“GMO Mosquitos” Edition
“Scientists to Release Genetically Modified Mosquitos to in Florida to Combat Denge, Zika.”
Reasons why you might be upset:
- “Just what we need from 2020: MORE MOSQUITOES”
- “GMO is bad enough for you, now we have mutated bugs?!”
- Another reason to hibernate in a hole for the remainder of the year.
- Mosquitos carry diseases! Why release them if they can spread the diseases?!
Reasons why it’s not that bad:
- The “mutated” “GMO” bugs are male versions of the breed of skeeter that carry dangerous Zika and Dengue viruses (among other things).
- Only the female of the species bite, (biting makes babies, gross) and the males are the ones being released.
- these male “frakensquitos” have been engineered to produce only MALE offspring.
- this is merely a small scale study. In Florida. So, don’t go to Florida?
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… to be a Christian to be a good person.
You just need to BE. A. GOOD. PERSON.
“You’re really nice. You must be a Christian.”Some lady I was nice to at work once.
Your Image Isn’t JUST What You Show People
Someone the other day shared this image on Facebook. I commented with: “And sometimes very good people are covered in tattoos and go to church.
Every body is different every person is different and every heart is different.”
Your appearance does not define you. Your religion does not define you. Someone who had been baptized or saved can still do bad things.
It is your words, and how you say them, your actions, and how you take them. And your heart and how you use it.
If it’s not already obvious, I am legitimately NOT a Christian. I’m not an unbeliever either. I’m a not sure what to believer 🤷♀️. I’ve struggled with what to believe for many years and especially so after my mother’s passing.
Good People Aren’t Just Christians.
My mom was a good person. One of the best people I’ve ever met. I’m not just being partial. She was kind to everyone she met, she loved when she didn’t receive love in return. She helped raise half a county. She raised her own four children to be loving dependable and responsible.
She was not a “Christian”. Though she was never saved and didn’t attend church, she still had her own beliefs. One of the big ones was “treat others the way you want to be treated.” Also: “be good to your mom” 😉.
At her funeral, the preacher, a man who’d known my mother since he was little, did nothing but preach that she would want you to go to church and be saved. He said nothing about her going to a better place. She was a good person. But she wouldn’t be going to heaven.
I have not given my soul to Jesus. But I like to think I’m a good person. And I know people who identify as Christian who aren’t good people.
But Christians Can Be Good People
While I know some Christians who are “bad” people, I do know some who are good people, kind people. I’m not being judgmental or characterizing all Christians as bad people. Being Christian doesn’t make you good or bad.
I’ve always thought that a person who had faith as strong and unshakable as I’ve seen some people have must be strong and determined. It is admirable, giving yourself so fully to something such as faith.
How to Be a Good Person
- Do good things: volunteer, donate to charity, feed the needy or homeless.
- Be kind: use a positive attitude with others, let people know when you appreciate them.
- Avoid: violence, hate, judgement.
- And, you know, don’t MURDER people 🤷♀️
Basically, treat others the way you’d want to be treated, do not judge others by their outward appearance, but by their character and heart. Let others know you care for or respect them. Do good things with yourself and for others. The list goes on. But a person doesn’t have to be a Christian (or believe in God) to be a good person.
You don’t have to be a Christian to be a good person. You just have to be a good person! But if having faith gives you wings, then fly, friend.
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I know this is a strange topic for a blog post on a blog for a writer. But The Sims has been a big part of my life, for a long time. I started playing years ago when I was in college (maybe before?) when my roommate copied The Sims 1–without expansions (naughty I know). I spent most of my summer playing. I remember sitting in a chain in the living room while my mother slept (we didn’t have internet upstairs) downloading stuff for the game. There was a program where you could make your own clothes, make pictures for them to paint, etc.
I got a little girl I helped raise (she just recently got married, love you sera!) into it and it was a bonding/she stole my computer for hours experience I bought The Sims 2 for her for my house. There are still a few “Cullens” (yes of Twilight fans) families. My niece even played. I wanted to take them all out epically by drowning them all but 🤷♀️.
