Nothing New

So while I am in queue to play WoW, I thought I would update my blog. As the title indicates, nothing new has happened. Still waiting. Still walking everywhere. Still winter. Still feeling useless.
Not sure why but the holidays really sucked this year! I should have been happy, filled with the holiday spirit. My life was touched with kindness and good deeds. Of course Korban and I talked of the reason we have Christmas. Anything to do with the Savior is usually enough to make me happy, but not this year.
I feel like in my life Satan truly won this year. I feel sad and lonely. unable to see past my petty problems to all the good that is around. All I did Christmas day was cry and force myself to eat nothing but applesauce (made Mac n Cheese for Korban). I wish I wasn't this way. I wish I could be like I used too. I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong in my life to make me so weak. I don't know. Sometimes I think it may be that even the strongest bridge can break if constant weight with no break is put upon it. That's how I feel. Put upon.
Yes I know there are those who suffer more. Those who are not ungrateful like me. Those who are the example of Christ-like faith and love. I am blessed to know many of them.
The only good thing I can say about this year is that it's nearly over! Thank goodness! This year can only be rivaled by 2001 when Katie lost her baby, the Twin towers fell, my husband left me, and I found myself homeless. I remember being sad then, but like I could keep moving on. Now I feel like a cess pool.
Wow, maybe I shouldn't have updated. This is mega depressing!!!! Sorry all!
Despite my uncalled for feelings, I hope all of you, my loved ones, are happy and warm. That you are enjoying a break from work to be with your spouses, children, and extended family. Please know that the only thing that still grows in my life is my love for all of you. Just want all of you to be happy and blessed.

Yours, K.

Warning! Contains "Women's Issues" Read At Your Own Risk!

Okay, so most of you know I am kind of a conservative "hippie". I love keeping things as "natural" as possible. Well in my effort to keep it "natural" for the past year (apx.) I have used a product called Lunapads. They are reusable pads.
Can I just say I LOVE THEM!!!! Now that I am a real girl and have real periods I can safely say they rock. I bought a mega pack that included a bunch of sizes and lengths for different flows etc. They are made out of very soft flannel and after use you soak them in cold water until you are ready to wash them (they also come with a mesh washing bag so they all stay together) and you wash them and you can dry them but I choose to let them air dry in an attempt to make them last longer. With careful use and washing they can be used for ten years!
You can choose whatever fabric you like (mine have a black background with flowers. I know, I know, but I am girly okay!) They have a snap to stay firmly onto your panties and fabric across the front and bottom so you can use extra removable pads if needed. I don't have to buy pads anymore, if I have a unexpected visit from aunt flo I'm always ready! And the best part (for me) is knowing I'm not filling some land fill with a bunch of unnecessary trash!
I know this choice isn't for everyone, but I'm very happy about it. I feel more in control of my body as a woman in making this choice not being pushed into buying commercial products that are inferior, more exp., and pollute the planet.
I just feel like in biblical times they used similar methods. They didn't pump their animals full of hormones and grind up old livestock to feed to the "in use" animals and then send it off for people to consume. They didn't have pesticides to cover the food they grew. They did none of this yet they lived hundreds of years! I think that says something.
If I am blessed one day to have more children I would really like to do it as natural as possible. If I can, and it is a safe choice, I hope to give birth at home in the care of a mid-wife. I would breast feed of course, as I did Korban, and I plan on using cloth diapers.
I know that God did make this earth for us to enjoy. I know it is fine to consume the plant and animal life and that they were made for this purpose, but I also feel that as a wonderful gift we should also take care of it the best we can.
Don't worry I'm not about to go Amish or anything! I love in door pluming! I love washers and dryers! I love heat! I love not having to slaughter my own food! I am all for tech, but I am also for making a bit more effort to make sure this wonderful gift of life and the planet last as long as possible!
I doubt I will have any takers but if anyone out there is interested in learning more about reusable sanitation products email me and I will hook you up. No I don't get ant kick back from this other then knowing I'm helping women I love and the planet. Also this is not some Mary Kay type thing where I want you to be my minion and sell Lunapads for me, I have just loved using them and didn't know they existed until I was doing research online about the symptoms of PMS (since I had never had it til then!) and saw an article on reusable pads and then (with the google masters help) found best valued fit of reusable pads for me. Anyway, I love them and wanted to take time to write about it on my blog maybe three people read! Now less since this is a "woman's issue" post! LOL!

Yours, K.

PS - I also use a reusable herbal heat pad from Lunapads. Heaven!

Can't Thing Of A clever Title

Well life has been pretty blah lately. Don't feel like writing but I figured I'd better so I could have a record of life being blah. The most exciting thing that has happened to me is I got the WoW exp. I am trying hard to make it to lvl 80 and be the best of the best.
Korban has been having great behavior lately. He seems to be such a big boy lately. All of a sudden he is so much more mature. I am amazed. it's like he is growing up so fast I can't even see it.
We will be moving yet again in an attempt to save money and down size our stuff yet again as we hope to be going to AU sometime soon! Keep praying for us that the Lord will hasten the process for us. I hate all this waiting for my life to begin stuff. Once we get to AU we can start living again. Start to move forward and I need that in the worst way. it's the just sitting that is killing me. I need to have some kind of movement forward to feel whole. being stagnate is horrible.
Okay, I guess that is it from our little household. Hope everyone has a fab Turkey Day. Love you all dearly.

Yours, K.

I VOTED!!!

I voted!!! This is a historical election! I am so proud to be an American right now! I can tell my grandchildren that I was a part of this! Amazing! I hope you all voted and can also say that you were a part of this! This is why I LOVE America and why we are the land that was set aside from the foundation of the world to stand for freedom.

Yours, K.

Thank you

I want to thank all of you , my dear friends, for your expressions of love and support. I know you all love me. It means so much to me. However, those of you who are blessed enough to live with their best friends, there is no substitute for having someone to welcome home or come home to. Someone who every day is your champion and there to cheer you on. Someone to hug. Someone to be quiet with. Someone to cry with. Someone with whom you feel you can (and want) to tell everything.
While you, my dear ones, have chosen wisely in love, I have not. I have been inpatient and followed a very immature impulse to be loved. You have been patient (some VERY patient!) I have been a fool and rushed in. It is my own fault and I pay the price everyday that I wake up alone.
The thing that makes me okay with my very bad choices is that I know you all have someone wonderful in your life. And despite many hart aches you have also been able to add wonderful little people to your life. This too is a source of great happiness on my part. With each child that I see of yours I can breath a sigh of relief and know that is one less child in the world that will have a childhood like mine. In fact they must be VERY special spirits to end up with you and as you know them best I'm sure you would agree that they are very very special.
Please do not worry or be sad for me. I am enough for all of us. Know that I am so happy for all of you. While I do not have it in my life I know that it is out there. I know there are husbands and wives that love each other deeply and count each day with the other a gift and I know there are children that have happy loving homes.
I also know there are plenty of very wonderful people, much better people, then myself who for whatever reason have not found eternal love in this mortal life. I know they will be given the chance. I will too.
I am also very blessed in that my Heavenly Father has blessed me with a very sweet spirit of my own. I would lie if I said I didn't long for a house full of them, but I realize that some people would give the world for one and that I am rich beyond measure. Korban is in the east and he is my sun (in every sense of the word).
I really am trying to be a good mom to him despite the crappy conditions I have given him as a unrespoceable parent. it is my sin and not his that he is not receiving the blessing of a two parent home. And while I love him and want to be everything to him I'm not a father. I also struggle daily having come from a pretty bad childhood of my own and have no positive "parent" to model myself from for those early years of parenting. I also struggle greatly due to the fact that the closest thing to a "mom" is gone. To quote a movie, "I died that day!" I did. Maybe that's why I am not a whole person any more. I can honestly say that id Korban were not in my life I know for a fact that I would have killed myself when Debbie died.
I have no one to tell all of this to, so I write it here. I can't keep it inside and I am tired of trying to hide it. You all deserve to know the kind of person I really am. I am really messed up. I thought I could be one of those people who can overcome a hard life and be better, but I guess I'm not. I really wish I was.
All I can hope is that Korban turns out half way decent, no thanks to me, and breaks the cycle I cannot.
Again, ty all so much for your kind words. I will be fine. I will make it through. I may never be the happy I want but I know I will have moments of happiness in my life and I am okay with that. I know Jesus said something along the lines that the sadness in this life is not worthy to be compared to the glory which will be revealed in us and that all of our tears will cease and we will be filled with joy. I know that is true. I know it with every part of me. I may not be happy in this life but I can be in the next. Honestly if I end up as one of those "helpers" in the houses of the celestial eternal companions I am cool with that. I just want to see the Savior again. I want to know what it's like to have a mom and dad that want me and love me. I want to be held by them. My blessing says I will. It says I have a heavenly Father and Mother who love me and want me. That's enough. maybe Jobe felt that too. I don't know. All I ask is that you just pray for me and especially for Korban, he deserves to be so happy. I do love all of you. I hope with all of my heart that YOU are the one that is happy. :)

