2nd funniest video ever
Thursday, August 19, 2010
It was brought to my attention yesterday, that the video I uploaded may not have showed up in your email update as a video (for those who get that service). It would have looked like a bunch of me yabbering on about a video, all dependent on the type of email client you have and wouldn't have made any sense if you didn't click through to my blog and therefore many of you would not have seen the funniest video ever.
So, as an extra added bonus I am uploading ANOTHER video that is a little bit on the avant-garde-video-montage-side. Still funny (in a different way), advantageous dancing (see how many dance moves you can name)... and then I will be taking them both down and putting them back in to the vault.
So, if you're getting this and you can't see a video CLICK HERE and then lets talk about how awesome it all is and how it made you laugh. If you clicked here and saw nothing, I'm sorry you came too late. But I still love you
Dance Dance Dance from The Queen on Vimeo.
Labels: Andre, dance dance, dice, grand pooba, the grocery shopper, the microwave
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/19/2010 06:43:00 AM,
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BEST VIDEO EVER
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I don't know how to explain what this video is about, aside from saying it's self explanatory. I have to admit that YES, you are looking at what you thinking you are looking at. This video cost a little over $1350.00 dollars to make and that, yes, he may have gotten pink eye.
MONEY MAN from The Queen on Vimeo.
Labels: 1350 bucks, take it all off, the money man
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/18/2010 09:00:00 AM,
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One of the funnest things you will ever see.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
On wednesday august 19th I am going to be posting the funniest video you will EVER SEE. I am going to be uploading it at approximately 9 am eastern standard time.
I have been sitting on this video for over 9 years (talk about commitment) allowing only a handful (and I mean I can count on my left hand the people who have seen this video) since it was video'd.
There are MANY great things about this video that you are going to enjoy.
Stay tuned.
Or just come back here tomorrow at 9am. <--insert coy smile
It's going to be so good.
.
Labels: dance dance, money man, oh yah it's full of great
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/17/2010 05:25:00 PM,
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15 year old bread machine
Monday, August 16, 2010
I trust 65 year old handicap man with a note book and pen in his left pocket with his name sewn into the fabric of his work shirt to make ALL of my problems go away. I also trust a small appliance mechanic guy who spends 12 mins with me, making weird sounds to try and determine what is actually wrong with my ceiling fan so I don't have to go out and buy a new one. And doesn't break a sweat when I say part of sound 1, coupled with a little bit of sound 4- looks at me and says something to the effect of "sounds like a flux capacitor bearing issue" (except he used real mechanic talk and not a quote from Back to the Future). I wish he fixed cars too.I have a new LOVE his name is Gary and his shop doesn't open until 10am. He says that if you can carry it in, he can fix it. He believes that things made now a days are constructed shitty (my word not his) and says you get what you pay for. He doesn't take debit or credit cards but if you want... he still takes a cheque. You can barely get into his shop, he has appliances stacked up 6 feet high (there is a trail to the front cash desk), he has EXCELLENT customer service, and is located at 74 East St, Sault Ste. Marie, ON, Canada. He knows his stuff and I know I am going to regret telling you about him because then I will have to wait longer to get MY stuff fixed because he will be too busy with your stuff.
Did I mention that I AM IN LOVE. <3
Labels: excellent customer service, Gary, sweet love of mine
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/16/2010 06:15:00 PM,
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Be excellent to each other
Saturday, August 14, 2010
i carry your heart i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-E.E Cummings
Labels: bill and ted, ee cummings, Rrrrow, touch my vagina
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/14/2010 10:56:00 PM,
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things that make me happy
Saturday, August 07, 2010
I love looking at this photo. It makes my heart happy with joy. There's so many great things about it. I'm looking at it and inside immediately my spirit is clapping and giggling.I've been looking at art blogs lately to take my mind down a couple of notches. And it's working because there are so many beautiful things out there to look at.
Labels: kittens in jammies, yay for fun
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/07/2010 07:31:00 AM,
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Inner thoughts
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
My Mom was rushed to the hospital early this morning, late last night... 12 midnight. She's doing much better now. Thanks for being concerned :)
As many of you know I spent a stint in the hospital a while back and of course since she's been in there I have been reliving my old stomping grounds.
When I was in the hospital I didn't want any visitors. I knew that if I had visitors there would be some weird bizarre situation where I ended up assuring the people who came to visit me that everything would be okay. There would be crying and that uncomfortable pause that always ends up happening when the sick person doesn't have energy to speak (or because they are about to fall into a narcoleptic slumber) and the visitor doesn't know what else to say. Plus, those half jammies they give you showed my ass off to anyone who wanted a peek and I wanted THAT to happen in my own time *wink coy smile* with some candles and soft music. I just didn't want to participate in it, I was more interested in focusing on getting better. And not care for others emotions and mental state.
After I was released from isolation and taken off the critical care list I had one friend come and visit (she insisted, she NEEDED to see me) and of course she cried when she laid her eyes on me. I assured her I would be fine, she cried some more, I assured her AGAIN and she cried some more. She saw my ass, gave me a little smack (I roll like that sometimes) we laughed she cried again. The last tears were tears of joy as I laughed and she felt that things would really be okay.