On The Sims 2, on my laptop, there’s a “town” I created and named after the town I grew up in. In that town I recreated my immediate family. Parents and siblings. I don’t know if I could log back in and play it, because I created my mom there, and she’s gone now. Although it might help that old sluggish laptop to get rid of the game. But that’s history.
Since becoming an adult, having a job and a kid, I lost touch with the game. That old laptop barely chugs along. I haven’t even booted it up in years. I bought a new computer a few years ago and when I bought it I purchased The Sims 4. I now have almost all expansion packs, many game packs and a few stuff packs. I’m obsessed. If only EA would give them too me, honestly.
On that game I had several heavily played families. The first, named after yours truly. Of course sim me didn’t marry my sim hubby. We’ll get into that another time. Sim me was basically living off her writing (now that’s #goals) had a teen daughter, a little girl, a toddler girl and a baby boy. I might have looked up some helpful hints in order to finally have a boy. 🤦♀️
There’s also a family I was trying to make a master gardener. She had crazy eyes, no family, and sold her fruits, veggies, and flowers in a retail store. She was so close to getting the cow plant (without cheating) when she aged up into elder. I didn’t want to lose the farm so-to-speak, so I adopted her a kid. Someone she could teach the art. But I was afraid she’d die and the kid would disappear (google what happens when the parents die and the kids aren’t teens in The Sims 4). So I created another sim to be her guardian. Idiot me made her a criminal. But I haven’t moved her in yet.
I had another family where the sister and brother (a teen) lived together. The sister was a veterinarian with a growing business and the bother was dating my legacy son’s daughter. These two also have blue hair.
I also had two sims in the science career. One was a pink haired lady—science ladies are cool—and the other a green haired dude. Of course I wanted them to get married and have little nerdy babies. But my MAIN goal? GET SIM DUDE ABDUCTED BY ALIENS AND IMPREGNATED. Which is a lot harder in The Sims 4. I managed to make it happen, after hours of gameplay, and he now has a blonde haired little girl who is really a bald headed blue alien kid.
The problem was, after an update (or cloud drive and it’s random deleting—I haven’t figured it out yet) I LOST ALL OF THESE AWESOME FAMILIES. All that hard work. Down the pooper.
Or so I thought.
It had been months since I played them. Since I lost them. I’d had a whole two other glitches. One had about six or seven families that I made with my 5 year old (she’s an interesting simmer). I cried this last time, deeply heartbroken and saddened.
It’s beside the point that I’d downloaded a mod to murder unwanted sims anyway—again plans (a graveyard/park). I planed on saving all those households to the gallery and making them and the families she made public. The world needs to see the chaos.
But tonight I not only discovered that I saved all those families… I SAVED MY ORIGINAL SAVE FILE.
Like, some of these save files were NOT showing up before!
My glee and excitement is only outweighed my by desire to stay up all night catching up with these families. But alas, I am in fact still an adult. And I have to be up at 6am.
But I get off work early… guess we all know what I’m doing tomorrow 👍🏻
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I’ve not written anything worthwhile—much less finished it—in a very long time.
But I’ve recently gotten an idea. It started as a glimmer and it’s blossoming into something with real potential. I’m jinxing it but with my track record 🤷♀️
Anyway, I’ve decided that I’m going to change up my approach to this particular idea, in a number of ways.
1. I am NOT going to share it with the world until I know it’s taken root and has solid ground. I usually post the stories and share them here or on my Facebook for the world to see (ie What the Heart Wants), page by page or chapter by chapter. I haven’t finished one and my readers (all five) have been left hanging. And it makes me angry.
2. I’m not going to think about it when I’m not actively working on it. With one of my stories, which was really popular with a few people (like, three), I wrote a massive amount of it and thought about it constantly. I had the ending figured out in my head before it was on paper. At that point I was burned out and couldn’t come back to it.
(I am actually considering a massive overhaul on that story, eventually. I was very proud of Her and hopes were high. I hate the idea of abandoning her).
