Sunday, November 6, 2016

Politics ....ARRRGH....State Questions Oklahoma

I wrote this for my other blog, but I just felt that I wanted to repeat it here. I don't argue politics as I get too anxious and I don't feel I can speak intelligently about the issues. I know what I feel and where my heart is. So I keep most of my ideas and feelings to myself. I just had to say this. All the fighting and negativity is driving me crazy. We have so many important decisions to make this election and I want to do my best.

I really hate politics. I just want the two sides to honestly lay out what they are selling and then just let us make a decision. With the Presidential Election throwing around so much negativity, we don't even know what our State Questions mean.

There is so much negativity. When we are teaching our children about our most important right of this country...The Right To Vote...all they see is a bunch of adults acting like neanderthals. I started to say children, but our children may be immature, they are not cruel, nasty people. They have to be feeling the effects of all the stress that this election is bringing to their parents, grandparents, teachers...well all the adults in their lives. But enough about the negativity and visceral that surrounds our elections.

The media doesn't think that we are smart enough to look at the issues and make up our own minds. They prejudice the news that they are suppose to be reporting. When this happens, it brings out the worst in all of the candidates. And the candidates play right into that. They in return quit focusing on the issues. We get no real answers on how they will lead our country. I just want it all to stop,

Now having gotten that rant out of my system, I want to say how confused I am about our State Questions. I know I am not informed enough to vote on State Question 777. I also want to say that the people that is most affected by this law are the farmers. So my questions are what percentage of the population are farmers? Why would the rest of the State even know how this affects their lives and businesses. Wouldn't this question be left up to them?  I hope that they know what is best for the state. I want to do best for those that would be affected.I think the rest of the questions, I can make a good choice. It's just this one that I am worried that my vote will not be the right one.

Did I say that I hate politics? Well I hope everyone of you get out and vote. Do what ever you can to make the best decisions for you and your family! Don't forget that it is your right and it is completely anonymous. It is also your right not to tell anyone the way you voted. In fact, it is considered rude to ask someone how they voted.   

Monday, March 3, 2014

The last 10 years, The next 10

Trying to make sense of the tragic and useless death of Philip Seymour, I don't know where to begin. I think anger is one emotion that I feel. Anger that he wasted his life, anger that he had reached the star that many have chased but wasted it on drugs. For all of his fans that he let down. I know his personal demons led to the event of his death. It's not fair to judge him.

 Having said all of that brings me to why I am writing this blog tonight. I found out that he was 10 years younger than me. Ten years...I thought what have I done in the past ten years. When you start putting your life in sections, each one a decade long, you can see that your lifetime consists of many lives. My first few lives consisted of my childhood, marriage and my children's childhood. All of the blessings and wonderments that came in those lives have brought me to where?

Where? is my second career. The career I wished I had began with. I am a Paraprofessional at the Junior High where I attended school. I began this career about 5 years into my Disability Years. In 2003 I was working at York International. I had been there for 20 years working as a lead person on an assembly line. The work was physical and was not kind to someone with sever arthritis and fibromyalgia. I went out in January and never returned. I was lost. I applied for and received SSDI and at the age of 46 I was sitting waiting for what. In 2008 I began substituting for the Moore Public School system. Central Junior High is just about a mile from my home, the school I was an alumni of, and had the best staff a school could hope for. Everyone from the janitor to the principal made me feel golden. A few years into subbing I was offered a long term sub job for a para on maternity leave. During this time because of one thing after another, I spent the whole year in that classroom.

When summer came along, I found I was in a dilemma.I was offered this job however I wanted it. I could become a full time employee, or I could continue to just be the full time sub.  I had fallen in love with all the students in that classroom. They needed a full time paraprofessional. But working this many hours, my SSDI would probably be taken away. People called me crazy and my mom was worried that I would lose my income and not be able to work. I thought about it all summer long and 2 weeks before school started I made my decision. I was going to begin my new career. This was a job I actually loved and was so glad to get up out of bed for.  The principal had to jump through some hoops to make it happen for me. Did I mention that they have the best staff ever.

The school is a Title 1 school which means that all the paraprofessionals have to be Highly Qualified. I had to take a special test to become qualified as I have no college education. Sweating bullets, I passed the test making a score of 478 of 480 possible points. An angel must have been on my shoulder that day because math was not one of my strongest subjects. I know the basics as I was taught, but that was a long time ago.
Things are not the same.

I seem to be rambling here which is exactly what I am doing. I began writing this several weeks ago and just now came back to it. This is how unorganized my life is. But it is my life and we are talking about the past ten years. I have a new career that I love. I have had 3 more grandchildren to add to the 5 I already had.

We also bought a motorcycle and joined a riding association. I should say my husband bought a motorcycle. I was against it. But he bought it and since he promised me our entire married life to show me the United States, I thought I better climb on and ride. We have met some amazing friends that I would not have crossed paths with except for the motorcycle. And like he promised we have begun our journey of the United States.

Seeing it from the motorcycle is a wonderful experience. I didn't realize how much difference it made until this past summer. Our second trip to Yellowstone, our friends health kept them in the car. June in the mountains is a lot cooler than August. I rode many days in the car with our friends. And when we were in Yellowstone, it was rainy also. My husband joined us in the cage. aka the car. The experience is just not the same. I realized how lucky I was to see it from the bike the first time. For instance, in Colorado, I was on the bike when we slowed down for construction. When we came around the bend, there was a buck standing in the road looking back over his shoulder. Suddenly two does came out of the tree line and they crossed the road. This would not have looked the same in the cage. You not only see the sights, but you feel. smell and just absorb the whole experience from the bike. I have seen Colorado, New Mexico, Idaho, Utah, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Nebraska, Missouri, Kansas, Louisiana, Arkansas, and Kansas.

