Christmas Cards and

December has come. I’m trying to make room in the house for a Christmas Tree, not sure what type as of yet. I have to get decorations for it, so the less costliest thing is best. Big cut tree costs less than a growing live little tree. But little tree takes smaller decorations, little cut trees I do not like. I only like little live trees since they are alive and have life to plant. The one we got last year just died, DH didn’t plant it when he should of, as well as never planted it. It was sad, still is a sad thing.

So I’m just not sure what I’ll do. I have made a card to send to family and a few far away friends. (a scrapbook type card, pop-up and with stuff printed out from computer and punch-outs.) I decided to do that after I made a pop-up for the birthday girl last week. I found a template online for a butterfly, and made it a scrapbook card without planning. That same site had a few other templates for pop-ups, and so when I had a few hours by myself this past week, the idea and card for Christmas blossomed without my help. I just did it. I spent time yesterday punching out snowflakes and numbers for the cards. I have to get the pop-ups done still, then can piece everything together.

This is more than I’ve done in the past few years. I gave up on cards overall (just a hassled, you know), and then loosing the baby I did in my first-trimester, I just didn’t care to send anything around that next Christmas or the next at all. I still don’t care to, just am in the mood to scrapbook and so a card idea grew and made me make it.

The tree then, I don’t like little cut trees, and my idea of it all is that I really would like an alive tree that is beautiful, like a Blue Spruce, but they are so much more money than another type of alive tree for Christmas. I love cut trees for their look, but then I don’t really want to decorate a tall slim cut tree, like I like. I am not wanting a fake tree ever. I hate those. I grew up with those. I hate those.

Much of this goes to the fact that our house is in “half-torn-apart-ness” and there is just no nice place to “do Christmas decorating”. We don’t really have a “living room”. Let us put it another way, even if things are not torn apart, we have little to no “decorating” done anywhere year round. My idea for the Christmas look is beautious, and I have NEVER been able to get done what I would wish to for the season. It’s not that I don’t like decorations around, “decor” on the walls, it’s just that it costs money, and there are things to get and things not to get and in our house “gadgets win”. I like decor, but books, CD’s and computers and games and mp3 players and electric this and that are more wanted. Typical nerd/geek household.

This is why we can live in a torn apart house. It’s no big deal to a nerd/geek. On that line of thought it’s interesting to note that DH has taken some of the online quiz things about these topics and he gets rated as a “normal” person usually, slightly nerd, but mostly not. Not geek at all. These all use the modern definitions, of course, not the meanings that we all knew back in the 70′s and 80′s. So taking that into my thinking on this, he’s less into decor than I am. I do love it really, just have to split my likes into can do and cannot do categories. Add to that all: he doesn’t care about Christmas either, so it’s me doing it or it doesn’t get thought of. He’ll buy presents, but that’s it, no decor, nothing cosy and pretty for the holiday.

Ah, I’m just torn this way and that way with needing things finished in the house, new sink, and such … and living –needing books, and crafty things, clothing, and then having to pull from nothing to make Christmas a magical time for the family. It’s just taking the messy cluttery cramped space and making it lovely and red and green and sparkly and comfy, when it wasn’t even comfy before … see there, too insane to do.

So cards I’ll send to some, but whatelse, remains to be seen.

Typing (not the keyboard sort)

My mind is occupied thinking of Brain Typing … again. I think of such things most all the time, the way people think/don’t think. Use their brains, what their “personality” is, etc.

Today I went to the BT site and read some things I haven’t read in awhile. I printed out the Questionaire set, again. I say “again” since I’ve done this before. (I like having the BT Q&S on paper nearby. Just because.)

I’m not confused by it, as well it’s not that I do not know what is what about it for me or someone I know. I am just particularly interested in it and like to understand all of it as deeply as I can. I know bunches about it, but this is only the beginning, there is so much more to learn, lifetimes of knowledge to gain.

But the simple fact of the matter is, there are labels that can be slapped onto people, whether or not each person is a “label believer” or is a “box ‘em up sort” even. There are ways about people that fit into particular categories, and there are precisely 16 main categories of how people can be grouped/labeled. Call it MBTI or BT. BT does use the MBTI labels. I, for myself, have found the different “online” MBTI tests to work out to what I am, and that does correlate beautifully with the BT information for me.

