction were under the EPA, I might've been designated a "superfund site".) There's just so much wrong with that, that I kinda suspect there's some real truth in it. My mom's always been 190 lbs or heavier; she's only 5-4.

And maybe - maybe this is all some sort of hangover from all the other emotional stuff I've jettisoned; like the last clinging, hypochondriac-style, OCD-subliminal-scapegoat-designated "responsible", "independent" kid foo-role sludge... and it's all just waiting for me to remember what my T taught me: how to take a great big emotional sh*%&t. Stop thinking about it, stop the anxiety-treadmill, fergeddaboutit, and go do something fun or interesting instead. Read my HAM radio textbook. Clean up my sewing room and put everything away. Stop "talking" about doing something and just go "do it".

One more idea: The CEO of weight watchers is a guy. He explained that women do better with support, to stay on track... but men do better with competition. Except he thought women could also benefit from "friendly" competition. I've always responded to statements of - No, You can't do that - with a knock your socks off response; an "I'll show you". I've been really competitive, in other words. It's one of the defining aspects of hubs & my relationship even. I think I'm going to look for ways to put "challenge" into "wish, want"... I'll let you know if that works!

By the way, Star - I read this blog sometimes and the latest one, almost brought tears. It was dead-on descriptive of my FOO and who I was in it. I kinda thought you might find a glimmer of a reflection in it too. It's titled "Independent to a Fault":

http://everyoneneedstherapy.blogspot.com/


Thanks for chatting! I still need that kind of connection... you know?
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