Politics, Voting, and my Jaded Outlook

Early Voting begins in our country this week. We have one more Presidential debate tonight; this one on foreign policy. Many people have already made their decision. I think the only people who watch the debates are the small segment of undecided voters (and at this point there aren’t that many, IMO), and those who just want to watch “the other guy” make some sort of political gaffe. Then there are people like me, who watch both candidates and heckle when they dodge the question. I like to throw popcorn. I snagged that tradition from a good friend of mine. It’s far safer for everyone and everything around than throwing other objects, and the dogs enjoy a good snack. 😉

Today, I write about my observation of the average person on the street. This is a longstanding problem in our political system, you see… for years, voters have complained the final choice comes down to two candidates they don’t like, and rather than voting for someone they feel like they’re voting against the other guy. It’s as if they’re saying

Please note, this is not a slam against one particular candidate. This logo was just particularly easy to manipulate and make the point.
But is that really a reason to vote for anyone? Seriously? Most people have stopped paying attention to third party candidates. If you asked, they probably couldn’t even tell you who was on the ballot, or what that person stood for. We have a society of sheeple, just because they believe their vote won’t count if they don’t vote for one of the two major parties.

I hear so many jaded people say, “Oh, I’d vote for ‘so-and-so’, but I’d just be throwing my vote away. I’m going to vote for ‘X’, even though I don’t agree with him, just because I can’t stand ‘Y’.” You know, if enough of these people actually true to themselves, their vote might actually make a difference.

Whichever candidate you’re voting for, just make sure you’re voting for that person for the right reasons. The media doesn’t tell us everything. Go to the websites and read about the candidates and their positions on the issues that are important to you.

That’s my rant for the day. Time for coffee. Good morning, everyone!

My last day of Digital Media 1

Today is the last day of my Digital Media course. I really do believe Photoshop is one of those courses that can’t be taught in 8 weeks. If I didn’t have a background in CS4 I would have been lost. That being said, I made it through. I’ve been making A’s on all my assignments this semester, and I should get the grade on my final project today. Wish me luck. 🙂

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Assignment 1: We had to put together 4 images of ourselves and use different filters, etc.. This was my favorite.

Knowing One’s Limitations

Since Fall Semester began, I’ve been juggling so many tasks. I jumped right in taking a full load, thinking, “what… I can do this. I’ve done this before, no problem.” I’ve volunteered to help out at Temple and I’ve got deadlines on certain projects I’m working on for them. I’ve got my blended oils business I’m trying to get off the ground & I just had a new product launch. Then, of course, there is Texas Renaissance Festival. All of this doesn’t even begin to cover the day-to-day tasks around the house. Yes, Mr. Magick Man helps out, but this is his busy season, too.

Not. Enough. Coffee. In. The. World.

I made it through opening weekend of renfaire, only to come home and gaze at the messy condition of my house. I made a list of homework assignments due and wondered just when I was going to get them done, knowing I’d be in the same boat next Sunday.

Something had to give…

I talked to Mr. Magick Man tonight. At least until my Digital Imaging class is over, I need to put renfaire on hold. He said they’d be ok and not to worry. He kinda’ anticipated this and made plans to shift coverage just in case. He’d rather I not over extend myself. I still feel like I should be able to do everything. But that’s just me putting higher expectations on myself. I wouldn’t expect anyone else to hold up under this kind of schedule.

Good news is, Digital Imaging will be over in a couple of weeks. I’ll have more bandwidth after I’m done with that class and I can come back to renfaire.

So it’s back to the books for me now. I’ll see you all again when I have another moment to come up for air!

On Dreams, Symbolism, and Where I’m Too Hard on Myself

Warning! Contains possible triggers if you are pregnant or have a history of difficult pregnancies.

Before I begin, let’s keep a few things in mind:

  • My blog. This is The Menopause Express. That whole “baby-thing”? Um… yeah.. I’m done now. Have been for a few years.
  • There’s a significant timeline in my dream.
    • We’re gearing up for our major festival (Texas Renaissance Festival); that opens October 6th.
    • Fall Semester ends in December

With this information, you’ll grasp the symbolism.

I dreamed I was pregnant. It was present day – I was my current age, as was my husband and my teen-boy. We were surprised. I mean, really, I did think I was done. But we were happy. Mr. Magick Man just adopted my teen-boy, now he gets another child? How awesome is that? We were just talking about the due date. The baby would be due in December, right around the holiday season. I commented the teen-boy’s b-day would be the next month. They’d be a month apart, but he’d be about 15 years older. That should be fun.

Then something really bad happened. Right around October, I miscarried. I was about 6 months pregnant. Now, I’m not sure what the procedure is in a late-trimester miscarriage, but I know they don’t do what they did in my dream… They rushed me to the E.R. This is where the dream shifted from first person to third person perspective.

They Photoshopped the baby out of me. Yes, that’s right. I saw the moving dotted line and everything. I can even tell you what tool they used. They used the Quick Selection Tool, then they hit Delete.

I woke up from this dream all weepy because all I could think about was being pregnant and having lost the child. But after my head cleared, I saw the symbolism for what it was. I miscarried right at our “busy season”, when I have so many balls in the air I need to be 3 people. My due date, of course, is end of semester. The baby represents my classes, my major, and my new path. I’m afraid of failing. I’m making all A’s right now. I don’t want to mess that up. At the same time, I don’t want to drop any other balls, either.

Really, I still think I can do everything. It’s just that Life gets in the way. :/