Being a certain “type” only means basic things, each person has “personalized” their very own type model. Even so, the basic framework is still there and able to be read. It’s the basis of who they are. That’s what the grouping is all about. People are one of 16 basic types, how they are wired, in other words. Male and Female share types. Male and Female differ in how they are though, of course they do. But it’s not a matter of only men have “x” capability in their brains. Nope. Women and Men both can and do share attributes of brain functioning.

I have a brain that hyperthinks, as this site is named after. I am an INTP, in braintyping that is BCIR.

My husband wearies of my constant talk about this stuff. I mostly do not talk about BT overall, but particularize Right-Brain or Visual-Spatial information, since my immediate family are all VS’s. This is an area of ‘education’ out there that is growing in awareness. Visual-Spatial people do think differently from “left-brain dominant learners”. There are more “left-brainers” than “right-brainers”. It’s not that neither uses the other side of their brains, but they rely for basic thinking and doing on one side, they learn through different mediums.

Right brain dominance is called Visual-Spatial or VS
Left brain dominace is called Auditory-Sequential or AS

Braintyping and MBTI divides into 16 categories of people. The “R” of BT and the “P” of MBTI are the VS people. The “L” of BT and the “J” of MBTI are the AS people.

AS is the primary method of instruction in schools in the USA, public or private. Homeschools as well. VS children (and adults) don’t do so well with such instruction. They do learn BEST via visual learning. AS instruction is lacking for VS’s mostly because of dry language and lack of visual aide for “hearing” sorts of lectures. Many or most, not sure which, of VS’s have a problem tuning into “spoken lectures”, listening to someone speak, and other sorts of situations of the like.

I know what that’s like. I need colorful something to draw me in. The speaker must be exciting, or they must employ pictures or an interesting handout that is interactive. Or I must make my own tuning fork utilizing paper and pen or pens. I am not a good notetaker, I am a doodle-notetaker. I can listen to a speech better with pen in my hand and freedom to doodle or write down words, whichever I wish to.

I am one who had to take classes in school that I didn’t connect with. I had no interest in those things, whatever they were. Later in college, I did go for 2 years, I found myself in classes I couldn’t stand. One of them I bombed in and had to retake, and bombed again. It wasn’t the fact of me not understanding it, but of me not getting on with the style of the teacher in the subject of English. I could have done fine, with a different format in the class, but that class was only offered with that teacher. Final. All in all, college was just an experience for me, I got no value from it in credits or diplomas. That’s core with me as who I am. I am me without sanction of paper, or with it.

Going back to my college experience, I also had chapel to attend often. We had to go. Long dry sermons, sometimes interesting alive talks. I did best in those firstly mentioned by feigning listening, but really just sleeping with opened eyes. I had allergies and over-the-counter meds were beneficial in how they worked here. Sitting still for chapel meant easily tuning out and floating off with the aide of anti-histamines. I didn’t do that on purpose, I had allergies, really did. It was just a side-benefit. It wasn’t fun doing this, just the only way to sit still was to have a way to not pay attention and not get in trouble. Moving about, laughing, talking, were not allowed. It was absolutely true that some speakers we had were engaging and it was easy to sit still and listen and absorb the information.

That’s how it is as an adult in church now too. I can sometimes listen and absorb. Other times my mind just doesn’t connect and it wanders far away. I don’t take anti-histamines for church, I don’t take them anymore at all. They are just nasty for me and I prefer to do other things and suffer without. So my mind isn’t taken into the clouds with those otc-drugs, and I have to be able to stay fairly still and content to stay still during the sermon. Sitting closer than not to the speaker helps to pay more attention. The only other constant help is paper and colored pens. I abandoned taking “notes” and only rarely attempt to take partial notes in a sermon. I just doodle and draw pictures, keeping that going tunes my ears to the audio going on. I wander some, but not much.

Other people are agast, I’m sure, that I, a grown woman, draw and doodle with colored pens during the church sermons on Sundays. So be it! :) It’s how I listen. It’s how I hear and take things to heart.

VS people, in my opinion, listen and hear. They interpret when they can, and how do they do that? By making a visual of what they hear. However it is they can visualize what they hear is their own way. It’s easier for some that it is for others.

VS people don’t just have to listen to sermons. They listen to people talk to them, hear TV and movies and radio, talk or music.

On the phone they hear too. For me I can hear, but on the phone I can’t understand language exactly all the time. I don’t like the phone, never did particularly, just had to use it. I just particularly do not have to now, and I have a distinct aversion to it. I do speak to my DH on the phone, no one else. Those phone conversations are not easy though.

