In pre-school I was called “a social butterfly” by my teacher.When I was in kindergarten my teacher put my desk by the girls. I talked too much so she moved me with the boys. I still talked too much so she made me sit by myself. I talked to myself.
This continued throughout school and even senior year I was moved to the back of the room by myself.
Today I was called quiet. I’ve been called this a few times recently and for some reason it gets to me. I don't want to be labeled quiet. Sure, there are some labels I will take, but quiet just isn't one that I am ready to accept. Would this be the denial stage? I suppose. Quiet...Don't you just automatically think boring? I do, but maybe that is a misconception stemming from my "loud" mind.
I'm going to have to face the facts: there are just times when I am quiet. All for good reasons though. I have come to realize that people rarely care what other people have to say. (Why do I blog? We'll never know.) Now I know this isn't the case all the time, but have you ever been around someone who wouldn't stop talking about nothing and all you wanted was for them to shut up? I thought so. There can be such a huge benefit from just sitting and listening to people. I have formed so many of my own opinions from just observing and listening to two sides of an argument. I can say that it has made me stop and realize that I need to think before I speak because so often words come out and just sound so stupid.
Maybe everyone should consider just being quiet sometimes. Just stop and listen to what other people have to say. Don't jump to form a quick opinion. Be open minded. It really isn't that bad.
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Running Out of Cocks
I couldn't pass this up.
"Wangs, however, have experienced dramatic growth." Who isn't intrigued? There is apparently a man somewhere in Britain who decided he would do some research on the decreasing number of amusing surnames.
"The number of people in Britain with amusing surnames like Cockshott, Balls, Death and Shufflebottom has declined by up to 75 percent in the last century." The number of people with the name Cock shrank from just over 3,000 to almost 800, Balls lost about 1,700 people, and Deaths were reduced to 605 from 1,133.
The researcher believes a lot of these people are changing their name due to the change in definition of the word. If I had a last name like Cock, Balls or Gotobed there is no way I would change that. Smellie decreased by 70%- that I can understand.
The full article is definitely worth taking a look at!
"Wangs, however, have experienced dramatic growth." Who isn't intrigued? There is apparently a man somewhere in Britain who decided he would do some research on the decreasing number of amusing surnames.
"The number of people in Britain with amusing surnames like Cockshott, Balls, Death and Shufflebottom has declined by up to 75 percent in the last century." The number of people with the name Cock shrank from just over 3,000 to almost 800, Balls lost about 1,700 people, and Deaths were reduced to 605 from 1,133.
The researcher believes a lot of these people are changing their name due to the change in definition of the word. If I had a last name like Cock, Balls or Gotobed there is no way I would change that. Smellie decreased by 70%- that I can understand.
The full article is definitely worth taking a look at!
Friday, March 27, 2009
And Then There Were Blogs
I like Courier for my font. It has that professional look with a bit more spunk than Times or Arial. Nothing seems adequate for my first entry. I guess I could just start with the basics. I have no intention of rambing on about the daily events of my life or the monotonous and uneventful activites of each day. The idea of reliving every dull moment and them publishing them is absurd. Instead, I'll choose to enlighten you and fill your mind with fascinating and humorous insights. (Hehe- good luck to me)
Where to begin...I am attending college in a random city in Arkansas where not much goes on. I'm 800 miles from home and have no idea why. I have some good friends and some not so good friends, but who doesn't? I have two job. That's where things begin to get entertaining. I work for a 101 year old lady named Mrs. Baxter. I'm not kidding, she's 101. She lives by herself, cooks for herself, does her own laundry, and walks around just fine. I've been working for her for six months and she still blows my mind. Last week she told me that if anyone asks what I do while I am over there I should tell them I look under her bed. If they ask for what I should answer, "Men's shoes." Yes, I know, she has an amazing sense of humor. Now, it's true that I look under her bed, and I do this almost every time I see her. (which is 3-4 times a week) She has a talent for losing things, but I am usually just looking for things like teeth and eye drops. And only last week did she discover Depends!
My friend Rachelle is a biology major. A few weeks ago she mentioned something about life span correlating with the length of our DNA strands or something. I don't know a thing about science, but this seemed interesting to me. I ran across this article today and I thought it fit nicely with this conversation.
http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/2009/03/can-humans-live.html
They are working on immortality. Really? Can you honestly say that you want to live forever? No? No, I didn't think so. Hundreds of years seems bad enough. Can you imagine if the Pilgrims were still struttin' around? Ha!
Where to begin...I am attending college in a random city in Arkansas where not much goes on. I'm 800 miles from home and have no idea why. I have some good friends and some not so good friends, but who doesn't? I have two job. That's where things begin to get entertaining. I work for a 101 year old lady named Mrs. Baxter. I'm not kidding, she's 101. She lives by herself, cooks for herself, does her own laundry, and walks around just fine. I've been working for her for six months and she still blows my mind. Last week she told me that if anyone asks what I do while I am over there I should tell them I look under her bed. If they ask for what I should answer, "Men's shoes." Yes, I know, she has an amazing sense of humor. Now, it's true that I look under her bed, and I do this almost every time I see her. (which is 3-4 times a week) She has a talent for losing things, but I am usually just looking for things like teeth and eye drops. And only last week did she discover Depends!
My friend Rachelle is a biology major. A few weeks ago she mentioned something about life span correlating with the length of our DNA strands or something. I don't know a thing about science, but this seemed interesting to me. I ran across this article today and I thought it fit nicely with this conversation.
http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/2009/03/can-humans-live.html
They are working on immortality. Really? Can you honestly say that you want to live forever? No? No, I didn't think so. Hundreds of years seems bad enough. Can you imagine if the Pilgrims were still struttin' around? Ha!
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