Yours, K.

Wish

I wish that I wasn't suck a mess up. No matter what I do it's not right. I try to do something good and all it gets me is trouble. I cry a lot. I feel bad for feeling bad. I try and I try and I am just worse off.
I am pretty much just tired of trying any more. There doesn't seem to be any point. I am misunderstood in all ways. I used to think one day I would be happy. I used to think if I kept getting up one day I would get a break from being knocked down. I don't know what went so wrong with me. I wish i could fix it. I wish I could be happy like everyone else. I wish my love were seen as a gift and not a burden. I mostly wish I could be normal.
Wish I could be a person like everyone else then I could know how to communicate and help people. I don't know what i was made from, but I am getting worse. Anything good in me has gone bad and now I am all black inside. nothing. nothing.

The Secret Life of Bees

A new movie came out on Friday called The Secret Life of Bees. It's based on the book. It is about a girl in the 1960's who is looking for answers about her mother. It takes place in the south shortly after the Civil Rights law was signed ( July 1964 ) abolishing "separate but equal" in the United States.
I really "feel" this story. Maybe because I love the era. Maybe because I know if I had been alive then I would have fought for every person's freedom. Maybe because I am a woman. Maybe because I am drawn to the south and it's simple way of life. I don't know.
I do know that it makes me think.
I feel like I was born at the wrong time. That my life was mistaken for someone elses. I hate being part of a generation that is named for it's nothingness. I am known as simply "X". I have nothing to fight for. Nothing to change. Nothing to gain.
I want to be marching for everyone's right to vote. I want to fight for a person's right to sit where ever they want on the bus (front or back), I want to warn people of the senselessness of war.
I loved the message. I loved the music. I loved the clothing. I loved seance of awereness people had.
They fought to go to school. They fought to vote. They fought to be seen as equal. They could appreciate what it meant.
In Australia voting is not a choice. It's the law. You vote. No questions asked. And as much as I wish it were compulsory here, I am so happy it's not. Forcing anyone to do anything (even if it is a very good thing) is so wrong.
I wish that every person in my generation could see that voting is not a hassle, it is an honor. The fact that we can or can not is a gift. I feel like we take our freedom for granted. I have always felt that peace is better, but war makes us realize what we have and how precious it is. I guarantee you that if the right to vote were taken from us (or there were even a mention of it) people would be up in arms to protect that freedom, yet we do nothing with that freedom.
The day I turned eighteen I registered to vote. It was nowhere near any kind of election, but I had looked forward to that day for years! Even then I knew it was a privilege to be able to vote. Even after I move to Australia, for what will be the rest of my life, I plan on keeping my citizenship as well as voting from abroad.
I only wish that we were born with the longing to embrace our freedom and make the most of what is given to us. I plan on teaching Korban ( and other children if I am so blessed ) how blessed they are to have half of their heritage rooted in a democratic society and the men and women who gave most or all to preserve that privilege.
I do not know why I feel such a deep seance of gratitude for where I came from and for those who have made it that way. I can't remember being taught to be that way. I know for a fact that I am a minority in my feelings for my age group.
I just know that I love love love America, with all if it's major imperfections, and I thank thank thank every person who has stood and fallen fro me when I could not to bless my life with this beautiful country.
I encourage and plead with you to all go vote. I think actively using our freedom is the best way to honor those who can not due to circumstance, choice, or death.

"Land of the pilgrim's pride. Land where our father's died. From every mountain top, let freedom ring . . ."

Little Repiblican

Korban is very interested in this whole presidential election. He keeps making me explain the election process and what a gov vs a senator is ( I am guessing since those running (pres & VP) are either or ), what a "vote" is, how old you have to be to vote, why we don't have a king and queen any more, why other countries still do, why you get to be king just by being born and not picked etc . . .
Well during all of this election talk he has been very interested also in who is currently running for president. I try to stay neutral during the process but Korban seems to very much favor McCain. I am still trying to figure out why. I mean he doesn't know anything about Dem vs. Rep or what each wants. About a week and a half ago he starts telling me he likes McCain. He tells me he would vote for McCain. He likes McCain's white hair. That his hair is not poofy white hair. Obama looks nice, but he just really likes McCain.
It makes me laugh! I'm thinking maybe McCain looks like a "grandpa" type person so Korban can identify with him in a positive way. I really have NO IDEA! I ask him why he likes him but he just keeps telling me, "I just like him Mom! McCain, McCain, McCain! I like to say his name too!"
I feel like I should go register him with the Really Young Republicans Party and buy him a business suit and prepay for his MBA. He is all ready very excited to vote and sad he can't at five! Oh goodness!

Yours, K.

Today

Nothing much today! Another boring day. I wish everyday could be so boring. I like just chilling at home, nothing major happening. Only one thing could make it better. To have the WHOLE family home to chill with.

yours, K.

Sigh!

Not very happy today. Korban has been having quite naughty behavior lately. he was getting SOOOOOOOO good and now all of a sudden he just burned and crashed! I really hate being a single parent and my heart goes out to ALL single parents in the world tonight!

Yours, K.

I Really Do Love Fall!

I know I all ready wrote how much I love fall but the more of fall I get the more I am reminded of why I love it! I think as long as I live fall will always be my fav time of year.
Since the fall weather has begun I leave the sliding glass door open every night because I can't get enough of that crisp clean air! It is just cold enough to wear a sweater comfortably or pull the covers just a bit tighter. It smells so wonderful.
I can smell hay rides, corn stalks, children playing, leaves falling, laughter, cider, turkey, pie, family, hazelnut cocoa, and the beginning of fun!
I just have so many wonderful memories of fall. I am going to miss "real fall" once I move to a place where there are just subtle changes in seasons. I know soon I will climatize myself to the environment and the fall I love will fade from my memory. Just a small hint. I will try my best to hold on, but I know, like sand, it will slowly slip through my fingers until all that is left are a few grains that have managed to stick. Eventually they too will be brushed away.
While I feel like leaving here and starting a new life it can't happen soon enough, lately, I am also starting to get very emotional about leaving and also very scared.
It will be okay for Korban. He's young and he will adapt well I know, but I am old and I have had very little happiness in that time, but what I have had has taken place here in Utah. Times shared with dear friends. Some good childhood memories. Falling in love. Going to college. Having Korban come in the world. Being a part of a real family with the Robbins. Being endowed. Praying alone or with others. Feeling so close to God. Buying gifts for friends. Going to movies. Just driving. Staying up all night talking. So many things I will never have again. Never drive past a spot and remember. All that I have, all that I am, will be left behind. I kind of understand how the pioneers must have felt. Leaving their homes in search of a dream of happiness. Having perfect faith in God that He will give them something so much better then they have ever known and that alone will make leaving everything behind worth it. I hope I'm right.