It’s not that I cannot hear, I have super hearing. It’s the language that I can’t wrap my head around. Did you know that the phone doesn’t contain the true voice of a person? The phone lines do not send all the data of a voice.

I am one that does hear inflections in a voice and interpret meaning via that, not necessarily the words themselves. Inflection in voice, the person speaking their voice going up and down, keeps me listening. These are interesting voices, with something to say that I can hear. It’s not as hard to understand these sort of voices. More monotone speakers can be difficult for me to connect with.

So I am just one type of person, not all VS’s are like this, but some are, I don’t know who else though.

My DH is an ENTP, but he’s far different from me, an INTP. Both of us are VS, but functioning of our ways is opposite. I like to listen to music that I like very loudly. Movies very loudly. This bothers him. He likes to listen to talk radio. I don’t like talk radio most of the time, only times when a subject matter is on that I like is it tolerable, but even so it still does to me what it does when I can’t listen or don’t want to, it hurts. Really does.

Music soothes me, calm music can, but intense music calms me more. Thunderstorms calm me too. It’s excitement that excites me on one hand, and calms me at the core. It is that core of me that hurts when things are too loud and obnoxious and overwhelming. So it’s this personal love of intense whatever of my own choosing that takes that hurt and smooths it out to calm peace.

My point in this post is just that there are categories of people to group folks into, and in each group there are similarities, samenesses, but unique personal ways as well. VS is a group of like folks, but among them are many differences. NT is a grouping of MBTI folks, the ones that have iNtuition Thinking as their middle letter distinctions. These are E/I J/P folks. All INTP ENTP INTJ ENTJ folks are NT. But you see how they are grouped by P or J or I or E as well. Their dominant functions of NT are different too.

My preference for understanding folks is to know if they are Introvert and VS, or Extrovert and VS, or Introvert and AS, or Extrovert and AS. Those are the more apparent, or transparent, things about folks that are quite important. The filler is what denominations they think with … which are very important too, but my own home is exampled with me and hubby both being NTP but one an I and one and E and that makes all the difference in the world, just with the distinct difference of Introversion and Extroversion and where one’s dominant function of the NT is placed therefore.

One thing about this is for me, labels are meaningful. For DH labels are mean/cruel boxes to put people in.

We don’t see eye to eye on that. So because the stuff I talk about has names attached to it, it’s not stuff he wants to talk about. He gets sick of me talking of it, “move on,” he says. That’s just it, once you know about it, there is no moving away from it, it’s not something to chuck aside, the language stays with you. You see things and understand them and have a systemic language to do such in … he can’t stand it.

Well, it’s distict with me to build systems and gain knowledge and make a big picture out of it all. I know that about myself, and knew that about myself before I ever knew about Visual-Spatial learners, MBTI stuff, Brain Typing stuff, etc.

I’ve always been enthused with personality tests and figuring out how to classify everything I come into contact with.

That makes me think of Adam, the first man that God created. He had the privelage of naming everything. What a job. What a wonderful job. I venture to guess a lot of people wouldn’t like such a job. Thankfully, God gave Adam that ability. I’m not saying he’s any certain type. Just saying that the job he had is something similar to what others like doing: classifying things into categories, systems, names, division into further categories, etc. Very INTP-ish.

Um, I mean, You know, Uh

“Um, I mean, You know, Uh” Um … these phrases and words have meaning, but I hear them far too frequently being used wrongly from people I know in real life as well as from people on TV and Radio shows, interviews, news, etc.

I find it very frustrating to hear people who are otherwise fairly intelligent sound as if they have swiss cheese brains when speaking.

My own dear husband uses “You know …” a whole lot. He knows he does it and is trying to curtail it, or get rid of the habit completely. Sometimes he or others will use the “I mean” or the “You know” phrase correctly, then go on to use it two or three more times in the next sentence or two, or more times than that in the same space of time, incorrectly, the brain fog stumble bumble ground space.

I contend that if one can utter those sounds during a search phase for the right word(s) or during thought processing of the conversation and where it’s going, then they can learn to substitute a “blank space” for those phrases that do not sound very intelligent. This blank space is called “a pause” and it is utilized to allow one speaking to gather a thought internally and prepare it for external sounding, as well as allowing the speaker to direct the listener to reflect on what was just said a bit, as in “it is a useful thing I just said, so think on it a bit before I go on” which is an unspoken cue we all do use, I do believe.

