No NOT REALLY…
Misplaced Keys will stick around (because, both RC and SB run off the MK account at the awesomeness that is Hosting Matters Not sure what I’ll do with this place, or what topics it will focus on. Expression Engine has a log of neat ways to customize the content, and can feed other parts of the MK universe of blogs…
Also check out Matt’s Blogospeer another member of the MK universe, though in a separate account, up and running under his command. I feel like Captian Jack, letting his first looie take the prize ship at the end of Master & Commander. Well without the whole French Captian faking me out…
Any whooo.. teh blogging continues, just in different places… just a link away.. update you favorites or your blogrolls.
This week I am popular. After finishing up on my second blog where I talked more on the best pressure washer for your budget, I uploaded my resume to monster.com after I tried for another position and didn’t get it. I have been on a whirlwind adventure the last two days driving all over the metroplex! Two staffing agencies called me and wanted me to come out for “interview”. What they really meant was, come in, register with us and MAYBE we will find you a job that not only is close to where you live and not 18 miles from your house and that is suited for your qualifications (no I do not know how to do payroll).
Today I made arrangements to see a staffing company because they called me yesterday and said they wanted me to go out on an interview with one of their new clients. I go, fill out some paper work and then I discover that no, I would not be going on an interview today because the staffing agent had to go pick up her son at half day Kindergarten! Hello?! I got up early, showered, dressed and made myself all pretty to go out there. I asked my husband to please watch our son so I could possibly get a job. Needless to say I was irritated. I told them I was available to go out on an interview until 3PM because I had a doctors appt. and they could call me and I would drop what I was doing to go. No such luck. I ended up calling Debbi and having lunch with her and we snuck in a little bit of window shopping, so not all was lost. I did find a cute new shirt for only 8.99! 8.99 people! I am the queen of bargan shopping!
Off to the dermatologist for a follow-up. After some debate, we (the doc and me) decide to take a byopsy of a suspicious flesh colored custy bump on my right shoulder. I have a history of malignant melanoma so I want to be on the safe side and check it out before it becomes something like this. We also decided to just remove a couple more odd spots that have been there for a while, but seem to be changing slowly.
So, there ya go. I am popular. Popular with staffing agencies, squamous cell carcinomas, and phantom interviewers. Ahhh, life is good.
I’ve been building a new site and it is up (sort of) at randomcommands.com
It is running off of a Joomla backend, and does things a bit differently.
I’ll probably have both of these sites running, but don’t know how I’ll segment what I post where.
[irritating geekspeak follows]
Joomla is pretty interesting software, I’m running the 1.0 stable version (I think 1.0.10) and looking forward to seeing how different 1.5 is…
Nice thing is it is OpenSource, so I can use the same back end on several sites, without having to pay extra license fees for buying a copy of Expression Engine, or paying annual maintenance fees, etc…
I still like Expression Engine, but not sure I’ll keep my maintenance current.
Brian Williams is a dope.
AllahPunditIan at HotAir posted a video grab sound bite of Brian Williams on Chris Matthew’s show. Watch it, and read his soundbite.
The money shot:
always tell people there are guys on our team like that, too. They’re called Army Rangers and Navy Seals and the Special Forces folks and the first responders on 9/11 who went into those buildings knowing, by the way, they weren’t going to come out. So we have players like that on our team.
Which is why I don’t watch NBC Nightly News, and have sworn off MSNBC.
The guys on our team, for Mr. Williams benefit, don’t grab a c-4 belt, strap it to their waist and walk into a disco and boogie. The guys on our team, go into a combat situation fully trained and expecting to come home to their familes, and should they die, they expect their comrades to bring them back with them. To our team, the motto is no one left behind.
Their team is more than willing to mold explosives to the bottom of a sport’s drink, and blow up planes in a manner to invoke fear and terror in normal citizen’s lives. Our team takes strides to limit the amount of civilian casualities. Their team fires indiscriminate rockets, or unreliable IEDs into crowds and civilian population centers. Our team will sacrifice themselves to preserve life. Their team sacrifices their lives to take more lives.