3. I will not write an outline of what happens. With the story mentioned before, I got burned out and thought it would inspire me to write an “outline”—it was actually a short form of the whole shebang—as a guide to finish. That outline is gathering dust in a jump drive, with the rest of the story.
4. I AM going to flesh out the characters a little. Before and during writing, I plan on fleshing out my characters. With other stories, I had them all in my head and they developed personalities as the stories progressed. I want to have them fleshed out and described before I get too into writing. I don’t think I’ve ever spent much time in describing features of characters in stories. I want to help my readers see what I see.
I really think this one has potential, even if I only self publish. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I want to finish it before I go anywhere with it. Wish me luck.
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I have to work tomorrow (technically today since it’s one in the morning). That’s not news, I work every day of the week but Monday and Wednesday. But I don’t want too.
Tuesday, the last day I worked, was a big pile of stinking festering garbage. I was short handed and the people who were supposed to be the closing team called in and left us hanging. I had to ask two of my people to stay late—they graciously agreed and I’m forever in their debt—and I told my managers I would stay late.
I’m not gonna complain once my pay check rolls in and I have overtime on it—OT WHUD UP—practically buy me a new car with that.
Anyway, after six I had three people on the front end, three breaks to cover (including my own) and a million things to get done. Honestly it’s not that hard it’s just complicated and you have to not mess something up.
Messing with the money of a major corporation is a daunting task. That makes me sound more important that what I really am. But that’s what I do. Essentially.
But as always we made it work and we are a good team. A teeny tiny little team but a good one. Those are reliable people and my faith in them has grown even brighter than it was before that night.
Because two people called in (more in the place called in, but two in one area is like a tornado going through a trailer park: devastation). And honestly it was two people I was looking forward to working with. Two people I enjoyed working with and it made me feel like they were abandoning me, and not just our front end and store.
I know that’s not the case. At least I’m pretty sure because they did not communicate with me. I wish they had. One of if them called in I was disappointed. But then I learned they both called in…
Let’s just say the stress of the last several months, and basically year, have really weighed down on me and I might have gotten emotional. I hid it well, at least the angry crying part, and managed to put my sore and damaged feet down (gently) and say, mostly to myself “screw this figurative ‘schtuff’, I deserve more.”
Management had been scheduling me full time and boarder line full time hours for ages, and more so during the Pandemic (crapdangit more like), and I worked it all—except for my two week leave—without fail. I might not have been as good at it as others in certain people’s eyes, but I did it.
So I resolved to ask my manager, first personnel then store manger, for full time.
In the eleven years I’ve been working at (REDACTED) I’ve always been part-time. I’ve worked full time hours on many occasions. More so since getting my current position and let me tell you this has been a rocky road. I’d rather have the ice cream. But I’d been asked about it before and I said that I didn’t want more hours away from my child and family and on my feet.
But since I’m getting that any way and I have been there, doing the job as best as I could, I thought I deserved it. Not the hours, I already have those. I’m talking PERKS!
I had the conversation with my manager and I came out of it, with a “I can’t make any promises” but also with confidence that he actually felt I deserved for the possibility to be looked into.
I’m not getting my hopes up, even if I think I’ve been seen as a worthy person, by at least one other human. Whether no one else does.
But I will also be keeping my options open.
And I’ve learned a lot lately.
1. Open your mouth for what you want or risk never getting it. 2. Faith and hope in another human being is about as valuable as a water logged wooden nickel (IT TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO SPELL NICKEL RIGHT). 3. I can make anything work. No matter how putrid the flaming dumpster fire I’m given.
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According to my very brief research (History.com (it’s not just aliens)) Memorial Day is said you have started in Waterloo, New York, because it hosted an annual event where citizens decorated graves.
Did you know that because of the Civil War—the greatest loss of human life in human history—is the reason for national cemeteries? They were created because of those lost in the civil war. Before the end of the same decade that the civil war ended (1865) people began holding springtime gatherings where they would go about decorating these graves and reciting prayers. And some records showed that one of the first memorial celebrations was initiated by a group of freed slaves less than a month after the confederacy surrendered (it honestly took me a second to remember how to spell surrendered).