It’s purely that some folks need to learn to harness their mind to speak clearly. There is no need to say “Um” unless you are using an audible “Um” for a pupose of disagreeing, about to say something that won’t be taken very well by the listener maybe, for instance. This is a sound that doesn’t need to be pulled out for public consumption in converstation very often, let alone several or more times in a short conversation, as is used by so many people, just start to listen, and you will hear it. You may be surprised to hear yourself going “Um …. Um …. ” where you shouldn’t.

The same thing goes for “You know” as well as “I mean”. There are other phrases and words of conversational offense that qualify in this category, but I’m not making a perfect laundry list here, only speaking on the major three. Any word or phrase that is recycled in a redundant, useless way can be changed, deleted from ones language usage port and thoughtfulness can be utilized instead. It takes study, practice, and continued practice to attain a cleaner conversing mode. Never let your guard down. It does get easier as time goes on, with practice, of course.

I used to have a habit many years ago of saying “I’m sorry” often. I wasn’t “sorry” only used it incorrectly, too often, because I was embarrassed to speak a loud in some cases initially, and the habit just grew and grew, until I put my foot down and stopped it.

I was aware of it throughout the entire affair. I have an internal reflectiveness (am an INTP) and this aides my ability to see what goes on and understand it more thoroughly. It’s the way I am wired to be reflective and to see the need for correct, in this case, speech, to get rid of the silly sounding speaking modes. I was young when I fell into the “I’m sorry” thing, and wised-up sooner than later. I am certainly qualified to speak to this issue of using “pauses” instead of “language” since I have gone through the needed replacement practice myself, and know it works. One has to hear themselves, recognize the error(s), and want to change, then do the needed changing. It’s much like any other thing, but it’s so easy to do this change, it’s a cinch if you just put your mind to work. Yes, all people can, regardless of their wiring, reflect inside a bit, even if they are extroverts, they can benefit from learning “how to” just as we moreso introverted people can and usually do learn to be a bit more extroverted in some ways that aren’t quite natural for us. It’s the simple, stop and think before speaking. Do this replacement pause learning and learning to speak and think at the same time, and reflect inside before spilling out the beans.

Being under pressure in an interview for work, on TV, giving a speech, talking to someone important, these are the times you want to be sure you speak clearly. On the phone for work, talking to friends, talking to family, isn’t it nicer to have clarity of speech, to sound sure of oneself, not dropping the “um”, “you know”, and “I mean” type phrases so frequently.

I listen to people talk. They sound great, make sense, then they say “… you know, …” and I cringe, wait, and wait for another and invariably once one comes out, more will definitely come out soon. These people talk for a long time with no problems, then start dropping those phrases into their speech.

I will go on to say that there can be various reason for this, but ultimately it comes down to being a bit more thoughful about what you are saying and drawing on the silent pause instead of the audible phrases when those times come.

This is the American Language I hear these problems in. I am not so sure about English speakers (Britain) etc, or other languages, do they have this sort of problem? Spanish, French, German, Dutch, etc.?

I was watching Fox & Friends the other morning, and Dennis Leary was on (talking about his show “Rescue Me”, which I have never watched myself) and he started talking about something and dropped a “you know” and it wasn’t a for sure wrong way, but sort of “iffy”. Sure enough, a few sentences later a couple of more of them dropped out and I turned the TV off, and started thinking of a post to write on this blog. So this is it!

“Natural Born American”

Fox News Channel was on this morning, TV, and I heard them talking about the “plot to assassinate Bush”.

A photo of the guy was on the screen. Judge N. said something about the guy being a real American, as American as the next American (he really said “natural born american” can you believe that?!!)

The guy was born in the USA, but has co-citizenship with Jordan, apparently.

That’s not American.

That’s a different sort of “American” not the “regular kind of American” that there is. The guy went to school in Falls Church, VA. So what you say? It wasn’t a “normal American type school”. It was a pro-islam, the most extreme type, they said on Fox News Channel.

While they said what they said, as I’ve noted, they don’t assess it as I do. That guy ain’t no American, the way “American” used to be meant.

Think of the movie Gangs of New York. Did you see it? It’s a great movie. The fighting is between the “Natural Born Americans” and the newcomers … the Irish, the Catholics.

The film is interesting in that, while I’m a fan of “Natural Born Americanism”, I didn’t side with it in the movie. The emotions of the movie tie you firmly to the Irish.

