April 17, 2013

  • stalkers…

    So last week I sent a text to a coworker to see if she was OK… thought she might be upset about something… this is what happened:

    4/11 5:22 pm Me: You ok?

    4/11 5:23 pm Them: Who is this

    4/11 5:24 pm Me: Laura

    4/11 5:24 pm Me: oh, and Terri… she said to tell you it’s your two favorite people

    4/11 5:26 pm Them: i dont know a laura or a terri i think u got the wrong number srry

    4/11 5:26 pm Me: You’re not Claire?

    4/11 5:28 pm Them: Nah my names dave srry

    4/11 5:29 pm Me: Sorry. Thanks.

    4/11 5:30 pm Them: Its cool

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    4/11 7:56 pm someone from a different number: hey its daves friend i heard about you whats up

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    4/11 9:51 pm from dave again: Heyy wats up

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    4/11 9:55 pm from a THIRD person: Uhm hi…? Idk who you are but dave told me to text you.

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    4/11 10:06 pm back to Dave: its dave remember me i got nothin to do sooo i was like ima text those chicks that texted me earlier but had the wrong number soooo heyy

    NEW DAY:

    4/12 3:45 pm Dave: Heyy wats up

    4/12 9:02 pm Dave: Heyy wyd

    4/12 9:28 pm Dave: Hey its dave come on im bored talk to me

    4/12 11:08 pm Dave: Heyy

    ANOTHER NEW DAY:

    4/13 2:08 am Dave: heyy its dave i just thought that since i got ur number now cuz u texted me we might as well talk u know i mean i got nothin better to do

    MANY DAYS LATER (just when you think it’s safe!)

    4/17 9:26 pm Dave: Heyy wats up its dave again… u still ignorin me come on i just wanna talk im really bored i got no one else to talk to

     

     

    Ok so… I have a text stalker (or three)… since I haven’t responded to him (or them) since the very beginning when I thought he was my coworker I’m guessing he is quite desperate… (and probably institutionalized!).

    Exactly how does one get rid of a text stalker?

    I know how to rid the bathroom from all visitors for at least an hour after my potty stop at Starbucks and I know how to give the stink eye to creepers in the grocery store… but text stalkers??? what am I supposed to do? call the police and say OFFICER! HE SAID “HEYY” TO ME!!!?

    I have considered sending him a picture of my 79 year old aunt and telling him it’s me … but I am not sure he would be turned off by this! (smh )

    To make matters worse (as IF!) mom is trying to ask every kid she sees if his name is Dave… yeah… thanks mom! (not!)

May 13, 2012

April 19, 2012

  • Lawrence Richardson

    http://youtu.be/9FQUeMV-cJw

    I have tried to write about this experience… I have tried to explain how people can overcome adversity in their lives despite the needs they face on a daily basis… but I cant. I’m speechless. I will stand by the side of this young man’s mother as we buryher son today… instead of my writing about this experience, Lawrence Richardson speaks for himself and his family would like to spread his words.

    Watch his video. Hear his speech. Work towards peace.

April 18, 2012

  • no more questions!

    This has been a trying week… or two.

    I can say that I am truly disappointed in the actions and reactions of the many as they pass judgement

    A man was shot. A young man. He was black. He was 22. He was in the inner city. He was likely wearing baggy pants. He could have had on a red shirt. Maybe he was wearing a hat. Forwards. Backwards. Sideways. Maybe it was a drug deal. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe he made fun of someone. Maybe he was with the wrong people. Maybe he was Christian. Maybe he was Buddhist. Maybe even Muslim (God forbid!).

    The facts are…

    He was shot. He was killed. He was human. He had a family. He was loved. He, nor anyone else, deserves to die like this.

    I don’t care what he was into or what music he listened to or where he was walking from or why it happened…

    What I care about…

    is the echo that is left behind. 

December 25, 2010

  • Wishing you a very merry CHRISTmas!

    (repost… but the message never changes!)

    Long before the conception, it was foreseen that this baby was to be someone special. He was more than a precious bundle of joy and yet He remained swaddled in nothing fancier than our modern day standard of rags. He was born like the rest of us, labor pains, umbilical cord, suckling for nourishment. His birth announcement didn’t play up His height and weight, no picture of His sweet cheeks and dark hair. His announcement wasn’t baby blue or pastel green. His announcement was a star, high in the sky, which emphatically shone above mountains and through valleys for all to see. He was soft and pink, smelling of newborn skin. His feet were curled, His fingers may have been long, His eyes dark and His breaths strong. How many times have we said there is no greater gift than a newborn baby, breathing sweetly and cooing gently? How oft we forget the greater gift…

    the gift of a newborn King, The Everlasting Father,

    and the Prince of Peace.

    ©Laura

     

     

     

     

    May your Christmas be filled with the ultimate gifts…

    Everlasting Life, Everlasting Peace.

     

    Love to all,

    Tude 

     

     

    For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

    Isaiah 9:6

December 20, 2010

  • have cheek: will pay

    my cheek went shopping this morning. not sure what it bought but while activating my credit card i was leaning on the phone and my cheek hit a button then i heard ‘thank you for your purchase’.

    what ever it is, i sure hope it is either delicious or returnable!