Your, K.

Fall Is Fav

I thought it would be fun to have a Halloweeny layout for the month! I LOVE Halloween! I have to say it is my fav holiday! I love fall the best of all the seasons. I was born in the fall. Fell in love in the fall. I love the way the leaves crunch under my feet. I love wearing layers. I love seeing mother nature adorn her most colorful dress. I love drinking cocoa. I love pumpkin pie! I love that it's a time you get together with extended family. I just really love fall! I hope all of you have a very wonderful fall season!

Yours, K.

Women Beware The Ducking Chair!

As many of you may know I am a wealth of completely useless knowledge! I have more to add to the vault! I LOVE the Discovery Channel(s)! A smorgasbord of useless knowledge! So tonight I watch a fun one about torture! Wow, people in the early times really loved to make people behave or suffer! They covered quite a few I have never even heard of and now wish I still hadn't! They also covered the well known methods, ie, Iron Maiden, The Rack, Guillotine, Pendulum (which they proved is something that was probably never used due to the fact that as soon as it hit dense flesh or bone it would loose all momentum and become stuck!). one that I have never heard of but was commonly used until the 1900s (yes the 1900s!)was a punishment called The Ducking (Dunking) Chair!
The Ducking chair was set up in most towns (there was a point in the early American colonies when it was law to HAVE one in town) near a natural or man made body of water. It was easily made using a see saw like structure with a "chair" on one end and a rope on the other. Because of the advantages of a pulley, a single person could easily "punish" someone for hours without ever tiring. Very good design.
This punishment, however, was reserved for women. For wives who dared talk back or hen peck their husbands. Also women who may gossip too much.
The naughty wife/woman would be strapped into the chair in front of the whole town and be repeatedly dunked into freezing cold water (yes the water that everyone threw their bodily waste into, the water the animals bathed in, the water where carcasses were cleaned, and so on and so forth)over their heads for the duration of the whole day!
Needless to say lots of husbands no longer had to worry about their wives because they would be widowers by the end of the day due to hypothermia, shock, drowning, or a combination of the three. It's safe to say that God was wise in choosing to have me be born now and not then because I can be a bit sassy!
I have included a drawing of a typical Ducking Chair and a narrative poem of the time about it! And on this note I leave you!


"There stands, my friend, in yonder pool
An engine called the ducking-stool;
By legal power commanded down
The joy and terror of the town.
If jarring females kindle strife,
Give language foul, or lug the coif,
If noisy dames should o­nce begin
To drive the house with horrid din,
Away, you cry, you'll grace the stool;
We'll teach you how your tongue to rule.
The fair offender fills the seat
In sullen pomp, profoundly great;
Down in the deep the stool descends,
But here, at first, we miss our ends;
She mounts again and rages more
Than ever vixen did before.
So, throwing water o­n the fire
Will make it but burn up the higher.
If so, my friend, pray let her take
A second turn into the lake,
And, rather than your patience lose,
Thrice and again repeat the dose.
No brawling wives, no furious wenches,
No fire so hot but water quenches."

Yours, K.

Lack Of Motivation

Wow! I have been a bad blogger lately. Not a ton to report just more of the same. As the title suggests I have lost all motivation. I am in a slump. As Dr. Seuss would say I am in the waiting place, the place where you wait for things to begin. I feel like I am waiting for my life to begin and waiting is NO FUN. I know it will be worth it in the end, but for now, not so great. Also I guess no news is good news, so in that sense we are good. While nothing good is going on, nothing bad has either (knock on wood). Anyway, hopefully things for all of you are wonderful. :)

Yours, K.