In anycase, I use that as a comparison to contemporary America. I take great nostril-flaring offense at being called American like the so-called American/Jordanian. There are newercomers to America. I know about that. I accept them, with reticence atimes, but there’s just something about “Old Natural Born Americans” that I take kinship with, my kith and kin came over before most of the Irish influx. My kith and kin came over mostly before the Revolution of the mid-late 18th Century.

Generation after Generation has been born here.

Now my own DH is a first-born American Generation in his family. His parent immigrated in the 1950′s. God put us together. He took my pride and gave me children half “Old Natural Born Amercian” and half “Second Generation Born American”. The thing is, that means their 2nd generationism is diluted down immensely with my super old natural born american genes. Of course that goes both ways. But it goes on that it’s not wrong per se, since my kith and kin are from many places, and part of that is exactly where my DH’s parents came from. I’m glad to help another family dig deeper into America fastly. :)

It’s not that I’m Prideful of having the lines I have behind me. I am thankful to God for them. He saw fit to bring myriads of people to these shores in the early year of colinization. They mixed and produced the first several generations of Americans, before the influx in the mid-1800′s. In their ranks was good citizenship, and religion, and that is what brought me to where I am. I am Presbyterian, Reformed. I had Presbyterian ancestors. Somehow that went into evangelical mishmosh to baptist –what I was born into. But God brought me out of that and to the Reformed camp in my early adult years. Learning of ancestors through genealogy work has been precisely enlightening of the long-chain-of-christians-through-the-years.

My DH’s family is Christian, but just one generation back the maternal granparents and previous generations were not Christians, from what we’ve been told.

We were sent some photos in the past year from some relatives in another country. I was thrilled to see pictures of my MIL, who passed away just one year ago. I also saw her parents, and the parents of her father. That is the non-christian branch. To see them was interesting, I see where the big calves come from ;) I see that … My DH has a beard and looks SO MUCH like his maternal grandfather, great-grandfather, etc.

So I am happy to see long lines of Christian families, Old Natural Born Americans, continuing on.

I am also happy to have my family be a merging of things:

Old with New, and Old with New.

Old Natural Born American with New Born American, and Old Christian lines with New Christian lines. These things became one and will continue and be strong.

I am only speaking of my family here. I am not making judgement on other families either immigrated recently or in the last 200 years. I am only speaking to the insult of having an Extremist Islam High School in VA and having someone from there born in the USA, holding co-citizenship with the US and Jordan, be called a “Natural Born American” like us.

To be “Natural Born American” it means you are born here and you are of here. You are sticking your boots into the ground and staying here. You are part of the country, part of your region for it’s BETTERMENT, not for it’s destruction.

“Citizenship” is given over easily to the babies of pregnant ladies. They just hop over the border and deliver here and call it “Natural Born American”. Pooey on that. It’s too lax.

A True American isn’t just born here. A True American holds this country in their grasp and helps build it up. That’s why immigrants CAN be acceptable. They are if they hold the US in their grasp and help build it up.

There is much that is wrong with this country, but it’s not destruction to tear down bad government and replace it with Limited Government. That’s only betterment.

If Government would get off their duffs and reduce their size with grand excersice and diet restriction, we’d have a healthier goverment that didn’t stick it’s fat tush into other coutnries faces. That would earn us a measure of respect and we might be left alone. We might have more results with that, to combat terrorism. But the Empire Building Expansion continues. Hate comes at us from all sides. Friendly with China and Israel, in these things I hear our death knell.

Make no mistake either. This post is not pointing fingers as the person/event that sparked the topic. I am not making a judgement saying the Ahmed Omar Abu Ali guy is guilty or not. I am purely, purely sounding off on the Fox News Morning show and what I heard this morning. They offered no evidence to why someone like that could be “Natural Born American”. It was a flippant comment and I was offended by it. Just as much as the cavemen who are watching the Geico commercials on TV are offended. Need I say more?

Stupid Me – Beating Myself Up

So, while wasting time until an auction was nearer to it’s end, I wrote the previous post. Finished it, published it. Said OOPS MY AUCTION and sure enough, it was over. :(

It was for a NEW bear that’s my OLD bear. I mean, my very first Boyd’s Bear, loved and smooshed before I “knew what a Boyd’s Bear was” in 1995. I only realized it later when I started collecting Boyd’s when a Dillard’s frequent browsing shopper. Dink is my bears name. He was retired in 1997. My Dink has no tag. I don’t know if he came with one on, but if he did, I discarded it without knowing a thing.