I had the best nurse when I was in the hospital, I've spoken of him in the past. While I sat with my Mom tonight, she fell in and out of sleep, I looked around at the nurses doing shift change and thought about the care I received. I watched the nurses update the new nurses of the cases they would be taking over. I heard them discussing medications, when and where, and thought if they spoke of patient personalities. Patch Adams came to mind and I thought about what IT TAKES to be a nurse. They have to remember SO MUCH (of course they write stuff down), with a limited Dr's list to pull from in our city, the weight of responsibility really falls on them. Sainthood. sainthood.
I brought Shit My Dad Says to read to my Mom. I didn't want the weird silence to follow so I went in with the craziest thing I could think of. She laughed. And then fell asleep mumbling that "that man had a mouth on him." (he does)
Lets be honest, being in the hospital is a scary thing and no one wants to be reminded of just how sick they are and then pack on crazy people visiting and crying and carrying on. It just makes it THAT much more stressful. I understand the emotional'ness of visiting someone in the hospital but wonder why people don't act casual about it. Talk like it's a regular day. One of the things I enjoyed when family and that one friend came to visit, I treated it like a sleep over and got everyone to get INTO the bed with me. I also insisted on them brushing my hair while we laid down (I like that).
Tomorrow I am thinking about bringing a copy of Alchemist and a downloaded copy of Shit my Dad says so she can listen to it in the privacy of her room. He swears a little bit. ha ha
Labels: alchemist, cheese monger, cry baby, shit my dad says
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/03/2010 08:23:00 PM,
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I'M MAKING IT EASY
Saturday, July 31, 2010
For those of you who can't be bothered to bookmark or use you brain to remember this web address to come directly to my blog, just add your email address into that little subscription box off to the side (not the google search box, the OTHER one at the top). I'll come to you, via your email. I won't sell, pass along, or ruin our friendship by whoring your email address out-oh no, I can be trusted.Pinky swear ;)
p.s- THIS is fun *whispers* keep you eye out for "Kyle" he was some interesting things in his man purse.
Labels: bbq hamburgers, easy peasy, facebook lovers
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/31/2010 08:04:00 PM,
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YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE
Subscribe to The Queen of Light and Joy by Email
This a link to make your life easy. Click it, add your email and poof done. Okai, you'll have to verify to prove someone didn't use your email address without you knowing. Your email won't added to some crazy spamming list. I'll keep it private. I've thought of everything for you.
Labels: cheese is grand, email subscriptions, so you think you can dance
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/31/2010 01:26:00 PM,
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HUMBLED
Friday, July 30, 2010
I came to an epiphany this morning, I am the father of "Shit my Dad says" in female form. And surprisingly, it doesn't fit into the hand holding, boo-hooing, poor me, bull shit that passes as support and friendship now a days.
I'm calling bullshit on your bullshit.
The thing about being my friend is that I am not going to wrap the truth up in cotton candy and fuffy kittens; if you're acting like a douche bag, I am going to tell you.
I am also not going to put up with stupidity and accept that your idiotic choices are good ones because you need someone to rationalize and support a choice that is based in emotional dysfunction and ignorance.
I also expect the same from you.
Labels: douche bag, i deleted my facebook account, my poo is purple, the truth
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/30/2010 07:06:00 AM,
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DEAR: YOU
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I need you to class it up a little bit.
love
me
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/29/2010 09:26:00 PM,
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Breaking the Facebook cycle
Sunday, July 25, 2010
UPDATE
I just want to thank everyone who has messaged me since my last blog post to tell me what you've done to change your facebook experience. Your words have been inspiring (even though I wasn't trying to start a revolution) and have validated my thoughts.
I've been doing a fair bit of "editing" to my facebook account since I wrote my last blog post. To date I have deleted 203 people off of my friends list (which I just want you to know takes TIME). My initial policy was to start with people who's status updates were negative consistently (or fuelled drama), people who I didn't have access to their walls, and then people who have friended me but haven't had any contact with since we friended (even after I contacted them through messaging or wall posting).
As you know yourself (if you are a facebook user), unfriending someone takes time, you have to physically click to their profile, once you find them via typing in their name or going through your friends list and scroll down and click the delete friend and then authorize it again, once the facebook window appears validating you REALLY want to do this. It's about 3 mins in total. In case you were wondering, and so you don't have to do the math I have spent 10 hours and 9 mins doing this. This is an approximate number because in some cases I paused to THINK about whether or not I REALLY wanted to delete some people, even if they fit into my new set of parameters (I also took a couple of pee breaks), because the rules didn't always fit for everyone. Like my friend Kate, who I talk to on the phone but doesn't always have access to a computer.
It's interesting to me, since starting this little facebook over haul I have gotten some interesting feedback on taking a-banning-facebook-stance because I have indicated that I would like break the cycle of facebook. It has been misinterpreted as an absolute eradication. Which is not the case. I dislike the experience of facebook, or more over I should say that I dislike the personal experience I am having with Facebook presently. I am interested in making changes to audit the experience and focus on cultivating an outcome that I would be more happy with; hence the deletions off my friends list.Maybe, my final outcome may be to just completely delete my account and never to return. or maybe it may result in whittling down my friends list to include 10 or 20 like minded people. Or maybe I stop at 203 deletes.