2001 A Space Odysse - Long And Probably Boring, Read At Your Own Risk!

So I watched 2001: A space Odyssey a few weeks ago. I have been pondering it's meaning. It is filled with many unusual elements to it. One being lack of dialog. It is 40 mins into the movie before there is any dialog and the last 40 min are also void of dialog. Add four min for the credits and that is 84 min of the 120 the movie runs. When there is any dialog it is very sparse and very mechanical and to the point.
During all this wordless time in the movie there is some strange music, psychedelic imagery, and at times complete silence. With the audience of today I doubt any film maker could make that long of a movie with no action or dialog.
For those of you who may have not seen it I will offer a synopsis of the movie. It opens to a tribe of premagnuim man in Africa. This tribe is at a watering hole and are run off by another tribe. After fleeing to a safe place this tribe is surprised with the appearance of a monolith (a rectangular door like entrance to space or perhaps another dimension. The monolith is black and full of stars). At first the tribe is very scared and flee from it, but as they soon realize there is no threat from the monolith they begin to get closer to investigate. There is one tribe member who seems more intelligent then the rest and as he looks at a pile of bleached bones it's as if he has been given the idea of how to use one in a new way, as if the monolith has given him the idea. He picks up a long thick bone in his hand and begins to hit the rest of the bones in the pile. Man has made it's first tool. The monolith disappears and the tribe used the tool in order to kill pray and no longer hunger for want of food. You see the tribe again at the water hole. The other tribe is ready to attack, but one unlucky member encounters the tribe member who used a tool first and pays the price as other members of the tribe take queue and also use objects to beat him to death. you see the bone being thrown into the air and the scene effortlessly changes to one of space with a ship in orbit.
You see the ship in space and see a man who is traveling in an empty "space plane". There is a long scene that shows space and this man falling asleep on the plane. He arrives to a colony on the moon. He meets a group of people and you hear words for the first time. He is asked why is on the colony, there have been rumors of a viral outbreak, but he politely tells them he can't talk about it. Next he is in a room of official looking people explaining that a buried artifact has been found on the moon. It has been dated to 4 million years previous to the year 2000 (also the same time the first scene with the tribe had taken place.), and he is there to lead a crew to investigate. Next there is a group of people in spacesuits wondering around the moon. As they approach the burial site the monolith appears. Man has come so far and having become master of earth, is not afraid and approach the monolith with no fear. As the crew comes closer a mind numbing beeping comes out of the monolith and you see the crew writhing around in pain trying to cover their ears.
You see a ship in space and the words "Eighteen Months Later" appear on the screen. You are taken inside the craft and see a man running in a circle that is rotating. As he runs he passes vessels that are obviously housing crew members in a long term hibernation. Then you see two men sitting in front of a monitor. They are watching a BBC report on a space mission that is heading to Titan, the dominate moon of Jupiter. The report goes on to say that a crew of scientists has been put in hibernation for the four months the journey will take. It tells of the two crew members that will be awake during the voyage (the two men watching the broadcast) and the supercomputer HAL 9000 that is running the ship. There is also a small interview with HAL by the anchor. HAL is programed to use logic and limited human emotion to react to situations. He has a monotone male voice. There is questioned from HAL to a crew member named Dave about the secrecy of the mission and why the hibernating scientists were trained separately and put into hibernation even before the journey began and about the strange events on the moon 18 months earlier. Dave brushes it off. HAL indicates that the com system is going to fail in a matter of days. Dave and the other crew member get permission from mission control to go fix the problem so they will not loose communication. While trying to fix the com system the two astronauts can find nothing wrong with it. They come in from space and tell HAL that there is nothing wrong with the system to which HAL tells them that no 9000 series comp has ever made a mistake and that it must be human error. Meanwhile a communication comes in from mission control informing them that the twin HAL 9000 unit back on earth can find nothing wrong with the com unit. This creates a very perplexing situation. How can one be right and one wrong considering the perfect record of the 9000 series. The two crew members go to a minirover spacecraft where HAL can not hear them to discuss the situation. They both agree that HAL 9000 aboard the ship has to be turned off and manual control of the ship must be implemented. If something as simple as the com unit being damaged is wrong then there could be a much larger problem within HAL's programing and such an important mission can not be risked. Unbeknown to the crew members HAL is reading their lips despite not being able to hear them he figures out their plan. While doing routine maintenance alone outside the ship Frank is suddenly cut off from the ship by a rover. Dave seeing this rushes into another rover to chase after him as his body floats into space. Frank moves around a little in an effort to breath, but soon Dave is chasing after a limp and more then likely dead body. Dave finally reaches the man and takes a hold of him using the "arms" of the rover. He carries him back and approaches the airlock doors he exited the ship from. "Open the doors HAL." no response. "I said open the doors HAL." HAL them informs Dave he can not open the doors he knows of the plan to shut him off and must stay in operation to complete the mission. Dave begins to to get angry with HAL and continues to order the doors be open. HAL tells Dave that the conversation is pointless and that it is ending and says goodbye. Dave decides to go through the emergency door but sees that in his haste to save Frank he has forgotten his helmet. While all this drama is happening outside of the ship inside HAL has shut off all life support to the sleeping crew members and they die. Now Dave is the only crew member left. We can see what happens when we become to dependent on our tools and that tolls that become to human will make the same mistakes we do. Dave takes the rover to the emergency doors and then takes a deep breath (which would actually kill him in reality. If entering the vacuum of space you should actually exhale all the air in your lungs so they don't burst from the pressure) and flushes himself into the airlock and closes the doors while quickly opening them on the other side. He gets into the ship and quickly puts on a helmet. He then heads directly for HALS hard drive and begins to shut HAL down. HAL begins pleading for his life. He expresses that he is afraid and that he is loosing his thoughts. He pleads with Dave to not shut him down that he has made some bad choices and that he is fine now. Despite his plea Dave shuts down HAL. As soon as he is shut down a monitor flicks on and a man begins to say that the purpose of the mission was with held from the awake crew members but known by HAL. They are going to Titan because it was discovered that a signal was sent there by the monolith on the moon. Dave now feels the burden of trying to discover what there may be on Titan. He is the only crew member left alive.
Again words appear on the screen, this time they say, "Jupiter And Beyond The Infinite". Dave is back in the rover approaching Titan when the monolith appears again. Dave goes into the monolith and is taken on a mind numbing trip through and unknown means of transportation. There are flashing lights and strange images the whole time. Finally he arrives in a room decorated with King George style furnishings. It looks like a upper end hotel room. Dave suddenly finds himself out of the rover and walking in his spacesuit in the room. He hears something coming from the bedroom and enters in seeing a figure eating. He soon discovers it is an older version of himself. All of a sudden he is the older man. He is eating what has begin to be known as "man's last supper". He reaches for the salt and breaks the glass on the table. He notices that while the glass is broken the liquid inside remains in tact. He hears breathing and looks over and sees a very old man in the bed next to him trying to breath, near death. Again he recognises his own face. As before no sooner has he see himself is he the dying man in the bed. At the foot of the bed the monolith appears again. He is using what little strength he has left reaching toward it. He enters the monolith and is then inside a clear circle as a fetus. He is viewing earth from space, he has become a "star child". Then the movie ends.
What does all of this mean? Perhaps this is just Kubrick on drugs! He really is very eccentric and some of his other work is difficult for me to watch. The only other work of his I very much like is AI, but then it is a collaboration with Spielberg, who ended up doing most of it due to Kubrick's death.
After reading many online suggestions of what this could mean I am able to present what I think it could symbolize. Kubrick himself refused to offer any explanation to what the movie meant saying that each movie goer should draw their own conclusion and that he would not influence that interpretation with his explanation.
So the beginning is an obvious major example of man's "evolution". Kind of a do or die. Man needed to learn to use tools or die. With the help of the monolith man is able to master tools and find a new way to survive. man also discovers murder and domination, however when this happened the monolith is not present as to suggest that murder and a thirst for power is solely man's creation.
Fast forward to 2001. Man has completely mastered the earth and is now reaching for the stars. We have created many great "tools" to not only survive but make life much easier. Again the monolith has appeared on the moon. It is discovered that it has been there millions of years, so we know it can't be ours. All most as if the "visitors" have been watching our progress from afar since they first made contact with us.
Flash forward yet again to man's mission further into space. Our tools have become so developed that we no longer need even ourselves. Everyone, save two, of the crew are deep asleep. The two people that are awake are so complacent that they spend their time in mundane things such as tanning, playing chess, and literally running in circles. Man is only there for ornamental purposes. Instead of using tools to aid us we cannot survive without tools and in a way they have become greater then us. We have essential lost what made us greater then the tools.
HAL goes crazy! I think this is an important part of the story because it shows that despite are amazing advances we are still very fragile and helpless in the setting of the universe as a whole. Ironically it also shows how man's tools have become very human as shown through HAL's repeated pleas for his life and saying he is afraid. And in the end ultimately reduced to a very weal and simple childlike state before his "end". While showing our greatest weakness, this scenario also shows are greatest strength. Despite impossible odds of survival "man" still found a way to not only simply survive but to ultimately progress.
Moving forward with his mission Dave approaches the monolith in space and is taken into a very advanced mode of travel, again showing man's inexperience in the big scheme of things and despite large movements forward we are still very infantile. In the end Dave ends up in a generically familiar setting of a hotel room. A desperate act by the observers who created the monolith to make whomever should arrive feel more at "home". Dave is presented with a literal representation of his or any man's life. We also don't know if Dave has been there a matter of mins or years as suggested by his progressive aging. Again suggesting that time is infinite and that a single person's lifespan really is just a blink of the eye in the universal time line.
Ultimately we see Dave "die" and then be reborn as a child of the universe looking down on the earth where he once began, thus coming full circle, but also showing that death is not the end but simply another step in man's progression to becoming the master's of the universe as well.
While this movie is an odd way to inspire a person to think about our place in the universe and that this life is a very small step in our progression to becoming what our creator has made us to be.
I don't think Kubrick and myself could ever have any intense discussions on man due to major personality differences I can see why this film is considered to be one of film's most important contributions. It does things that other films dare not do. Leave us alone in "space" with only our thoughts to keep us company. If we could be in space it would be silent. A self imposed deprivation chamber that goes on forever. I like the idea that Kubrick is suggesting that we are not alone in this universe and that there is an unseen eye always watching us and helping us in subtle ways take the progressive steps we need to. I like that this movie suggests that death is really only the beginning and that this life is still part of our "childhood" eternally speaking. A time for us to learn and progress and make mistakes, but that, like a good parent would, our celestial caretakers are guiding us to our ultimate self. It's a nice idea that one day we will be in the position to easily look back at our beginnings and finally understand why we had to go through this life and that it brought us to such a wonderful place in our eternal progression. While I don't agree with all the imagery used by Kubrick I guess I have to assume a Machiavellian attitude about this one and say the end justifies the means. While I think most people in my generation and epically the current one would see this show as boring, pointless, and a waste I feel that there will be a few of us who will see it and think about it and maybe even write a blog about it.

Yours, K.

Who Is Christian?

