Daring Southern Women
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentine's Day
I came home from school on February 14, 1986, full of joy from my bright pink and red trimmings, and dozens of little candies and Valentines from my new school friends. I was excited to share this with them, and for the first time in my life, I got home, and no one was there. Anywhere. I tried all the doors, rang the bell and eventually settled down to sob uncontrollably on my front porch and mourn my abandonment.
My first mom died when I was fourteen months old. Although I have always had her family in my life, obviously, I have no personal memories of her. My father did, and to this day does, love her very much. So, when he met and married my second mom, it was only natural that they come home and surprise me with their impromptu courthouse marriage with great enthusiasm and delight.
I wasn't having any of it. To this day, I make sure to remind them that it is the Anniversary of My Abandonment. It's a running joke, now, and it was actually my (second) mom that reminded me this year. I suppose I sort of gave up last year when I had to remind both of them that it was their silver wedding anniversary. These unceremonious people have never even bought wedding rings.
So, I've never really been into Valentine's Day, and I blame my parents. Today I completely forgot that it was Valentine's Day, despite putting together my daughter's Valentine's gifts for her class last night. The guy that I bought coffee from this morning reminded me. My husband texted me (naturally, he's perfectly fine with not having to buy any overpriced crap for me), and that was enough.
But, then, there was a knock on the door of my office (we have random crazy people show up that we'd rather not have to extract from inside of the building). My boss opened the door, and I heard a sweet voice ask if I was in. He let the sweet voice in, and an old friend of mine came to my desk and presented me with a gift bag containing a card, a darling tote she picked up because it "reminded [her] of [me]," and a gift she had lovingly made herself. The gift she made herself was a project she had done as a child, had always wanted to do again, and she timed the delivery of it to me, and to people all over (I know of at least four recipients - probably more - and we're not all local), to coincide with Valentine's Day.
Random acts of kindness and love. Now, that's what today should be all about.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Our Generation
Well, you can't just buy a lot of what I grow (or try to grow) in a store. When I shop for seeds, I deliberately buy seeds that will grow white tomatoes, or purple brussels sprouts, or orange cauliflower. Not only is it fun to grow things in unexpected colors, but there are vitamin benefits in them, as well (which I'm not going to go into in this post). Another thing I'm known for in this neighborhood is my hot peppers. I've damn near killed a few people with those peppers, and they've all loved it. My garden is in my front yard, and I've had complete strangers stop to ask if they could look at it. Old ladies seem to find it particularly enjoyable.
Today, I bought four "bitties." They'll be here in April. The only color of egg that none of them will lay is white. One will lay dark brown (and probably speckled) eggs. The other three will lay either blue, green, or pink eggs. The breeds are specifically friendly and calm. My husband wants to name them "old lady names" like Mildred or Ethel. I want to name one Lula Belle. What has been the reaction of people to my want for chickens? Completely supportive, encouraging, and positive. It's this kind of thing that makes me believe that we are a generation that doesn't just say we want to make the world a better place, but we actually do try.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
It all balances out in the end.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Yes, I am defensive, and here's why:
Church #1: An Episcopalian church in easy walking distance from my apartment. It was a fairly small church, and I emailed them to tell them that I wasn't raised in their denomination (I was baptised Methodist), but wanted to learn and join them. I was initially welcomed and encouraged to visit, but the woman I spoke with via email told me that I should know that they were no longer part of the Episcopalian faith. They had converted their church to Lutheran, and if I had an issue with that, she wanted me to be aware of that fact.
Well, I dunno. Should I? I googled it.
Apparently, the Episcopalians in L.A. decided to welcome gay people into their fold, and there was a rift in the church, which caused some churches to defect. I asked about this, and said, "I cannot be a part of a church that bases membership on exclusion." I was told that I'd "be more comfortable at another church."
Church #2: Also Episcopal, also near my house. They had an interim priest; a woman. She had South Georgia Roots. After we'd exchanged a few emails, I explained to her my situation about Church #1. She shut down and totally stopped talking to me entirely.
Church #3: I was curious about Islam, and was taking a religion class so I decided to do some research. The imam I contacted was warm and welcoming. He offered to be my teacher and my guide, and told me he would walk by my side the entire time I was at his mosque. He warmly welcomed my questions, and ended each email with "Blessings Be Upon You," and I felt like he really meant it. He always responded with extreme kindness and indulged my curiosity without regard for my Western ignorance. I regret, to this day, that I left Los Angeles without having met him in person.