My hate for facebook (if you can even call it hate) comes from a need and want to having something more with people I "know." I am actually looking to have intimate, honest, relationships with people who are willing to share, have something to share and use their minds and heart for good. I have faith that people are more then the latest popular trend in social interaction.
And although I do have a dissatisfaction for facebook right now, I am working through it, I am not opposed to making personal changes to alter my perception. I am open to admitting that my frame of mind may have been biased because my experience wasn't the greatest. This will not stop me from making it better for myself and revisiting it over time. I am not locked into to black and white thinking without any greys.
What do you think?
Labels: bags of cheese, facebook sucks, fb cycle, I am making changes, start a revolution
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/25/2010 11:26:00 AM,
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FACEBOOK
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I'm super tired with Facebook; like in the can't-stand-to-even-log-in "tired with Facebook." It's 2 mins out of my life I will never get back.And the funny thing, is that today, my feelings towards facebook are completely contrary to how I felt when when I first signed up. Back a kabillion years ago, my brother got some special code, or I got some special code, or we broke the code to get into facebook-I can't remember which it was now. He and I were friends with each other FOR MONTHS-just each other, we wrote back and forth on each others walls telling the other to do something exciting. Then, some crazy lady (and when I say crazy I want you to understand she had NO boundaries, she messaged me all the time) who wrote books about vampires living in the "Forks" wanted to be friends with me. I left on a facebook sabbatical shortly there after just to get her out of my hair.
Fast forward several years, and now I have over 700 people on my friends list. I have basically found (or they have found me) a good portion of the people I have gone to high school with, worked with, or have touched my life in one way or another. And now, one of my biggest issues, is the illogical, I-am-a-victim, irresponsible, uneducated, status updates being generated on a daily mass scale. And I wonder "am I really friends with these people." It makes me want to poke my eyes out with a highlighter and punch them in the wrist with my wedding ring hand. It's a lot of boo hoo's and I require your validation-or-pity-status updates. Lets not even get started on the I'M-ON-A-BOAT!! pictures. It makes the vampire author look like a saint.
Can people be so self adsorbed, self centred, and victimized so often?
And I wonder, why?
Years ago, talking on-line with "other people" who were talking on-line and you were considered an alien. Meeting and marrying someone you met on-line and you were considered a social dissident. Now, if you're not on-line interacting with other on-line people and you are considered a Luddite freak. We have gone from a culture of people who feared the detached social attitudes of on-line interaction to a culture who now embraces it, relies on it... flourishes in it. A culture that lights firecrackers under it's ass just to get a response. And Facebook status response's is as much about public opinion as it is about feeding the monster.
And to what end? Most times the opinion being shared in response to the status updates is unhelpful, tongue and cheek, or doesn't fit into the drama fuelled mold that the facebook profiler is churning and mixing. Or worse, it pacifies with hurahs, and at-ta boy/girl. *throws up a little bit* We're all glad you finished writing that essay. GOLD STARS all around!! Thank gawd we have you on that essay writing, without that essay YOU wrote we all would have surely perished.With all of that said, I am taking a break from facebook. My blood is hot from my participation and I can't take it any more.
Labels: cheese was created to confuse me, Facebook, status updates, you suck
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/20/2010 12:36:00 PM,
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The hospital
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Back in Sept 2009 I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. I was VERY sick. But that's not what this post is about. This post is about the AMAZING nurse that I had while I was there.His name was Steve and I attest my healing to him.
I was VERY scared while I was in the hospital. I had A LOT of machines hooked up to me, bags, injections, pills, coupled with the fact that all of my visitors had to wrap themselves in a hasmat outfit and gloves to enter my bubble.
Steve was gentle, calm, honest and had the softest smile. He answered ALL of my questions (and I had A LOT of questions) in a way that kept me calm, and relieved concern that I would eventually leave the hospital. He never sugar coated the situation, he told me the truth but in a way that never dramatized events. He gave it to me straight and I always respected that; actually I was thankful for it.
On one of the first nights that I was there I woke in the darkness, not sure of where I was and Steve was checking my machines. When I spoke, he held my hand and told me that I was in the hospital and that he was there and everything would be fine. That if I needed him I just had to press this button. For the next 5 days he would come and check on me every hour. It was like every time I saw him he was giving me the strength to get better. His presence gave me just enough magic to believe, to have hope.
I didn't get to see Steve when I was finally released but told myself that I would send him a card telling him that I appreciated everything he did for me.
Yesterday, I found out he passed away. Steve was only a couple of years older then me. I feel like the world has lost an amazing soul. I feel like a little bit of me is gone. I also feel like he gave me a gift. I had the opportunity to meet him and enjoy his gift to the world. He save me in ways I can never express properly.
Labels: steve leger
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/01/2010 07:02:00 AM,
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THE ETSY SITE
Monday, March 01, 2010
The Etsy site is up and I am selling fun hats!!
http://www.etsy.com/shop/washboardbill
Please feel free to pass the link for the Etsy site around and tell all your friends. I'm sure Washboard Bill would appreciate the traffic and I would appreciate selling my hats.
Thanks!
Labels: crochet, etsy, fun hats, hats, washboard bill, yarn hats
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 3/01/2010 11:17:00 AM,
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winter is almost over
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I've been "resting" by making hats.