As I have mentioned on Twitter, I have been watching loads of docus on Netflix Watch It Now function. I have seen docus on things from spelling bees to abortion and EVERYTHING in between!
Sadly one thing I have watched over and over again in countless docus is a running theme of people using the name of Christ as a valid reason to spread hate and violence against one or more "types" of people. Of course the most known would be The Nazi Regine but very sadly there are many bible belt churches that also use the same tactics. One, who's website address is Godhatesamerica.com and Godhatesfags.com. They protest outside of any gay rights type gathering and also any patriotic gatherings holding colorful signs with heartwarming slogans such as:

God Hates America
Thank God For 9/11
Our Troops Will Burn In Hell
God Hates Fags
Too Late To Pray
Fags Die God Laughs

There are others that I'm sure you can imagine for yourself. This particular church is run by a man who is a former attonrney having lost his licence to practice law in state and federal court due to being found to having no sense of morality. This is saying a lot since in America the most "unusual" things are protected by Constitution. And of course even though this group says they hate the American government and should not have to abide to the laws of the land, they to want their freedom of speech as afforded to them by, well, can you believe it! The laws of this land!
They all say that the Bible is where they get their slogans and justification from yet I missed that part of the Bible and I have read it MANY times.
Also I find it curious that the most remembered and revered religious leaders have been the ultimate example of whispering their message to those who would receive it and submission NOT screaming hate above a crowd and saying the Bible backs them up. I also found that those who hate something so badly in someone else is usually the thing inside of themselves they are most afraid of.
Do those people actually think that using that means of "preaching" is really going to bring people back to God? Most people have a distance between themselves and God because they feel unduly guilty about a part of themselves in the first place, so I'm sure telling them they are going to hell for mourning the loss of a loved one who was killed in a hate crime or in the military is really the way to bring them back.
While the LDS church does believe in pretty strickt things I have not once ever heard ANY kind of literature, talk, or reference to using hate as a form of reestablishing our right to live a certain way. Quite the opposite. I have only heard a message of deep love for ALL people. To be the ultimate example of Christ so that people that know you will want to know Him. To essentially disappear and let God do the work. Truly love the sinner and not the sin.
Okay lots of people to be PC say that type of thing, but to me, I mean it. If I have found out that someone I love or someone I meet is living in a way that mainstream Christians consider a "sin", I can not say I love them any less. If I did then I would have to hate myself and every other person who has ever lived save one and not even He EVER told any sinner who was ever placed before Him that they were hated.
I am one of the furthest people from perfection and until I reach that point in life (HA HA HA HA), I can never truly judge anyone else. And to be honest I am SO grateful I don't! I do not want that job and I consider it a GREAT blessing I will only be called to partially judge myself. I learned a very long time ago that "in the quiet heart is hidden the sorrows that the eyes can't see, who am I to judge another when I walk imperfectly?"
For some reason people tell me very personal things about their lives, things not even their family may know (why I DO NOT know!) and through that I have been blessed to know some very hard things that people have gone through. And for every person who has sought my confidence there are hundreds of thousands who have not, but I know that each one of them carries something (or many things) with them that would explain the reason for perceived "sin". What I am saying is no one but God and the Savior know enough about any other person to have the tools to correctly judge any other person let alone say who is and who is not going where or how to get there and in my exp, sadly, the people that spend time pointing fingers forget that they have three of their own pointing back at themselves.
So in my way I am telling them (on my blog only I read) that I am pretty sure that only the Savior and Heavenly Father are worthy to tell their sibling/child what the content of their soul contains
I think that id people in the world spent as much time, money and effort loving things as they do hating, then most of these problems would just take care of themselves or no longer exists.
In summation I want to say that the number one thing Christ asks us to do as His disciples is bear His name and I can honestly say that I DO NOT BELIEVE that Christ would EVER say to another person that He hates them and they are going to hell. I just don't see it. I do see Him loving others for what they are and forgiving what their not. In my vision of Him I only see things as they were described in the Bible. Seeking out those who are downcast in society because someone who is pretty low has very little bride to break and lovingly showing them God's great love and how much He wants to hold us in His arms again. I know faith without works is dead, but I have a hard time believing that anyone who sincerely seeks out forgiveness from Christ would ever be turned away or else even the best of us is doomed. I am NOT counted anywhere close to the elite of God's fold but I do know that if I live a life trying my best that in the end I really will be carried the rest of the way. I know that every other person here has the same benefit and I can't figure out why some people think that God is hate and not love, when the Bible says that love is the best gift He can give us and we can give each other. Without love there would have been no creation (you parents out there know how hard it is to get a baby into the world and then care for them, imagine a universe and then unique world to create!) and for sure no salvation. I can't imagine being asked to feel the sins of people who hate me and gladly suffer every hurt imaginable to "save" them. That is love. Love not hate. So, I guess what I'm saying is the world has enough hate without another person adding to it. Like my lads from Liverpool say, "All you need is love, love is all you need."

Yours, K.

All so noteworthy is this. In the town where this church is based (Topeka, KS) there was a young man who was in the US Army who was killed in Afghanistan. He died on his 22nd birthday. He was a former HS football player and the school was going to retire his jersey as a way to honor him and this church showed up with all their signage and chanting about how happy they are that this young man is dead. In response to this on the day of his actual funeral the local Harley Davidson Vets Association showed up to chant too, with the engines of their Harley's. The widow of this solider said that was the only way she was able to make it through having her new husband die and then having this church use his death as a pathetic way to draw attention to themselves. I point this out because while there will always be a Fred Phelps to try and drag us down, that anyone, though unlikely, can prove that we can always overcome the worst of the world just by being kind to each other.

Penny For Your Thoughts

This is a quick blog! Korban found some old pennies I have saved in hopes that one day they will be worth something (probably for my great-great-great grandchildren!). One is 1953, 1942 (s), 1932, and 1930.
It crazy to think that I have a penny that was created 78 years ago! I had forgotten about these pennies and figured David was the oldest thing I had! I know I am so mean to tease him about his age, but like most bullies I only tease about things that make me insecure! I only have a few precious years left to tease David about being "old" because once I hit 30 I will be ancient too and won't be able to tease him anymore!
Back to the pennies! It's amazing to me that, that penny had been in circulation for about 75 years until I bought it at face value from a store (the grocery store or something I got one and know that money like people likes to travel in groups and asked if there were more and of course I was right!) along with it's fellows.
They aren't worth much now (.20 to about 3.00) but imagine all that penny has seen! It could have been used to buy someone's way into a speakeasy or pay a bill during the depression! It was there when Marlyn Monroe and James Dean were the stuff, Elvis was still King, and cars were made in America. It has seen man walk on the moon, two Beatles die, and Twin Towers fall. And amazingly enough, when a penny was still worth a penny.

Yours, K.

Memories Like Fingerprints

As with some of "my" best ideas this one is stolen!!! And it was stolen by the person I stole it from. Lots of crime these days . . .! I stole it from my Bro Nick's blog. It is fun and if you have the time worth it. As the title says, memories like fingerprints, identify who we are. They are unique to us only. No one else in the world can say they have the same. So here is my "fell of the back of a truck" idea!

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.

Yours, K.

Debs Album Cover!

I like how Deb lucked out and got a K-9 band name and a pic of a K-9 for her cover! LOL! And that has to be the SCARYIEST watch dog EVER!!!

Debut Album Cover (Idea Stolen From Scott Dewar)

made this with these instructions below. I got them from a forum I read every once in a while. Give it a try and see what you Debut Album would be. If you do try it send me a copy.

1 - Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

If you want to do this again, you'll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.

3 - Go to flickr's "explore the last seven days" http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Put it all together, that's your debut album.

For Deborah Robbins Whom I Love

Please Pray!