So this auction was for a new, never used Dink with tag. Hmph. I wanted him and was meant to get him. No one bid on him. He could have been mine!

So the seller had no contact on that page. So I pleadedly asked a Q on another auction, are you going to re-list Dink?

Well guess that will just UP the price, eh?

I have missed other auctions because of forgotten ending times. I’ve felt like “asking” about the item when it didn’t get bid on and wasn’t ever re-listed. But I never have before today, seeing as it would seem “I’m desperate for it and will pay a high price to get it cause I want it!”

Since one doesn’t pre-bid it means they are waiting to get it cheaper at the end, right? Right! It’s not about winning to me, it’s about WINNING with the LOWEST PRICE. We aren’t made of money, and since I have a problem with “time”, it’s an ethereal thing, I can have my auction page open and bury it with myriads of other pages, browsers and emails and Photoshop, etc.

I get busy doing that stuff, or go somewhere else in the house. The closer I am to the computer, the higher the chance is that “I will forget about the auction”.

Why not prebid maximum price?

Well because if NO bid has been place yet, the last thing I want to do is bid on something and invite someone to overbid me. If I snipe in at the end over someone else, then I have a chance of winning if my maximum is higher than theirs. If I wait and submit first bid on the auction until the last minute counting down, then most likely I’m the only one trying it, and if not, which I’ve never found to be the case in my last second bids on items with no bids yet, then my bid max may be higher since I have a super wierd thinking pattern on what price to bid usually.

So that defeats me when attention span goes off to the circus and forgets about the show on broadway it’s supposed to perform in.

Oh bother. This is too frequent of late. Boo Hoo.

Roach Wars

Carmon posted this at BackwaterReport. I have a few comments, or just one big one.

Of course they are right. Geneva Convention doesn’t apply at all. No war exists. Has Congress ever declared War as our Constitution spells out [in this current administration]? No.

Of course most all military activities of our government in the past “whatever amount” of years have been outside the bounds of the Constitution. I have a problem with that, but only in THIS case am I pointing out the problem I have with it, that they keep calling it “WAR”. You cannot have a “war” on something that isn’t a cohesive sovereign thing. “Terrorism” isn’t a country. Neither are “terrorists” something to declare “War” on. The US Congress can’t do that, and haven’t, so they and the rest of the government and media and people need to QUIT CALLING IT A WAR!

We aren’t at war.

Military activities heightened. Securities of this USA seem to be at high levels, but it’s just that it’s terrorism, not that we can wait for the planes or boats or foot soldiers to come to our borders and fight. It’s little things here and there and blah, blah, blah.

A Roach Analogy:

Lets just say it’s that we hate Roaches. So instead of figuring out how to secure the house from Roaches coming in, without keeping the true inhabitants of the house in house-arrest, we will go out and bomb the “known places of where roaches live Out There”. Knowing full well that “Out There” is where many roaches are, but so are other houses that are autonomous and must defend their own entries, and that some roaches are known to certainly be in large numbers in some other “out there” houses, but you can’t be sure that they are the same roaches that were in YOUR house, or that the ones in YOUR house are connected with them.

While that is going on, the ones in charge of the house decide that anyone coming in and out can’t be under suspicion for smuggling or having connections with the “roaches”, so freedoms at home are stripped afterall.

And meanwhile abroad “Out There” the roach hunting takes on a bigger scope and basically takes over and levels houses as they desire, since roaches are known to be in those houses, and the ones that own some of the houses are taking care of the roaches, or some are actually semi-privately breeding roaches.

That’s a War? [shaking head]

How about just protecting OUR borders. Keeping THIS house safe from roaches without stripping freedoms from the inhabitants.

America is over here and thinks it can police the world. It’s doing it. :rolleyes:

It’d be nice if they would just keep to themselves, the government deciding to shrink itself. But no, it’s an Empire that is growing, building and spreading. It’s the duty of America to SPREAD DEMOCRACY! As if that the Gospel.

Well it’s not so different from the Necromongers in The Chronicles of Riddick. IMO.

Whatever happened to the CIA and the covert operations that took care of terrorist stuff?

Oh, that’s just the stuff of book novels and movies.

Shoe Laces

I’m writing about shoe laces because they bring such frustration!