There isn’t a line. There isn’t any moral equivalence between their team and our team. Mr. Williams isn’t helping us in spouting this blather… and who the hell gave him the right to ‘always tell people’. Please NBC, don’t let this guy out in public.
Today is the first day of school for our kids here in Texas. I know, it’s early huh? I am grateful the summer is over, but it’s bittersweet. Our oldest daughter is a 6th grader. She is ready to be a 6th grader, but I am not so sure I am ready for her to be a 6th grader. We went to her orientation on Monday night. Going through all her classes was a neat experience. Lauren and I went to use the restroom and when I looked in the mirror I felt like I was back in 6th grade myself. Have you ever looked at yourself and saw the “young” you? I don’t see her so often, but I still do. Then other times I catch a glimpse of myself and I look 10 years older! I mean, it’s not like I am all that old. I had Lauren when I was just barely 22. I got married when I was 20. In fact we just celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary, so I guess I am feeling a little old. But, I also remember what it was like being in middle school and it wasn’t the best experience, but a lot of good things happened too. I guess all this reflecting and realizing I am a mother of a middle schooler is normal and all I really want is for my daughter to be happy and have a great school experience. It’s 8:28 right now and in 2 min. the bell will ring and I know exactly where she will be because we got to sit in her class with her and meet all her teachers. There is comfort in that.
Now, if could just look like a 6th grader I wouldn’t feel so old.....?
As we’ve nursed Sadie through healing from her unnessesary spay procedure (a whole huge big can of worms, that has nothing to do with what I want to talk about...) we had the opportunity to watch re-runs of Dog Whisperer, Cesar Millan, on the National Geographic Channel. We’ve watched a number of episodes thanks to buying a dog just before NGC decides to run a week worth of Dog Whisperer programs, and so we’ve seen a variety of cases, and become fans of Cesar.
His mantra, if a dog pyschologist can have one, is for the owner to project a ‘calm and assertive’ attitude to the dog. That the dog must understand his place in the ‘pack’, and that dogs are dogs and humans are humans. All good advice. He has a great charisma, and a strong confident air about him. The tag-line before the show Cesar says, “I rehabilitate dogs, and trraaain people.” (Emphasis in his voice) He figures most of the behavioral problems with dogs stem from people’s attitudes and habits they’ve formed around a dog.
I figure there are principles of dog behavior that are good metaphors for people behavior, and even more dog training done right has some good principles in living a life submitted to God and in relationship to God.
For instance, last night there was an owner of a Chiuauah that initially bought the dog for her son, and the dog had become a very dominant, protective dog, that bit her son, and barked and tried to attack anyone that came close to him or his owner. In the preview interview, she admitted that she couldn’t give up the dog, she loved it that much. The problem was, she engaged in absolutely zero discipline of the dog, allowing and by ommission, encouraging his misbehavior. Cesar came into the house and was shocked and floored when the owner admitted to loving the dog more than her own child, and allowed the dog to bite him, and terrorize him. When Cesar was introduced to the dog, the dog immediately tried to attack him, and when Cesar tried to discipline the owner freaked out (not eyes blaring, but was very disturbed by Cesar trying to correct the obviously bad behavior by touching the dog and making a fist (not a cocked fist, just a fist in the face of the barking and biting dog).
This was the first time I’d seen Cesar admit that his technique wasn’t going to work. And he was right, if the owner wouldn’t allow discipline, that case would fail. Unless the owner was committed to discipline, the dog would continue to misbehave. Cesar (as impatient as I’ve seen him) patiently tried to explain this to the mother, and determined that because the dog was so small, she was afraid that she might hurt the dog, or cause the dog to break a leg or something. Cesar finally got her to see that by harboring this fear of hurting the dog, she was enabling other people to get injured, including her own son.