So let's review my last ten years that I would have missed if I hadn't lived. I have been retired, found a new career, had 3 more grandchildren, been to new places like Yellow Stone and Mnt. Rushmore, turned 50, met new friends, taught my grandkids at school, gotten paid to write, was an extra in a movie, have place on the IMDB website, and much much much more.

These past ten years that have been, have added so much love and happiness to my life. I cannot imagine how different my eulogy would be if I had not had these years. I am so sorry for Phillip Seymour's family and friends. I hope he knew how important he was to the people he left behind. I am sorry that his demons won and took him from this world too soon. I hope that he has found peace on the other side.




Saturday, January 11, 2014

Oh, Where Has The Writing Gone? Sat January 11, 2014

I love to write my thoughts down. I have opinions on just about everything, and writing them down is how I express those opinions. So why have I gone almost a year without writing more than a few words.

First of all this past year has given me plenty of material to write. Keeping up with everything that has gone bad or good is almost impossible. I guess the reason I have been reluctant, is that is is so personal. Another word to describe it is SAD...just plain sad. I suppose writing about it would make it too real and I would have to examine and actually feel the pain.

Although the past year we have seen the worst in people, we have also seen the best. When you feel that the human race is so past redemption and there is no salvation for it, it turns and compassion, empathy, sympathy, goodness abound. Stories of the love we have for each other come forth and we see why God hasn't discarded us after all.

Even though it is almost the middle of January already, I am going to make this resolution. Writing everyday? No, that is a great goal, but a more realistic goal will be 3 times a week. I hope that I write everyday, but maybe if I try really hard, I can at least get close to my goal. What will I write about? My day? Hmmm well I am sure that no one wants to hear about my almost boring life, but sometimes I do have some interesting things happen...Hello I am a teacher at a Junior High. You can't get more Drama if you tried. I think that since I am trying to learn to write more creatively, and some day write true short stories (not TRUE Stories, just fiction ones that some one would actually want to read) and maybe a novel, I will be doing writing exercises.

So this is Saturday and if I keep my resolution, I will be back at least 2 times to share more ramblings and stories of my life.







Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Conflict and Angst

Last night I was reading an article written at Writer's Digest. The article was called "How to Write a Novel". I am always reading all I can on how to be a better writer.
You see, I have all these characters in my head. I begin to write a scene and it turns out wonderful. So you ask me, "What is the problem?" It seems that my characters won't go anywhere from there. You know that is a little disheartening to a writer. It seems that without going forward or backward to another scene, you really have very little chance that you will write a novel. I know...seems like such a small obstacle but it really is a hard one to overcome.

Well as I read the 7 tips to write a novel, I had one of those light bulb moments. I have heard it over and over in every How To book there is out there. It seems that your main character needs a little angst or conflict. Well, there lies the problem I believe. My entire life, I have tried my hardest to avoid conflict. I hate it. It gets in the way of all the happy stuff life is suppose to be about.
I don't know how to fix this problem. You know as much as you want a book to be all Sunshine and Lollipops, it does not make a great story.

Seriously, I know you have to make this happen. Learning to let your character feel pain, or be less than perfect must be extremely hard. The books you really love to read have characters that you fall in love with. When that character is written in first person, you feel everything they feel. You become that person in the book. For instance in "New Moon" I cried from the page that Edward left Bella in the forest until she saved him in Italy. I don't know if I can write that much pain.

 One of the saddest movies I have watched is "Sophie's Choice". The movie was adapted from the book of the same name. Author William Styron wrote novels that were full of pain and conflict. He gave us a glimpse into some of the worst ugly in this world. I haven't read his work, so all I am basing this on is the one movie I saw and then the little research that I have done as I write this blog.  I will definitely read his other work. Sophie and Nathan certainly had conflict and angst. I wonder what it cost Styron emotionally writing the horror of the Holocaust and the reality in the life of a paranoid schizophrenic.

Every author gives the same advice. READ and READ some more and Write and Write some more. I can do that. And I will practice giving my characters angst. 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Hey... It's Cindy..I thought I'd start a new Blog. I sort of just quit writing last winter. Right before the end of winter, about the same time as my "seasonal affective disorder" was at it's worst, a young man that I knew was in a horrible accident that cost him His life. The driver of the car was another kid that I considered mine. Before that, in the fall, God took one of my Angels to Heaven and gave her wings. In May the tornado destroyed a big part of our community. Six of our Angels lost their lives.

In the past, writing has helped me through the bad times. I just couldn't. I would stare at the  screen, and nothing. Of course, when the screen on my laptop broke, and the charging port didn't want to work, that didn't help. Writing on my Kindle is not so easy...but then when it was stolen, it got harder to do. I did get a new Kindle and upgraded to the 8" model.  I bought a book from Amazon called Creative Writing Strategies: Writing Exercises. And so here I am. I thought that maybe here...I can just pretend that this is my Writer's Notebook and here I will practice my craft. Oh by the way...Writer's Notebook is something I learned in Jr High.