Many years ago (about 15) I bought a pair of ankle lace-up granny boots, on clearance for $15 at The Wild Pair, a shoe store.

Sometime in the last 4 years one of the laces broke. Ok fine. Go buy a new pair. That became a problem.

We ended up only being able to replace them with laces way to long and much thicker than the original ones were. Kind of an ugly solution, but it did work. I double knotted a bow and stuffed the ends inside the top of the boot. Not the best, but worked.

Not long ago I found a pair of DKNY tall lace up boots on eBay. Really cool nice boots. They came in the mail. I put one on, snug nice great, couldn’t wait to break them in. They were new, never worn, display models. Ok so left one on, I put on the right one, and I was lacing them up, and low and behold, I had to take the laces all the way out, the right side lace was too short … even them up … whoops, can’t be done, it’s missing, part of the lace is missing, cut.

I emailed the seller and she was so kind and refunded me part of the sale. I didn’t expect or desire that, per se, it was kind. I just wanted a response that wasn’t mean and “so what”. She went beyond her duty.

Last evening we went out on a shoe-lace hunt. We came home exasperated. What’s online, then? Well, I finally found decent possibilities at Dr. Martens shoe site, but there is no way to know if something will fit. Not worth the nearly $5 to have a pair shipped … truly, I want the right laces, the ones that look right and actually can be laced in these boots. Smooth and slim and round and black. Tiny ends.

Why is it so difficult, you may wonder? It’s because these laces are very long. 14-sets-of-holes to go through. The holes are very small. Metal grommets. The laces they came with are smooth, and very delicate looking, though strong. The nearest type of lace like that is for dress shoes. Um, way, way, way too short.

Does no one make such a lace for replacement on boots? I mean they are fine little round, black laces. I have to see it in real life to know if it fits. I will not, no, cannot buy online such a device, unless it’s guaranteed that it’s the exact lace for this DKNY boot. Problem with that is, no one sells laces like that.

DKNY, why do you market something without supplying info on where to go to accessories those inevitable broken laces? Granted, I have no idea what design year these boots are from. But even so, I see lace-up boots for other designers on sale, with nary a replacement lace accessory around.

Another place then to look would be “shoe repair shops”. We have done that before, with no shoelaces as wanted, in the first pair of boots mentioned above.

So I’m reticent to gain any hope in thinking upon “shoe repair shops” in this “great quest for shoe laces”.

We did buy a pair of laces at Pay Less shoe store last night. $1.69, plus tax of course. Compare them? We had to buy them to do that. 1/4 of an inch or less, but just too big. The grommets on the boot would laugh at me if I tried to force that in.

At the Clarks shoe store at that mall, the lady had a pair she was sure would be small enough, but they weren’t and I knew they wouldn’t be, but she, unlike PayLess, offered to open them and make sure. Grand! All those “made in china” shoes smiled as we all saw that their “Bostonian” lace was too big, compared to the lace I brought along.

The “Journeys” shoe store in the mall was a joke, they brought out these thick flat white cotton laces … um, absolutely the wrong thing. Get a clue, when we say shoe laces for boots we mean, at least brown or black sporty looking, I can’t imagine y’all would “think thin, and fine”. But white sneaker laces? Ha.

Now perhaps the picture makes more sense. We tried shoe stores, departments stores, dollar stores. We could also try Target or K-mart, but really, even a shoe repair shop is a better choice, and that one I’m reticent to try.

Is this yet ANOTHER business I must start? “shoelaces.com” if you can’t find it here, we’ll make sure to find it for you. Sit back and wait for the pair of shoelaces you need to have!

I can’t believe all the time I’ve wasted looking for shoelaces in stores and online. It’s ridiculous. And still I can’t wear those lovely boots. :(

No Name

I’m in a quandry. We have a new kitty, number 7 in the household, seven weeks old, cute and a male. Black, Brown, Tawny, Cream stripety kitty.

I have a husband who’s trying to start a new company.

What do these two things have in common? No Name.

So, I’m feeling pressure from every side, when my husband comes up with bad names for the company, or someone asks us what the kitty’s name is, over and over and over. It’s up to me to come up with names.

All I can think of is Clint Eastwood.

The Man With No Name.

My creative flow is absent. The cat can wait. My husband cannot. I’ve got to find a name for his company asap. Or perhaps he’ll come up with one that’s brilliant himself, but wait for me to dub it as such, before using it.