Daer Blog Readers~
I ask you a special favor this day, please pray! A friend of mine and her family really need your prayers. If you could, during your normal prayers, say one for her and her family I would be so grateful and I know they would too. Amazing how each person's voice is heard by the Lord and how we are able to beseech him for others when they need it and how He hears us and knows just who we are crying for without us even mentioning a name, ours or theirs.
I KNOW from the experiences of my own life that people praying one for another is one of the most powerful forces we have here on earth. We are blessed to have "unlimited minutes" when it comes to prayer. Wheather for ourselves or others.
So, again please pray for my loved ones who are in need of it. I will be because it's all I can do. There are certain things that only God and the Savior can understand and heal.
I am praying for you. I love you. I wish I could take it for you. You deserve EVERY happiness in the world, and I am a shmuck and I'm so sorry that I can't keep my thoughts to myself and that it causes good people like you undue pain. I hope you can please forgive me.

Yours, K.

Go Blog Yourself!

Kairy is taking the day off blog wise! Not feeling the best and I don't want to have one of those cry fest blogs. Some people don't care for them. And I am so tired I can't even think of anything witty and clever to post! So I suggest that everyone go post their own blogs instead of read mine! LOL! Hope all of you are having a good day and I did get some lovely news today, so it has had it's meeny bit of sunshine in it. Maybe something else good may happen. Maybe not. If it does or doesn't it's not going to be from my efforts. DAY OFF! I REPEAT: DAY OFF! Well I did work but from 5:16pm MST - DAY OFF!

Yours, K

Foggy Bloggy

for those of you who may not know I take some "strong" meds to help me sleep. Well you may know it as "Valium", a drug used to calm down hysterical people,namely 40s and 50s housewives! I guess I am like a functioning alcholic, only functioning neurotic! LOL! Well anyway I can't sleep and never have been able to so finally a GOOD doctor figured out that it's my brain that doesn't shut-up (that is SO not like me!) so basically like I said a functioning neurotic. Too much going on up there to get my mind to follow my body to sleep. Anyway, now you no the foreground of the blog. After I take the meds I get very relaxed! I have heard people describe it as being drunk. I just feel very relaxed and chilled. Which as we all know is not really the Kairy we all know and love. Let's face it, after I take these meds I am alkaselzer that has lost it fizz! It is also why these blogs I TRY and write make NO senece the next day and I see it! Anyway what I did want to tell you my dear blog readers, is this!!!!!! After I have taken my sleep time meds, as I call them, I like to go check the mail around 10pm-12am, so it's warm (all most too warm, but actually very nice) and dark and the sky is filled with the stars and this time of year a very dark Venus. Lovely as ever. It's during this time I walk to the mailbox and get the mail. All junk and once in a while a gift from the gods via Australia form my love across the sea. My point being there are just moments, nights, anything, that are so simple, and for me, I am in my perfect place within the universe. Nothing could go wrong. Just for that moment all is right in the world, Everything surrounding you, external and internal are beautiful. Anyway, hopefully I remember this in the morning and that it makes sense. I am just saying for the first time in a long time I had once of those very nice moments so perfect time seems to stop. It has to all is right in the world, but it's very short and I think so special. Hope you, dear blog reader, will have one soon, minus the sedative! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Yours, K.

Man Cold!

This is just another reason why I LOVE the British! They have given us The Beatles, Jane Austin, Colin Firth, Doc Martins, and now, the Man Cold!!!

Best Blog Ever!

My dear friend Deb sent me an email about this blog she found about a married couple who go by The Donkey and The Wife. It is the funniest and BEST blog I have ever read in MY LIFE! And for those of you who know my REAL birthday, that is a LONG time! For those married couples out there you HAVE to check out this blog at least once and I am guessing weekly because you will become addicted like me! While I am always on The Wife's side and I sometimes think The Donkey is rude and insensative it only goes to show that men are 98% the same and us "Wives" are all dealing with the same problems! It's also good for "The Donkies" to see that it's not us it's them! LOL! Okay, okay I guess us woman have some similar qulities too! It is just so funny to read about the same exact "disagreements" that you have in your own relashionship and laugh about it. It also really does help you to understand why we are the way we are and if nothing else pure comic relief! Plus you get to see both sides and they have polls on voting who is right or wrong in a certain situation and you can always leave a comment! So if you have time check it out!
http://www.wifeadvice.com

Yours, K.

Listen to This :)

This is a call to a radio station in TX. I see why Jesus teaches us to be like the little children

Ready To Blog Again

Well I am ready to Blog again though my heart is still in mourning. Korban turned five on June 8th. I can not believe how time passes so quickly. I have a theroy using Enstines theroy of relativity and traveling at the speed of light and how time sppeds up etc on that but I will save that for another time I suppose. Back to Korbey!
He had a very happy birthday and racked in the cash! I was surprised how much money a five year old can get these days! He got 87.00 dollars!!! I don't get any where near that for my birthday! I haven't gotten that much in my last three bithdays combined! Holy heck! He is much loved! Plus he got about a million gifts in additon to the cash! Youth is truely wasted on the young! I let him spend 12.oo dollars at the dollar store and used the rest to buy him a few "pricy" gifts as instructed by the money senders. The money spent at the dollar store made Korban happier then Disneyland! He is all ready starting to see the "happiness" money can buy. He hasn't figured out that it isn't the kind that lasts, but one day he will.
Still waiting for our visas. I sometimes think we will never make it to Australia. And PS, they don't celebrate American holidays (who knew, doesn't EVERYONE want to be American?!?!) only Australian ones so I get confused! For instance when it was around Korban's birthday it was the queen's birthday and a public holiday there. The queen is SOOOOOOOOO old! She's like 105! Okay more like 80 something! And then Father's Day is in September not June! And no Thanksgiving! I would take that holiday if I was another country just so I can eat lots of lovely decadent foods with no explination or social scorn!
It will be wierd not having fireworks in July. I doubt they teach American history in school there since we don't learn Australian history here so I am going to have to teach Korban about it. Like Adam Sandler said in one of his movies "Are you too good for your home!" Korban can't forget his place of origin! I won't let him! He may adopt an Australian accsent but I will let him and any future children know that half of them came from America and is proud of it! I don't know if it's huberous or just being proud of where I came from, but I love being American. Not until I am 59 will I have lived in AU longer then America, it could be 60 depending on when our visa is granted if at all (sigh).
Last paragraph. Korban asks me all kinds of silly questions like "Do chickens hiccup", is that normal??? I swear I never asked questions like that! How would you even get to that question in your though process! And PS no one knows for sure! There is lots of believers both ways! Something about anatomy of a chicken seems to suggest they can't. Plus I am thinking how can you hiccup with a beak???? Now you can google it and wake-up at 3am going back and fourth on the opinions!

Yours, K.

My Fav Poem

Silence*

Edgar Lee Masters


I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths
Of what use is language?
A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities -
We cannot speak.


A curious boy asks an old soldier
Sitting in front of the grocery store,
"How did you lose your leg?"
And the old soldier is struck with silence,
Or his mind flies away
Because he cannot concentrate it on Gettysburg,
It comes back jocosely
And he says, "A bear bit it off."
And the boy wonders, while the old soldier
Dumbly, feebly lives over
The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon,
The shrieks of the slain,
And himself lying on the ground,
And the hospital surgeons, the knives,
And the long days in bed.
But if he could describe it all
He would be an artist.
But if he were an artist there would be deeper wounds
Which he could not describe.

There is the silence of a great hatred,
And the silence of a great love,
And the silence of an embittered friendship.
There is the silence of a spiritual crisis,
Through which your soul, exquisitely tortured,
Comes with visions not to be uttered Into a realm of higher life.
There is the silence of defeat.
There is the silence of those unjustly punished
And the silence of the dying whose hand
Suddenly grips yours.
There is the silence between father and son,
When the father cannot explain his life,
Even though he be misunderstood for it.