And, that is the story of why it pisses me off to hear American Christians complain that they are oppressed and that American Muslims "have more rights" than they do. How about we all just respect one another and the fact that it's really special that in this country, our forefathers got together and said, "You know what? We're not going to piss on anyone's religion, and we're not going to let anyone else do it, either."
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
There's something wrong with my house. . . .
For my child, it was love at first site. She pet it, talked to it, and followed it around. Then she got the controls and all hell broke loose. The hosts of the party gladly gave it up to her. Apparently, it had woken the lady of the house out of a dead sleep several times after turning itself on and running itself into a wall repeatedly. At no point did I think this was going to be fun to take home.
Since coming home, my daughter has made it several new nests to sleep in, driven it around, worried about it, sung to it, hugged it, etc. And, it never stops turning itself on by itself. I'm at the point of being afraid to take the batteries out of it, for fear that it will continue to turn itself on and look at me with its glowing, red, eyes. While my child claps and giggles in delight.
Tonight, looking for an escape from the rat, I went to the bathroom. Typically, I am not afraid of spiders unless one gets trapped between its web and my face, but when you turn on the light of your bathroom, and a hairy, South Georgia tarantula (they call them "wolf spiders") isn't even scared enough of YOU to move out of the middle of the bathroom floor, it's time to shriek a little bit. My husband came to see why I was whimpering in the hallway, when I clearly needed to pee and be rat-free for a moment, but was distracted by the large, furry, creature that most certainly does not need batteries to be animated in the middle of the floor. He decided the spider had to die.
I like spiders. I like frogs. I like lizards. If it murders and disposes of the bodies of mosquitoes or flies, I'm a fan. I also have a problem with killing things of a certain size, or if they have hair. The spider is about two inches long, with its legs out, and my nearsighted ass can see hair on it from ten feet away. I ran off my husband, took a deep breath, and stepped over the spider. It barely flinched, but gave me a little room as it scurried another inch towards the bathtub. I knew it was bathtime for my daughter, and figured that between her noise and a little space, it would flee if given a chance. My husband gave our daughter her bath, we did our nighttime ritual, and I had to pee again (because I have a bladder the size of a walnut). The spider is in the corner of the bathtub and wall, close to the toilet.
CHEWING. CLEANING ITSELF. SETTING UP A HOUSEHOLD.
I still have to pee, and the rat is encouraging me to leave the living room with its glowing red eyes to confront Mr. Wolf. Yes, we have another bathroom, but I'm not completely convinced that something smaller than my hand should have the upper hand in deciding what toilet I should use.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
A return to self-sufficiency
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Giving
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Answering....or not answering....the important questions....
Let me start by clarifying a couple of things. I am not, and most likely will not ever, say that there is no God. I am also not saying that there is a God, and am just as adamant that I will likely never say that. If you would like detailed instructions on what you should believe, then find another blog. There are plenty out there that will do just that - just not this one. I do, however, think it's an interesting discussion, and a question that everyone should seriously think through.
The science vs religion debate has been raging since Aristarchus became the first well known heretic for exhibiting independent thought. Probably even before that, actually. It's a pointless argument for a lot of reasons, not the least being that the basis of most of the world's religions is faith, not proof. You can not prove or disprove the existence of God. Period. As a scientist, I very rarely say that you can't possibly do something. But in this case, that's precisely what I'm doing. Science can't disprove it because any scientific principle that is used can be countered with, "God made that principle." Proving it is just as tricky, because a "miracle" cure could be due to modern medicine, The complexity of the human eyeball has been explained scientifically ad nauseum, but is still used as an argument to "prove" that God exists. And that vision of the Virgin Mary by the underpass? Yeah, that's probably just mold, which will make you sick if you camp out next to it.
The thing that people fail to realize is that it is okay to come to a conclusion without absolute proof. Scientists do it all the time. How many times have we been "sure" of something, only to have someone disprove it a few decades later? Once we were "sure" the Earth was the center of everything. Then we were "sure" the sun was the center of everything. Now we have a good idea where the center is, but have the sense to admit that we're not sure of anything. The important thing is to keep questioning. This applies to both sides of the argument. Science is worthless if one does not take the time to fully understand it and have the willingness to change your opinion when necessary. Religion is worthless if you don't question it and resolve that it really makes sense to you … as opposed to believing whatever your parents told you to without question.