Hebrews 12:5-6 explains that God will discipline his sons. That the discipline is described as suffering, but in the end it is for our own good. I can see an image of that in how Cesar disciplines his cases, he brings them into submission with his calm, assertive approach, and doesn’t allow a difference of opinion when he is training his dogs. The dogs at first flail at this, being used to having no boundries in their behavior, the shiver, yelp, shake, bark, and their posture is stiff and uncomfortable. Cesar knows this, expects this, knowing that this outward expression only means they are ‘releasing their energy’. As the dogs relent into submission, they physically relax, being on their back, and become calm, beginning to understand that no harm will come to them, as they begin to walk ‘with’ their calm and assertive master.
We are beginning to use this technique with Sadie, she must accept her position in our ‘pack’, our family. We must remain vigilant, and interrupt her behavior patterns, before they become out of control.
With dogs this is easy. With people, a bit more difficult. But we know that we live under a calm and assertive God, who is infinitely patient with us, graceful, and full of mercy.
Our Family minister has a blog, and it is on blogspot... Ummm.. GREAT.. and, I need to have a talk with him…
Anyways, I’ve added his link to my daily reads, and I’ll see if I can coax a blogroll outta him. ‘Cause everyone knows that half of blogging is the linkage factor, and you’s gotta read, not just write great stuff. (Which he does...)
Let’s try doing this. I have never done a weekly update before, so we’ll soon find out how many times I actually remember to do it! Here goes nothing.
Monday: Ummm...wow, that was 4 whole days ago. I don’t know if I can remember. I’ll try.....let’s see..I remember something about a dog and a sick me. Yeah, I wasn’t feeling so good, caught a head cold or sinus something or other. Took care of the new doggie...took way more pictures and crapped them all over the blog. Come on...you remember right?
Tuesday: I know..I lead a borning life. Did lots and lots of laundry...ok, so I didn’t do any laundry, but I thought about doing lots and lots. We did go swimming tho. That was fun. And refreshing.
Wednesday: More of the same. Fed and pooped the dog. Played with her a little too much and ended up at the animal clinic to get an E-collar for her. She of course hated it. I went to choir and when I got back, she was all mopey and sad. I had to give her a pain pill just to get her to settle down. She also ended up sleeping on our bed from around 11pm to 5 am and it was like sleeping with a new born. Every time Jon
farted moved, I thought it was Sadie barking. I would wake up suddenly and feel for her to make sure she wasn’t licking her incision. She woke me up at 5am by licking my face and I took her out to potty. Then I put her back in her crate until 10am. We both had a great morning nap.
Thursday: The mundaneness of my life is neverending, so we did more doggie care and doggie napping. I did watch a friends son, who loved him some video games w/ Dan! He was so engrossed he didn’t want lunch. I am thinking I need to take up gaming too. Sounds like a great diet! Went shopping for a new top for my job interview. Yes, you read that right, I have a job interview. Friday, 12:30. Keep your fingers crossed. Didn’t find anything for the interview, but did find a cute skirt to wear out on our double date. Went to Keno with a bunch of my girlfriends..I stole a cross in the second round from Debbi that I bought! I know, I am evil!
Today: Dog won’t go potty, threw up her food after she ate, her incision is red and swollen, need to get ready for interview, will take her to the vet at 2pm, and then leave her alone for 4 hours while we got out on our double date tonight while the kids are at parents night out. She better be ok...or I’ll....quit any other outside activities to nurse her back to health 24/7 until she is all healed**. I love her that much.
** for those of you who said dogs are too much trouble, just shut it. I know already. but I would still do it again! so
well that is my week in a nutshell. Sat. I have produce to pick up, baby shower to attend, and school clothes to buy. Sunday brings church, school registration swim party, night of praise concert with our choir. Next week will be busy as well, as the kids are getting ready to go back to school! Yay school!