There is the silence that comes between husband and wife.
There is the silence of those who have failed;
And the vast silence that covers
Broken nations and vanquished leaders.
There is the silence of Lincoln,
Thinking of the poverty of his youth.
And the silence of Napoleon
After Waterloo.
And the silence of Jeanne d'Arc
Saying amid the flames, "Blessed Jesus" -
Revealing in two words all sorrows, all hope.
And there is the silence of age,
Too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it
In words intelligible to those who have not lived
The great range of life.

And there is the silence of the dead.
If we who are in life cannot speak
Of profound experiences,
Why do you marvel that the dead
Do not tell you of death?
Their silence shall be interpreted
As we approach them.

No Blog

Dear Blog readers there will be no blogs for a bit, I just recieved news of a dear friend loosing a baby and obviously don't feel up to it and hope to be helping my friend deal with this loss in whatever why I can instead of writing this blog. Despite sad news for me I wish all of you a wonderful weekend and a reminder to hold those you love just a bit longer . . .

Yours, K.

Song

Barcelona
Where the winds all blew
The churches don't have windows
But the graveyards do
Me and my shadow
Are wrestling again
Look out stranger
There's a dark cloud moving in

But if you could hear
The voice in my heart
It would tell you
I'm afraid I am alone

Wont somebody please
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me loose
Fly, let me fly
Let me fly

Super paranoid
I'm blending, I'm blurring
I'm bleeding
Into the scenery
Loving someone else
Is so much easier
But I hold myself hostage
In the mirror

But if you could hear
The voice in my heart
It would tell you
I'm tired of feeling this way

God, wont you please
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me loose
Let me fly
Let me fly
Let me fly

I wont be held down
I wont be held back
I will lead with my faith

The red light
Has been following me
But don't worry mother
Its no longer my gravity

Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me fly
Let me fly
Let me fly

Not Very Bloggy Today

Hola all. I am not feeling much like blogging today. Feel lonely and sad so I will spare you from having to read it. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Ty for reading and I love you all so much. TY for all of you out there that are so kind and take such good care of Korban and I when we have needed a helping hand. I wish everyone a beautiful day! If I am not feeling the best, the next best thing is knowing those you love are happy :) XOXOXOXOXOXOXOOOXOXOXO

Yours, K.

Horton Hears A Who

As I'm sure everyone in modern society knows Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears A Who is now a CGI movie. Needless to say having read it MANY times Korban and I went and saw it the day it came out (my sweetheart's b-day March 14th) and we read it again tonight and it got me to thinking about what the meaning behind the story could be. Dr.Seuss' stories, like Mother Goose tales, are political commentary or life lessons masked in the genre of a child's story, also notable is The Wizard of Oz.
Of course Ted (yeah we're that close!) is no longer alive so I can't very well write or email him about what he was trying to say through Horton and the Whos, but something Korban asked me made me start to think and I may have a close idea of what he was trying to tell us.
Near the end of the story, the inhabitants of Noo are all chasing after Horton and Korban asks me, "Mom, why are they all chasing Horton?" And I told him it was something called "mob mentality" and I explained to him that is when a group of people, who would otherwise wouldn't on their own, join together to persecute a person or certain group of people because of what they may believe or look like. He asked me why people would do that and I reminded him of the Holocaust (which we have talked about before) and how one person like Hitler can convince others something is true when it's not.
From this exchange it makes me think that Horton Hears A Who could very well be Ted's take on WWII and what Hitler did. Originally published in 1954, the timing would be correct. A less then a decade after the "end" of the war.
To me it seems that the kangaroo is Hitler. The Who's are the Jewish community. One of the major players is a black eagle named Vlad (the bird of the Nazi's being an eagle and we knew by then about Stalin).
I think Ted is trying to say that one person can turn a peaceful society (The Jungle of Noo) into wild animals (Nazi Regine) when they are told that something innate (The Jewish community) is a threat to their way of life. So it is better to destroy the threat that cannot be seen, heard, or felt, then let even the idea of it exists.
I can't figure out who Horton might be. I would say America because we ultimately "ended" the war, but we were more apart of the jungle. Not chasing after Horton, but looking past it for a long time. Not until Pearl Harbor did we come to help the "Jews/Whos". Maybe Horton is the alliance at any given time. A large force trying to stop the "kangaroo/Hitler" AND save the "Jews/Whos". Or the ultimate force for good, God.
I think the fact that the Jungle of Noo refused to believe that this group of people were being destroyed is a commentary also on the fact that many German's at the time and some to this day (I shouldn't say just German's because it is more then them) believe that the Holocaust never happened! That it was made up! Despite there being proof!
In the story the Whos have to endure many hardships. They suffer a lot of destruction. Yet they band together, looking to a voice in the sky to save them. A force bigger then they are. "We are here! We are here! We are here!"
You also get the message that "A person's a person, no matter how small." I believe Ted is saying as the bible does, that no voice is without out merit. The rain was made to fall on the bond, the free, the just, and the unjust, all are equal in the eyes of God. I have no idea what, if any, faith Ted followed, but I am certain he had some kind of faith in God.
And lastly I like how he ends the tale of Horton hears a Who in that the very SMALLEST voice in Who-ville makes all the difference. That one small Who, Jo-Jo, and his "YOPP" are the salvation of Who-ville and all the Who's!
There are so many examples of just one person making major changes in the world. Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Mother Theresa, Desmond Tutu, and many more.
In summation I would say that the moral of the story is, letting someone else think for you is dangerous, just because you can't see, hear, or feel it doesn't mean something isn't there, that no group of people (society) is without it's place in our world, and that every person's voice is meant to be heard and is very powerful!
Theodore Geisel was a very wise man. Horton Hears A Who, is only one of MANY powerful stories that he wrote, I think wisely knowing that children are more prone to bending with the change in the wind than to snap and break like adults, so we should tell them these great pearls of wisdom while they are young and through whimsical rhyme, they learn to be good people . . . wow! I guess another name to add to the list of a single person who has changed the world is Dr.Seuss.

Yours, K.

Mystery Sister

Okay, so Korban has a VERY active imagination (where does he get that from?) and he will tell me little stories all the time about different things. Some I can see where they come from, this one I have NO IDEA and it is freaky!
Like any typical kid, Korban will sometimes fight bedtime. 89% of the time he goes to bed and BAM he is out, I have him trained pretty well in at least one aspect of life! Sometimes, however, he doesn't want too. He also suddenly developed a fear of the dark when he was about fourish. I am trying to get him away from it. One, I hate the lights on when trying to sleep, two, paying for the electricity, and C, I don't know but it has to stop!
So I have been trying to wean him off the light being on at bedtime. First step light on in room. Second step light on in hall, third step "night light" of some sort. Step four lights out! Right now we are between step 3 & 4, so there are times Korban is in the dark and sometimes in the light.
Korban has lately been talking of a "Mystery Sister". AT first I thought it was him trying to make himself a "sister" because he is missing you know who's daughters (he hasn't asked about them in quite a while, which makes me happy since it broke his heart to lose them and a "dad"), but then he told me he is afraid of the Mystery Sister.
I asked him how he could be afraid of a sister? He told me he is afraid of her and she comes at night. I asked him what she looked like and he told me, "nothing." How can a thing look like nothing??? Then a few days ago he gets up one morning ( a night light night) and tells me the "Mystery Sister" hates light and stayed away. Okay . . .
So, I am not sure what the heck to think. I have talked to David about this and told him I thought at first he might be thinking of a "ghost" and saying "mystery", but he knows what the world's definition of a ghost is and he has assured me she is not a ghost. And it's not like I even believe in ghosts let alone talk about it a lot, believe it or not he has learned that kind of stuff on pre-school shows like The Back Yardagins!!! With his limited vocabulary and cognitive ability to express what he is talking about, it somehow converts to "mystery Sister". I will keep trying to figure out what he is trying to express by this term, but whatever it is, it terrifies him. He has never expressed "sister" as a negative thing. So I am confused and freaked at the same time! LOL! I will keep you updated on the "Mystery Sister" sightings and if I ever get Korban to express what "she" is!