Winter is almost over but... what ever, they make me happy. I wish there was a recipe for these hats to share with people, but I listen to the yarn and it tells me what to do. I don't really know how to crochet, but I pretend really well. (insert smile)
Labels: frog hat, I rawk, thors hats, yarn hats
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 2/20/2010 02:05:00 PM,
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In other news...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
....Drew and I are going to unplug for the month of February.
No electronics for the entire month. So, if you need to get a hold of us or tell us something feel free to call or send us a letter. Emails will not be answered or looked at for AN ENTIRE MONTH.
I repeat NO ELECTRONIC contact for a MONTH.
This exercise was inspired by 52 projects and the need to re-expand our minds and move from the mundane mindlessness that can happen so easily when you aren't thinking about what you are doing and just doing because you can't think of anything else to do.
I'm excited.
Labels: get my phone number now, making life, no contact
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 1/10/2010 12:50:00 PM,
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I don't know what the "HABS" stand for
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The other day a friend of mine said that following the Cheese Gurl for so long was kind of weird. I say following the HABS is weird. Never mind what does HABS stand for and why make up a weird name for something? Riiiiiiight, that's what I thought - I don't understand your weird little obsession and you don't understand our little obsession.
For the most part people don't pay attention to commercials (or so they think) but what Olivia Palenstein does is no different then what Angelina Jolie does; well except that Olivia has 30 seconds to get you to like her, trust her and believe her character, Angelina has almost 2 hours. Of course Olivia, like Angelina has designers, copy editors, directors, producers, screen writters, blah blah to aid in pulling off her character and if they fail her, Olivia is screwed.
You see, as a consumer you expect a certain type of "visual quality" and will automatically turn off being open to new products & ideas unless they fit that "established mold." And don't kid yourself, IT IS an established mold and not one you decided on yourself. OH no, the media has been feeding you for years, telling you what to like, how to like it & what order you'll like it in. Commercials ARE the height of YOUR consumerism and within a time frame of 30 seconds are able to sway and manipulate. It is really utter and pure genius.
A good example of this is the "Zoom zoom" kid. When those commercials first started out they showed that cute little kid in that suit close up into the screen saying "zoom zoom." Awww super cute right? Big eyes, shiny brown hair, he's wearing a suit! Those commercials went on for years like that, until, the little kid got so-not-cute-anymore (cuz having a NOT so cute little kid selling you a car, it's what YOU as the consumer wants, never mind WATCHING that little kid grow up-imagine him saying zoom zoom in his ever changing 14 year old voice. You don't want THAT now do you!). So, they started just using his little cute kid voice and not showing the kid at all. And because Mazda had "established" their zoom zoom commercials as fun (listen to the music), bright (they ALWAYS use intense colour), cars constantly moving back and forth (to create a sense of visual movement to keep YOUR eye occupied) actually using a simailar looking kid to say zoom zoom was redundant. Oh no, all they had to do NOW was show you some cars moving back and forth in brightly lite filters with some fun music and say nothing at all but at the end of the commercial SHOW YOU the words "zoom zoom" written out in clouds and you could hear that little boys voice in your head, whispering "zoom zoom."
See, I did it just now, you heard his voice.
Are you feeling ever so slightly taken advantage of yet?
So, yeah, we like watching commercials at my house. We look at company logos, fonts, layout, design, we compare past commercials, we listen to copy, check out the actors companys use, demographics, set design, and we talk about where they went wrong or where they scored. It's called Media Unagi and at our house we are AWARE of our surroundings.
Labels: commercials 101, mazda, media unagi, zoom zoom
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 11/26/2009 07:03:00 AM,
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I wonder what THAT conversation sounded like at Cheese Gurl's breakfast table this morning?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
1st I want to thank everyone for their support pertaining to the "Cheese Gurl" quest.2nd I think she thinks it's a joke OR maybe she's not at that place where sending people autographed photos feels right.
3rd I'm not opposed to begging OR starting a facebook group reaching out to get support from the community to pressure her, I mean show her just how serious I am about getting a signed photograph.
The most recent update:
Last night I sent her this message via facebook after I also tried adding her as a friend, which incidentally she denied today-which I should also add... she denied me as a friend but hasn't blocked me, there's still hope people.
Olivia,
1st I want to tell you that I, along with my husband have been following your career since you did that cheese commercial with that old Scottish man in that grocery documentary monitor style commercial (it was super). 2nd I want to tell you that we think you are great. In a non-creepy way.
Here's what I am hoping you'll be able to help me out with ... I need an autographed photo of you for a Christmas present and I need it to say "Love the Cheese girl" or some rendition of ♥ the cheese gurl, kiss kiss the cheese gurl....I know that sounds even creepier but wait, I have a good reason..
See many years ago when you did that commercial about cheese it made my husband and I laugh -hard- it was a combination of the Scottish mans accent coupled with your shocking response (which was completely believable). It was at the cusp of reality TV and he and I couldn't figure out whether it was real or not (when we first saw it) but we LOVED your tenacity of trying to take the old mans cheese, you had huspah. We remembered that commercial for years afterward and your super acting IN THAT commercial. And of course quoting the Scottish guy's "Not today" response was always fun.