The problem I have with this argument is that neither side answers the fundamental question: What happened at the very beginning? Quantum Fluctuations provide a pretty good explanation of how "something" could come from "nothing." But fails to answer WHY it happens. Mainly because the purpose of science is to answer "how," not "why." Religion has a similar problem. Okay, so God said it, and it was so. That answers the "why" but not the "how." Not to mention that it doesn't answer the question of "What created God?" Is it really okay to accept that God has "just always been," but not accept that energy and space (the only requirements for the Big Bang) have "just always been?" I admit that both of those arguments bother the crap out of me.
It has often been said that an organism only has the capacity to understand something simpler than itself. A worm can't possibly understand the inner workings of a more complex creature. In fact, it likely can't understand much beyond "Dig, eat, dig, eat." - because that is its function. Something as complex as a digestive system is beyond its capacity because it is totally alien for the worm. Humans, on the other hand, have the capability of understanding almost all animals…..except humans. Why do you think the study of Psychology progresses so much more slowly than the other sciences? Because we simply do not have the capacity to understand our own complexity, much less something bigger and more complex than we are, such as God or the science behind the creation of the Universe. If there is a God, we have no more hope of proving it scientifically than a worm has of explaining how it gets nutrients from dirt. If there isn't a God, I doubt we will fully understand the inner workings of the Universe. That, in fact, would make us Gods - which is not only mind boggling, but starts a whole new series of debates.
So my point is that I'm okay with not knowing. People who (frequently) tell me to "make a decision" and get off the fence of Agnosticism are asking the impossible. Don't get me wrong, I plan on continuing to TRY to figure it all out. We can always learn more, but we will never understand it all. So like a good scientist, I refuse to settle on a theory until I have adequate evidence. I have, however, settled on a couple of core principles. First, if there is a God, he did not give us intellectual abilities for nothing. We are allowed and expected to question, and draw conclusions in whatever way we see fit. (I would be seriously worried about my child if he never asked questions, and I suspect that God feels the same way.) Second, since questioning is an integral part of our existence, I find it hard to believe that a loving God would send us to hell if we looked at all the options, and chose the wrong one. Everyone makes mistakes. That is, after all, one of the core beliefs of Christianity as well.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Steel Magnolias
This wonderful group of women has a foundation that has been tried, has been distant, has gone years without speaking, and it never matters. No matter what happens, happy, sad, or dull, each day brings us closer together, and I genuinely feel sorry for people that do not have what we have.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Acting like a grownup
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The importance of freedom of religion
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out --
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out --
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out --
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me -- and there was no one left to speak for me.
-Pastor Martin Niemoller, Holocaust victim.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Terrorists are Coming! Oh, Wait. . . .
For some reason, Jewish people are oddly tolerated by the Baptists. I was told it was because they were "God's Chosen People," but unless they accepted Jesus as their lord and savior, they were going to hell, too. I never really was able to reconcile that. Also, because of the redneck, football, Baptist, culture, I find it surprising we've had a synagogue in our town for over a hundred years. It's not hidden in the outskirts of town, either. It's smack dab in the middle of town, and I can't ever recall anyone messing with them. The Mormons, on the other hand, decided they would also build a church in town, and all hell broke loose. The whole town became hysterical over it, but that was years ago, and the controversy has died down.
The next controversy is beginning. I was completely unaware that we had any sort of significant Muslim population in town, until today. Someone I know had posted the link to the website of an Islamic group that is trying to build themselves a mosque. In town. Near the college. I checked out the website, and it is modest, as are their building plans. They have also posted some of their legal documents, like their Articles of Organization, which is how I learned that they actually started to get serious about organizing two years ago. I suspect this is starting to make waves because they might be coming close to a goal of breaking ground. I honestly don't know, but I know my conservative Southern Baptist town well enough to suspect.
Fundamentalists ruin everything for everyone that isn't a fanatic, and the Christians seem to have a very spotty memory when it comes to their history. I think it would be great for this town to have more diversity, instead of just preaching whatever fits your current judgment of others. The very first thing you read at the very top of our Islamic Center's website is: Assalaamu-a’laikum (Peace Be Upon You). Welcome to our website. The Valdosta Islamic Center is a not-for-profit organization which strives to serve the religious, educational, and social needs of the growing Muslim community of the greater Valdosta Area. Also we reach out to the people of other faiths, convey the true principles and concepts of Islam, and build strong relationships with private, business, and public institutions around the area.
I guess we'd better hide our kids, hide our wives, because they're coming for us.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thoughts on priorities...
Pretty
Learning
I love to cooking, photography & knitting. I have many other passions in life, but those are the ones I seem to focus on, plus learning. Everyone has a passion, that they love to do. I immerse my self in my hobbies as an escape from day to day life or just to enjoy life more. Isn't that why we have hobbies?