Yours, K.

Boring Blog

Today was a VERY boring day. We did next to nothing. This is why some times I feel like I am not a good blogger, not much substance. BORING! Also why I am a crappy journal keeper too! Um . . .okay I guess this is all there is for today. Sorry we are so boring, but these days are my very favorite.

Yours, K.

A Miracle!!!!

It is a historic day in my life! Korban WANTED to get his hair cut! Can you believe it??? I made him wait 2 days after he asked to make sure he meant it since last time he got his hair cut with our Aunt Janet and Uncle Don he wanted to know when I was going to put his hair back on! I let him know it didn't work that way and he suggested staples , glue, or tape to reattach it! I also told him none of those things were an option and he cried! He was much dismayed to learn it would have to GROW back not be reattached!



So , as I said, today after a long talk about how hair stays off once removed we went and got his hair cut. The young woman who did it was preg and cranky but we got it done and got the heck out! Despite the hormonal scare, Korban's hair turned out cute I think!



It was funny because on our way to get Korban's hair cut who should we run into but Uncle Don and Aunt Janet!!! LOL! I guess they are hair cut fairies and where ever they go hair cuts follow! It was nice to see them! They had just finished with Meeting and were getting a bite to eat with a group of church members. After Korban got his hair cut he wanted to go back and show them and fortunately they were still there! So they got to see the before and after! And uncle Don (the big softy!) got Korban a cute little plastic bank with candy in it and a bubble blowing whistle ( as seen in the pictures)! Korban loved both and so did the neighbors! LOL! So a big "thank you" to Uncle Don from the folks at Pepper Ridge Apts!!!
So that was our day! Korban got a hair cut, an unexpected family reunion, and violating noise ordinances!!!!!! Go Sunday!!!
Also a parting note! My pookie finally took my advice and started his OWN blog, let's see how often he writes in it! But anyway, the link is on here if anyone wants to check it out! Love you all!!! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Yours, K

Corbin's (Korban's) Grill

Today Korban and I went to a new resturant that is in Layton close to the mall called Corbin's Grill. We had seen it listed in the phone book about six months ago, but never really looked for it and one day we were heading home and saw it! Korban was so excited to go to "his" resturant! So finally today we made it over there.
It is a very NICE place! It has a wall water fall in the middle and very earthy decore! The booths are somewhat tight, but they mostly have tables and chairs. they grill everything using wood as the heat source over an open grill. It is basically a very mod steak house with the prices to proove it.
I feel for the food quality it is VERY overpriced, however the abiance is like nothing else here in Utah and for a once in a great while dining exp it is worth it. The kids meal is a very good deal as in most rest. I know from my days at the OG that 99% of rest provide kids meals at cost to lure in families because if they marked up the kids meals as much as they do the adult entrees none of us would go out to eat at any sit down rest except for a "date night"!
Korban informed me upon our arrival that he build "his" rest during the nights while I slept. He would turn into an adult, come work on the rest., and then come home and turn back into a big boy before I would wake up. LOL! I told him he did a very nice job!
So if you have a special occasion and would like to try something new with decent food and an amazing atmosphere I suggest Corbin's Grill! Korban gives "his" rest two thumbs up!
Hope everyone enjoys Confrence this weekend and has a nice break with their families at home. :)


Yours, K.

Sorry

Okay I got a very "upset" email from my dad's wife today saying my April Fools joke was thoughtless and I literally all most gave him a heart attack. Didn't realize the though of me having another child was something to dread on his part or I never would have included him in on the joke. So if I offended anyone else with the thought that I might reproduce I apologize and meant no distress, only an April Fools joke, which I thought would be rather funny since anyone who knows me well enough would know that unless my name is suddenly "Mary" and an angel has appeared to me there is NO way I could be having another baby! I haven't gotten any other April Fools Day hate mail, but wanted to say something before you sent it. SORRY!!!!! If I ever am preggo again I will not announce it, if you see me and I have another kid with me who looks like me you can assume I did and we'll leave it at that!

yours, K.

Picture Says It All!!!!!!

Needless to say it is a very "happy surprise"!!!!

Yours, K.

LOST

I admit it I am addicted to LOST! Since the TV movie release dates are way behind the US in AU, I am going to have to order the seasons online to know what is going on! On avg., when it is released on DVD here it's coming to the theatres in AU! Anyway, I found this silly little LOST test. It's to find out which person you would be on LOST. Here is who I am:

Which Lost Character Are You?

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I guess this confirms it, I want to be an elf, but will always be a hobbit!!!! Not to mention the fact that Charlie is DEAD and a former addic! LOL! I am artistic. I do have a addictive personality, but keep it to shoes and scrapbooking! I would like to think that I would indeed give up my life to save my friends because as the Savior says; "Greater love hath no man then he lay down his life for his friends. Ye are my friends."
Anyway I can hardly wait til the 24th of April when it's back since taping has resumed since the writer's strike is over! WAHOO!
Just shared my results because I thought it was fun! I honestly thought I would end up being Hurley! For a lot of reasons less being a millionaire lotto winner! LOL! If anyone else would like to see who they are the link to the test is: http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=33&category=Lost
It's not long and just for fun! Have a very DHARMA project day out there peeps!!!


Yours, K.

Best Blog Entry Ever So Far!!!!

This Pic is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO funny! I'm sure all you RMs out there will get an extra laugh out of this one!

No Inspiration

So I am a pretty bad blogger. I feel so bad. Not many people read this but for those that do it has to be pretty boring! So sorry to the 1 to 2 peeps who are kind enough to read this that I don't often update it!
Things are going SOOOOOOOOOOOO slow in my effort to get a visa for Korbey and I. They want everything but DNA and truth be told they may get it due to the fact that I may be required to give it at a health check given by an Austrlian Gov. approved doc! I have never felt such pressure to be a "desirable" person before! I will cry a little if Australia won't have me and that is a country founded by the Brits as a penial colony!
Korban is still being his silly little self. New Korbanisms each day. For example his great grandpa asked Korban when he was going to be five and without skipping a beat said, "On my birthday!" As if! What a little smarty pants he is! HE all ready thinks he knows everything, what is he going to be like as a teenager!
Korban also has an interesting list of career choices, which I shall list:
1. Astronaught
2. Sanistation worker
3. Pilot
4. OBGYN
5 Construction worker
6. Actor
7. Hanna Montana back-up singer/dancer
8. fast food worker
9. Singe
10. First person on Mars
11. Clown
12. Cowboy
13. A "papa"
14. Dolphin
15. Miercat
16. Vet
17. Farmer
18. Basketballer
19. Soccer star
20. Cricket Champ

Okay that is enough for now. There are more, but there are more and more added daily. I better win the lotto so I can pay for all that education!!!! I will never be a grandma! No time to even date, ley alone other stuff with all that to do!!!
Class of 98 is gearing up for the 10 year reunion so if anyone reads this blog and hasn't been contacted please toss me a line so we can get you an invite! I personally would like to reconnect with every person that we went to school with!!! Okay guess I am done. I will try better!

Yours, K.