Fast forward several years and many hours of TV watching (not that we freakishly watch TV 24 hours a day). It's become a TV commercial watching game, the first person to see "The Cheese Girl" (aka YOU because we never really knew your name) on TV in a new commercial wins the prize. of. seeing. the. Cheese Girl. in. a .new. commercial; kind of like you've seen the last unicorn. Like a "one up-manship."
Last week my husband made me a bet that I wouldn't be able to find out your name (after all of these years), never mind GET AN AUTOGRAPHED picture of you. After spending a couple of hours on line, using my mad internetz skills I was able to find out your name (thanks to IMDB and that episode you did on Sue Thomas - seriously we're not stalkers) and then by chance find you on facebook.
Anyway... I think it would be super duper if you could help me out with this, think of it as a kind of "helping me win" kind of thing that I get to give at Christmas. Or also known as the "make me a Christmas hero."
Over and out
Zenith
Now, I also want to add that I also found out who her husband is but will keep his name private because it REALLY does show just how good my mad internetz skills are and incidentally I also sent him a facebook message last night also reaching out for his support to get the infamous AUTOGRAPHED PHOTO. I have yet to here back from him.
If I still don't get a response from her by next week I want everyone to know that I am putting up a facebook group and would like everyones support. Until then I will be locating her agency and agent and contacting them in the hopes that they might be able to hook me up and I can just by pass her altogether because maybe all of this attention might be freaking her out and that's the LAST THING I want to do.
I will not be the Christmas hero at all costs, that is NOT how I roll.
Labels: breakfast table, email letters, Facebook, i found the cheese gurl, olivia palenstein, please help me
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 11/25/2009 10:34:00 PM,
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CHEESE GURL WE LOVE YOU!!!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
After spending ONLY moments talking about why we couldn't find her credits on IMDB (after I did that last post) Drew and I did some more talking about her role on Sue Thomas FBI agent, at which point I said tell me everything about the episode you saw the Cheese Gurl on. I NEED to know everything if I am going to find her, consider nothing unimportant.And then it happened. I went on the IMDB used the find option on my firefox, typed in wedding (because she was in a wedding episode) went through each actress's name google and back tracking on google images and tv.com, hotflix.com, hollywood.com and the plethora of media web sites that upload information about actors so people like me can get a signed photograph.
Now... all I have to do is find her agency so I can get that signed photograph. Please feel free to help me, send suggestions and tell me how awesome I am.
I'm pretty proud of myself right now.
Labels: i found the cheese gurl
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 11/24/2009 05:01:00 PM,
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The Cheese Gurl is soooooooooooo elusive #2
The Cheese Gurl has been in a number of commercials, probably more then Drew and I have seen - a person can only watch so much TV. Of course she was in the notable Cheese commercial, in which Drew and I first feel in love her. She then appeared in a Nabob coffee commercial, then a CIBC commercial touting the wonders and joy of opening a account, then a blah blah blah commercial (we can't keep track)... she has been most recently a Hamburger Helper commercial showing us that we too can save money by using hamburger helper (because of the recession). But that is neither here nor there.
Then of course she was in a Sue Thomas FBI agent episode. Don't ask us how we know that. You'd think that with THIS information we would be able to determine who she is right? It's not like she had a shit role in Sue Thomas FBI agent. She talked a whole bunch and was on camera for like MINUTES! But does she appear on IMDB in the credits? Nooooooooo, no she does not.
So, with information in hand and internetz at my finger tips I did what any person would do if a signed photograph bet was in jeopardy (I’m hoping that I can get it for Christmas, like that would TOTALLY make me the Christmas hero). I emailed CIBC, Betty Crocker, The American Dairy Association, The Canadian Dairy Association (cus I don’t know which country was trying to sell more cheese), and Kellogg Corporation (I think she's friends with the Pilates’ on chick) told them that I had a company (true) and that we would like to use her for a commercial (eventually).
I have yet to hear back from ANYONE on my company email list.
I'm prepared to beg.
I'll wait til Monday.
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 11/24/2009 04:21:00 PM,
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Cheese girl search #1
Monday, November 16, 2009
<----okai so I HAD to do it, simply because "everything has been done" and if Drew are at home talking about her, making up games about, dreaming about how great she is... waiting for a new commercial - someone else is too. AND that person probably made a web site about her, I bet THAT person probably has ALL of her commercials recorded & uploaded to Youtube (something, incidentally Drew and I have talked about doing, we planned it once too but ended up falling asleep or having sex I'm not sure which and it didn't end up getting done and then we decided we just liked being surprised by her presence & the idea of her being in the commercialverse). I want you to know that I went through 62 goggle pages before I gave up my 1st search (lets call it my fun search). I came across a bunch of pretend'ies that got me all pumped up, thinking that I could end the search but alas, no. I even came across this site which incidentally, I thought would be to the solution to this journey but as we can see, not so much. To be honest I think it would have been kind of funny if I had found her on my FIRST fun search.Okai, now onto the real search :)
Labels: bags of cheese, grocery store, scottish guy, the cheese girl
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 11/16/2009 07:02:00 AM,
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Cheese changes people lives
Sunday, November 15, 2009
10 years ago on a sunny spring day, Drew and I were flipping around on the channels when he stopped on a lower public tv channel; the number of which completely eludes me right now. It was on that channel we watched a commercial which would change and evolve our lives in ways that we can't even begin to discuss.