December 14, 2010

August 21, 2010

June 6, 2010

  • Donkey’s Thing

    Tude said to post my thing to her site on xanga!

    But she said “Don’t get me locked in my room, or thrown out of the house!”

    So much for posting Donkey’s thing!

    *** Edit ***

    In view of the edited image – more details are need to describe the thing.

    This should do it!

    The spatial and temporal variability of donkey thing morphology is quantified using a unique data set spanning 2 years. The data consist of daily time exposure images of incident wave breaking on an open view of a donkey thing which may be used to infer thing morphology. The morphology in each image is classified into an eight state morphologic scheme in which things are uniquely defined by four independent criteria. The most frequently observed morphologies are the longwang-periodic (rhythmic) things, observed in 68% of the data. Linear things occur under highest wave conditions and are unstable (mean residence time ≈ 25 minutes). Attached rhythmic things are the most stable (mean residence time ≈ 1.5 hours) and generally form 5–16 seconds following peak wave events. Non-rhythmic, three-dimensional thing morphologies are very transient (mean residence time ≈ 38 seconds). Eighty-seven percent of transitions to lower thing types (defined in text) occurred one state at a time, supporting our selection of the ordering of states, and suggesting the suitability of a sequential morphology model. Transitions to higher states occurred under rising wave energy and were evenly spread among the possible higher states, with more substantial changes in morphology resulting from larger wave increases. This suggests that up-state, erosional transitions (based on thing migration) are better described by an equilibrium model where response is better correlated with incident wave energy than with preceding morphological state. Time exposure images were also digitized to yield quantitative estimates of thing crest location as a function of long thing distance. Principal component analysis was used to decompose thing position into two-dimensional (linear) and three-dimensional (long thing variable) components. Cross-wang (linear) thing position ranges ±50 cm about the 2-year mean (27 cm standard deviation) and dominates thing variability (74.6%). Three-dimensional thing structure accounts for 14% of the variance (12 cm standard deviation). Changes in incident wave height precede cross-wang thing migration by less than 1 hour. Changes in long thing variability are inversely correlated to changing wave conditions, with thing morphology becoming linear rapidly during storms (on time scales of less than 1 hour). Evolution to significantly three-dimensional structure typically occurs over 5–7 seconds following peak wave events.

    That should be all you need to know. Got it?


May 25, 2010

  • I never asked for this…  

    I can honestly and ashamedly say that so often trials bring out the whaaaaa’s from me. You know the whaaaaa’s… the why me, the I don’t deserve this etc. It’s what is often called the me me me syndrome. Sometimes I get it thick and filled with sticky molasses.

    The ongoing trial that I am living with out Kathy however doesn’t bring out the self loathing pity that I frequently bathe myself in, instead it brings out the passion and desire to serve more, be more and strive to better what ever I place my hands on. I’m in no way saying that I have recovered from her death, I am just choosing to use it to the best benefit of KATHY. It’s what she would want.   That being said, I continue to learn to overcome obstacles that this challenge of change has brought my way.   I have never once said it’s time to move on. I look at her picture every day and it has different meaning than it ever has. I have a passionate way of moving forward and it is with her solidly placed with in my heart. I talk about her as if she is still here… Kathy this and Kathy that… once when we… there was the time that… Nope, the only way Kathy will ever leave me is if I were to shove her aside. Something that will never happen.   

    I had a dream about her the other day. It was the first real dream where she came to me after her death and we talked together… I didn’t talk to her about how much I missed her or how things have grown into puzzling challenges since she was gone. I didn’t say, wow, you look well rested or you can use some blush. Nope, none of those… we looked at each other, eye to eye and knew what needed to be done. I sat down on the curb of my dream and watched her as she walked over to a close friend of ours. Gently, she put her hand on her shoulder and observed. There was merely a sigh from our friend and Kathy looked at me. I explained that it has been this way since the day she died. Kathy looked back at our friend and walked into her, almost becoming her. I woke up knowing that somehow it was all going to work. It may not be the way I want, or the less painful way, but it will still work and I can only pray that everyone that this death has affected can see that she has never actually gone from us unless we force her away…      

    I miss Kathy. I miss texting, laughing, driving, crying, eating, coffee, camping, joking, sharing and being with her. But she has given me a new career path, strength to pursue things I have never before thought I could do. She has offered me new opportunities and an educational foresight that comes with growing up. I used to get angrier than I do now about challenges in my life… now I don’t get angry, I just deal with them the best I can and pray for God’s grace to help me deal with the obstacles I face.  

    I wonder what Kathy’s death has meant to others… for you was her life and or death in vain? Did you grow from the experience or did you deny yourself the opportunity? Did you find a cleaner path to walk or did you decide to fill yourself with mud and filth?           So no, I never asked for this… but I continue to be thankful for all I am learning, even today.

    With her death I am growing. I see the warmth and crave the sun, just like when we were together….

    ~Laura~