Archive for June, 2010

29
Jun
10

sometime last night

This is what she was doing.

She is not even the life of the party.

She is the party.

This is one of my favorite pictures of her ever.

29
Jun
10

saw this today

Deep thoughts from a random street in Florida

28
Jun
10

my favorite beach bums

28
Jun
10

anyone want some ham?

27
Jun
10

hands across the sand

This was a solidarity effort that took place yesterday on the beaches all over the country. It was a big deal where we are. I didn’t get any pictures from the one here, but here are some cool ones from other beaches.

Hands Across The Sand June 26, 2010 by www.YoVenice.com.Hands Across The Sand June 26, 2010 by www.YoVenice.com.

27
Jun
10

this is kind of disturbing

Taken from Mother Jones, non-profit news reporting organization, these are the results of a recent poll taken of the American public ranking the favorable ratings of some of the biggest villains in recent history.

“[O]nly 6 percent have a favorable rating of BP. In the history of the NBC News/Journal poll, Saddam Hussein (3 percent), Fidel Castro (3 percent) and Yasser Arafat (4 percent) have had lower favorable scores, and O.J. Simpson (11 percent) and tobacco-maker Philip Morris (15 percent) have had higher ratings.”

So to break that down, in terms of favorable ratings…

BP                                      6%

Saddam Hussein      3%

Fidel Castro                 3%

Yasser Arafat              4%

OJ Simpson                 11%

Phillip Morris            15%

Pretty shocking right? I think so… and I’m not sure what this means for the future of BP and the oil industry. My biggest fear is that it means nothing for the oil industry. I am afraid that BP will be the scapegoat for what is wrong with the industry. I am not against the oil industry… however, I am scared of it because I feel that there is a sense (as proven with this spill) of invincibility when dealing with oil and our earth. We’ll see where this all goes…

But don’t just boycott BP, like you have probably heard on the news, because by boycotting BP stores nationwide, you are doing nothing to the company known as BP. Every gas station you see as BP is owned by a small business owner. In refraining from using their services you are doing harm to the small business owner as opposed to the corporation known as BP. I really think the real change needs to happen within the oil industry. I’m not sure where because I am no expert… but I just hope, hope, hope this can be a wake up call to everyone.

27
Jun
10

so mad

Confession: I listen to my ipod too loud.

I know this. I’m slightly embarassed by the fact that I almost turn the volume all the way up. So much so that if I am running near people I often turn it down, hopeful they can’t hear through my earphones. Today, I guess I was listening to it too loud.

I was running along here in Anna Maria, minding my own business. I was running in the bike lane here and I was running with traffic, which is a no – no – I know.

But I had run 3 miles down the beach, was baking in the hot sun, and the bike lane is one of the few places that is semi-shady. I should have been running opposite traffic, but it was endlessly hot and sunny. So, I ran in the bike lane, with traffic and my ipod.

I was listening to Eminem, feeling pretty good and I had to pass another runner. I guess I forgot where I was and that I might have been inadvertently pissing the bikers off by my ipod and my with traffic choices; but regardless, I passed the runner. Great. Good move. I passed on the left, no problem. But, after I had passed the other runner, about 15 seconds later, I got a hard shove from behind. Some woman, clad in bike gear and I guess yelling her head off, pushed me from behind as I was running. I almost tripped but luckily just stepped off the road and into the grass. It took me a second to figure out what had happened, and by that point she was about 20 yards ahead and my little 5 miled legs couldn’t catch her… no way. But her handprint was still on my back, representing possibly the first time I have ever felt physically bullied. Sure, I may not have been following all the rules, but really, couldn’t you just slow your bike down for 5 seconds and let me get out of your way? Seriously. I was so ******** mad. I was actually ready to fight. I was ready to sling some major words her way. I was ready to hunt her down and find her. I was so mad.

I couldn’t find her. So, I ran home here just pissed to high heaven that someone would have the nerve to do that! But you know, some people operate that way. They push their way into getting their point across and don ‘t give a damn what the results of their actions are.

But I did look up the state laws for the bike lane and I found out a couple of things…

1. Bike lanes are intended for bikes only.

2. But bikes are considered vehicles, so when encountering pedestrians the peds have the right of way.

3. Running in the bike lane REALLY pisses bikers off. There are multiple message boards devoted to this topic.

4. I have some fire in me. I’m not sure she wants to see me again.

And you know, I will keep looking for her… that lucky lady.

26
Jun
10

family pictures

Dog #1 – so sweet and needy

Dog #2 – so sweet and needy also

Amazingly, she has learned to swim here this summer. It’s not pretty, but it works.


Ben with his best friend from here. They spend every day together at the beach.

25
Jun
10

in front and behind

in front

Behind

25
Jun
10

simple things

The other evening, I noticed my watch was missing. Not that big of a deal since I don’t wear an expensive watch. But it irked me. I went the evening without the watch and figured I would do a thorough search in the morning when there was more light. But that night, as I looked at my naked wrist countless times, I realized I am bound to that watch in a way I hadn’t realized. I look at it to figure out when my kids need to eat and go to bed. I look at it when I want to know if the Rachel Maddow show is on. I look at it when I want to know if the sun is setting outside our window here in Florida. I look at it before I go to bed. I look at it in the middle of the night. I look at it first thing in the morning, often before my alarm goes off. I look at it as I begin my run, mid-run, and always of course at the end of the run. I look at my watch to see what time we reach the beach in the morning. I look at my watch when all the non-watch wearers ask for the time (which they always do). I look at that watch alot.

As I lived the next 18 hours without a watch, I thought about that silly accessory. I realized that all year, not having a clock in my classroom, I looked at that watch approximately 20 – 25 times during the school day alone. It announced the arrival and dismissal of students day in and day out to me, sounding like a trumpet call at times for the desirable classes and also a fire alarm for those that were more challenging. That watch it seemed was truly part of my life. I was starting to miss the curved plastic back and the gray digital face that is peeling and scratched.

Returning from the beach at God knows what time, I dove into our pool here. I came up, feeling refreshed and cool after a few hours in the sun. I walked over to get one of my children from the steps and felt my foot hit a strangely shaped object.

My watch.

I knew it as soon as I had touched it.

It had spent the night underwater, getting a slight reprieve from its gritty job in the sun, day in and day out supplying my every need for time.

I love that watch. More than I knew apparently.

I began to think about this simple object that I rely on. Other than my watch, what were the things that I really use day in and day out? What are the things I love and depend on more than I know? Other than the watch, here are a few..

1. my watch

2. my Native sunglasses

3. my soft blanket that usually smells like a dog

What simple objects do you find yourself strangely attached to and reliant on?

“I’m so glad you are back.”




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