The commercial we watched that day was about the Ontario dairy industry and to be even more detailed - cheese in particular. It was done in a reality-tv-security-monitor style which took place inside of a grocery store. A very older Scottish man and younger woman stared in the commercial.
The commercial made us laugh. The commercial made us create jokes that have lived on for the past 10 years. We quote lines from that commercial. That ONE commercial created a game between Drew and I; a sort of 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon commercials. THAT commercial created a very unnatural obsession with the woman we so lovingly call "The Cheese Girl."
You probably don't know her, but you've seen her (if you watch tv commercials). Over the past 10 years shes been a number of commercials and she's even done a couple of tv shows. We've been keeping track.
A couple of nights ago, while laying in bed having our "nightly chat under the blankets," Drew double dog dared me to finally, after all of these years to find out her name. Okai, he didn't actuallly double dog dare me, he said it couldn't be done. He said I could never do it... I through in the "I'll get you an autographed photo of her & get her to sign it <3 the cheese girl." Then I said "bet me, bet me I can't do it. Come on double dog dare me."
He laughed.
This is the journey of how I am going to do it.
My tecnique.
My findings.
and when it's all done, I am going to upload the SIGNED photograph image.
then you'll ALL clap, send me emails telling me how awesome I am.
Labels: the cheese girl
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 11/15/2009 07:02:00 PM,
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whats that thing called again?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Me: whats that called again? The whore tag?
Drew: what are you talking about?
Me: that thing on the back of girls bums. that inkie thing. The slut mark?
Drew: do you mean the "tramp stamp?"
Me: YAH! that's it! ha ha ha ha
Drew: hee hee the slut mark.
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 8/13/2009 08:56:00 PM,
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wonders if...
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
... Spike Lee knows how much he comes off as being a douche bag in interviews. I can't tell if he IS a douche bag or if he just comes off as a douche bag because it's an interview and when you're doing an interview you are really selling something - and that's usually yourself.
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also, does anyone else want the Idomo guy to hot iron his beard?
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 7/29/2009 10:51:00 PM,
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FULL OF AWESOME
Friday, June 26, 2009
THIS is the note Drew made and put up on his door at work yesterday before he left for his mini vacation or as we like to refer to it at my house "the sleepy time til you're rested nap time"Of course it is full of awesome and made me laugh for a solid 15 minutes when he showed it to me.
This note alone should make you jealous that I have him all to myself and you don't.
Labels: AWESOME
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 6/26/2009 07:50:00 AM,
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Transcription of the 2005 Kenyon Commencement Address - May 21, 2005
Thursday, June 25, 2009
(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I'd advise you to go ahead, because I'm sure going to. In fact I'm gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings ["parents"?] and congratulations to Kenyon's graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?"
This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories. The story ["thing"] turns out to be one of the better, less bullshitty conventions of the genre, but if you're worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise, older fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don't be. I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning.
Of course the main requirement of speeches like this is that I'm supposed to talk about your liberal arts education's meaning, to try to explain why the degree you are about to receive has actual human value instead of just a material payoff. So let's talk about the single most pervasive cliché in the commencement speech genre, which is that a liberal arts education is not so much about filling you up with knowledge as it is about quote teaching you how to think. If you're like me as a student, you've never liked hearing this, and you tend to feel a bit insulted by the claim that you needed anybody to teach you how to think, since the fact that you even got admitted to a college this good seems like proof that you already know how to think. But I'm going to posit to you that the liberal arts cliché turns out not to be insulting at all, because the really significant education in thinking that we're supposed to get in a place like this isn't really about the capacity to think, but rather about the choice of what to think about. If your total freedom of choice regarding what to think about seems too obvious to waste time discussing, I'd ask you to think about fish and water, and to bracket for just a few minutes your skepticism about the value of the totally obvious.
Here's another didactic little story. There are these two guys sitting together in a bar in the remote Alaskan wilderness. One of the guys is religious, the other is an atheist, and the two are arguing about the existence of God with that special intensity that comes after about the fourth beer. And the atheist says: "Look, it's not like I don't have actual reasons for not believing in God. It's not like I haven't ever experimented with the whole God and prayer thing. Just last month I got caught away from the camp in that terrible blizzard, and I was totally lost and I couldn't see a thing, and it was fifty below, and so I tried it: I fell to my knees in the snow and cried out 'Oh, God, if there is a God, I'm lost in this blizzard, and I'm gonna die if you don't help me.'" And now, in the bar, the religious guy looks at the atheist all puzzled. "Well then you must believe now," he says, "After all, here you are, alive." The atheist just rolls his eyes. "No, man, all that was was a couple Eskimos happened to come wandering by and showed me the way back to camp."
It's easy to run this story through kind of a standard liberal arts analysis: the exact same experience can mean two totally different things to two different people, given those people's two different belief templates and two different ways of constructing meaning from experience. Because we prize tolerance and diversity of belief, nowhere in our liberal arts analysis do we want to claim that one guy's interpretation is true and the other guy's is false or bad. Which is fine, except we also never end up talking about just where these individual templates and beliefs come from. Meaning, where they come from INSIDE the two guys. As if a person's most basic orientation toward the world, and the meaning of his experience were somehow just hard-wired, like height or shoe-size; or automatically absorbed from the culture, like language. As if how we construct meaning were not actually a matter of personal, intentional choice. Plus, there's the whole matter of arrogance. The nonreligious guy is so totally certain in his dismissal of the possibility that the passing Eskimos had anything to do with his prayer for help. True, there are plenty of religious people who seem arrogant and certain of their own interpretations, too. They're probably even more repulsive than atheists, at least to most of us. But religious dogmatists' problem is exactly the same as the story's unbeliever: blind certainty, a close-mindedness that amounts to an imprisonment so total that the prisoner doesn't even know he's locked up.
The point here is that I think this is one part of what teaching me how to think is really supposed to mean. To be just a little less arrogant. To have just a little critical awareness about myself and my certainties. Because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. I have learned this the hard way, as I predict you graduates will, too.
Here is just one example of the total wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe; the realist, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely think about this sort of natural, basic self-centeredness because it's so socially repulsive. But it's pretty much the same for all of us. It is our default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: there is no experience you have had that you are not the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is there in front of YOU or behind YOU, to the left or right of YOU, on YOUR TV or YOUR monitor. And so on. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real.
Please don't worry that I'm getting ready to lecture you about compassion or other-directedness or all the so-called virtues. This is not a matter of virtue. It's a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default setting which is to be deeply and literally self-centered and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self. People who can adjust their natural default setting this way are often described as being "well-adjusted", which I suggest to you is not an accidental term.
Given the triumphant academic setting here, an obvious question is how much of this work of adjusting our default setting involves actual knowledge or intellect. This question gets very tricky. Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education -- least in my own case -- is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract argument inside my head, instead of simply paying attention to what is going on right in front of me, paying attention to what is going on inside me.
As I'm sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about quote the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master.
This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in: the head. They shoot the terrible master. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger.
And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense. Let's get concrete. The plain fact is that you graduating seniors do not yet have any clue what "day in day out" really means. There happen to be whole, large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration. The parents and older folks here will know all too well what I'm talking about.
By way of example, let's say it's an average adult day, and you get up in the morning, go to your challenging, white-collar, college-graduate job, and you work hard for eight or ten hours, and at the end of the day you're tired and somewhat stressed and all you want is to go home and have a good supper and maybe unwind for an hour, and then hit the sack early because, of course, you have to get up the next day and do it all again. But then you remember there's no food at home. You haven't had time to shop this week because of your challenging job, and so now after work you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It's the end of the work day and the traffic is apt to be: very bad. So getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there, the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it's the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping. And the store is hideously lit and infused with soul-killing muzak or corporate pop and it's pretty much the last place you want to be but you can't just get in and quickly out; you have to wander all over the huge, over-lit store's confusing aisles to find the stuff you want and you have to maneuver your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts (et cetera, et cetera, cutting stuff out because this is a long ceremony) and eventually you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren't enough check-out lanes open even though it's the end-of-the-day rush. So the checkout line is incredibly long, which is stupid and infuriating. But you can't take your frustration out on the frantic lady working the register, who is overworked at a job whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpasses the imagination of any of us here at a prestigious college.
But anyway, you finally get to the checkout line's front, and you pay for your food, and you get told to "Have a nice day" in a voice that is the absolute voice of death. Then you have to take your creepy, flimsy, plastic bags of groceries in your cart with the one crazy wheel that pulls maddeningly to the left, all the way out through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive, rush-hour traffic, et cetera et cetera.
Everyone here has done this, of course. But it hasn't yet been part of you graduates' actual life routine, day after week after month after year.
But it will be. And many more dreary, annoying, seemingly meaningless routines besides. But that is not the point. The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing is gonna come in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I'm gonna be pissed and miserable every time I have to shop. Because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me. About MY hungriness and MY fatigue and MY desire to just get home, and it's going to seem for all the world like everybody else is just in my way. And who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are, and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line. And look at how deeply and personally unfair this is.
Or, of course, if I'm in a more socially conscious liberal arts form of my default setting, I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic being disgusted about all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUV's and Hummers and V-12 pickup trucks, burning their wasteful, selfish, forty-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper-stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest [responding here to loud applause] (this is an example of how NOT to think, though) most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers. And I can think about how our children's children will despise us for wasting all the future's fuel, and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and selfish and disgusting we all are, and how modern consumer society just sucks, and so forth and so on.
You get the idea.
If I choose to think this way in a store and on the freeway, fine. Lots of us do. Except thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic that it doesn't have to be a choice. It is my natural default setting. It's the automatic way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I'm operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the center of the world, and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world's priorities.
The thing is that, of course, there are totally different ways to think about these kinds of situations. In this traffic, all these vehicles stopped and idling in my way, it's not impossible that some of these people in SUV's have been in horrible auto accidents in the past, and now find driving so terrifying that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive. Or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he's trying to get this kid to the hospital, and he's in a bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am: it is actually I who am in HIS way.
Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket's checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have harder, more tedious and painful lives than I do.
Again, please don't think that I'm giving you moral advice, or that I'm saying you are supposed to think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it. Because it's hard. It takes will and effort, and if you are like me, some days you won't be able to do it, or you just flat out won't want to.
But most days, if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she's not usually like this. Maybe she's been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it's also not impossible. It just depends what you what to consider. If you're automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won't consider possibilities that aren't annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.
Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're gonna try to see it.
This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship.
Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship -- be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles -- is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.
Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful, it's that they're unconscious. They are default settings.
They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing.
And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along in a pool of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving and [unintelligible -- sounds like "displayal"]. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.
That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.
I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. You are, of course, free to think of it whatever you wish. But please don't just dismiss it as just some finger-wagging Dr. Laura sermon. None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death.
The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death.
It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over:
"This is water."
"This is water."
It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out. Which means yet another grand cliché turns out to be true: your education really IS the job of a lifetime. And it commences: now.
I wish you way more than luck.
Labels: words to live by
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 6/25/2009 09:54:00 AM,
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who the fuck is this guy and why does he have MAD SKILLS!!!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
WHO IS THIS DUDE AND WHY DOES HE HAVE MAD SKILLS !!! Dear: Dude with the mad skills,
Thank you for blowing my mind. It's been a while and to be perfectly honest, I needed a little mind blowing. You did it in the most romantic way too... with your MAD ARTSY MASTERY SKILLS.
Thats' hawt. Will you marry me?
love hugs and kisses
The Queen
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/26/2009 01:54:00 PM,
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There is magic in the air
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I have magic back in my life.
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/22/2009 10:55:00 PM,
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Timmy is a communist
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/22/2009 07:08:00 AM,
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a line in the sand
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Recently, I had something happen to me that really pissed me off.
I was so hurt and frustrated.
I tried REALLY hard not to be angry about it, I tried to be understanding and forgiving. My brother had even spoken to me about forgetting, forgiving and letting go - and I tried that but it didn't work.
I have thought about why I was so upset by the situation and why I got angry and have come to the conclusion that it comes down to mutual respect, courtesy and just manning up to what YOU are responsible for.
I KNOW the situation would have been different if the person had called or emailed me and said you know what I am sorry this has happened and that it has taken me so long to rectify this situation (because I have stuff going on in my life that is out of my control) but I am going to make this right for you because I was the one who took responsibility in the first place. And I am going to do that in "this time frame."
Cuz had they done THAT I would have waited indefinitely.
But that never happened.
And I have no idea why that never happened.
Since then, I have had a couple of people talk to me about possessions and those possessions JUST being possessions. And that in the grand scheme of things, possessions mean nothing. I get that but at what point do possessions become the metaphor for how you treat a person. Although, some people don't see a car as being a important item in a persons life (namely me) but what if you wrecked someones car and never gave that person money to fix said car? And what if that person didn't have enough money to replace that car? What if that car was the car they used to travel 50kms everyday to work. What if that car was the car someone used to make money to support their family and by wrecking it, you, by virtue of wrecking it was taking food out of their children's mouth? You'd feel pretty shitty. Or maybe you wouldn't because you didn't know that's how much that car meant to them.
I have learned a lot and had to make some hard decisions since this started. One of the things that I am taking out of this situation is how this person feels about me. Cuz if they had mutual respect for me and didn't think I was a shit head they would have called me and had THAT conversation with me because they knew I was understanding and flexible. But they didn't. They ignored my emails. Never called me and never talked to me about it. And that makes me sad. Sad that they didn't feel they could have that conversation with me, that I was WORTH that conversation and that they, as my friend could come to me and make things right.
On the one hand I am glad this has happened because I want people in my life who are adding to my world, have the same ideologies and want to share that with me and want to treat me the same way I treat them. Cuz when this happened I didn't freak out at all, I was understanding and forgiving because mistakes happen - it was when they showed me that I wasn't worth it that I started to freak out.
And I need to draw a line in the sand for shit like that, keep it on your side of the line.
Labels: I forgive you
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/21/2009 08:52:00 AM,
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Ashton what r u doing?
Friday, April 17, 2009
I like Ashton Kutcher. He's a pretty good guy. He made me laugh in "Punked" and I say, hey you wanna love a gorgeous cougar - go for it. But I gotta say Ashton you really let me down.He's on twitter right now pulling some crazy contest on him getting 1 million followers and then he'll donate a bunch of mosquito nets to stop malaria.
I think it's a bunk punk.
I love that he wants to donate the nets. That's cool. And bringing attention to the malaria plight via a 2 year old twitter contest is old and done. I guess to some extent I expect him to be more "with the times." I think one of the things that makes me even crazier about this contest is this video. I keep watching it thinking that they DON'T LOOK cool at all. PLUS I think, if you're a kabillionaire why don't you just donate the money because you can. Why does he have to parade himself and his wife licking dog via the web? And is it just me or do they all sound and act drunk?
Labels: I can see your dinky
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/17/2009 07:07:00 AM,
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I've never been kissed & I live with my cat pebbles - I AM GOING TO ROCK YOU
Thursday, April 16, 2009
so amazing
posted by Queen of Light and Joy @ 4/16/2009 06:50:00 AM,
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