Memorial Day was originally called decoration day and was first held on May 30th, 1868 in Waterloo, New York. it was devalued in order to commemorate the lives lost in the Civil War.
Eventually it became about memorializing all lives lost in war.
My point is, when people talk (mostly post on Facebook) that others think Memorial Day is all about drinking and grilling and partying but instead it’s about honoring the fallen. But those same people go buy flowers for their non-soldier family member who didn’t die in a war.
Just like Christmas, which was originally about the celebration of the birth of Christ, and had become (for my family for sure) a celebration of each other and giving gifts to those you love to show you care. We never stop and think, baby Jesus was born today so we’ll give each other gifts and gorge in turkey and taters.
And thanksgiving. Oh Thanksgiving. It was about celebrating how Native Americans helped new Americans establish themselves and eat together. But then they attacked them or something. Hold on. Cultural Appropriation. Football teams using images of Native Americans or “indians” as their mascot, “Braves” baseball team. People dressing like Native Americans and headdresses.
My family never celebrated Thanksgiving with thoughts of Pilgrims and Indians. As a kid: TURKEYYYYY As an adult: I get to see my family AND TURKEYYYYYYY.
So let everyone celebrate how they wanna celebrate. And don’t judge my ridiculous post. I woke up with the idea to write this.
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My 2 week unpaid leave from work due to Covid-19 is almost over. Tomorrow is the last day I have to call in for it, the next day is a normal day off for me, and I’ll be back on Tuesday. My feet and ankles are already hurting in anticipation.
I’ve left the house—meaning my driveway—three times in two weeks. I’ve been outside in the yard and on the porch, but I’ve only been further three times. All three times were to my Mother-In-Law’s. We will probably be going tomorrow as well.
In all honesty I’d prefer to stay home. I’d have loved to not left the house AT ALL. But it’s good for the kid to get out, even if it’s only to the same place. In fact, she’s not been anywhere besides home since the first week of March. Two MONTHS. I’m not sure I could have done two months.
I will be glad to get back to work, though I’m unsure of what I’ll be going back too. Have they realized they don’t need me after all and they’ll let me go? How many new people have they hired in order to fill empty spots? Will they speak to me? How many licks does it really take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
I’m sure it’ll be fine. My self-depreciation and paranoia are really the only reasons why I think everyone hates me or is generally indifferent. Not that they’d tell me, to be honest.
Anyway, I’m just happy I got my kid to sleep BEFORE 1am.
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Reasons Why this Leave is BAD
1. My and my child’s sleep schedule are WAY out of wack.
2. I forget what day it is.
3. It’s simultaneously dragged on and flown by.
4. Who is me?
5. I’ve done absolutely nothing (except TRY to teach my child. And play Sims).
6. I’ve gained weight. I WAS ALREADY MORBIDLY OBESE. (I actually miss the gym)
7. The people I thought were my friends haven’t tried to contact me. But then I’m not trying to contact them.
8. I haven’t left my house but twice in a week. Wait that’s a good thing haha.
8. I have to make sure to start my car up every few days or it’ll go into a coma.
9. I’m on Facebook and YouTube way more than before.
10. Haven’t even attempted to clean my kid’s room.
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As some of you may know, I graduated with a bachelors in elementary education. I also currently work in retail.
I have gone through “phases” over the years, usually during back-to-school, but where I really wanted to get back into education and teach in a classroom. Well, I always want to, it’s just stronger and sometimes I try harder, especially if I’ve had a rough go of my current employment.
I’ve been in and out of a phase lately, and I ordered a book to help me study for one of the tests if need to take to renew my papers. It’s a long story.
I also decided, a few days ago, to take the unpaid leave offered by my employer to people who are afraid to risk exposer to Covid-19. I did this because of the risk to my 5 year old, but also because being quarantined and isolated from all the people she got used to in daycare, not to mention the lack of structure, has begun to show a negative effect on her.
You wouldn’t think that a 5 year old would begin to become anxious and depressed, but yep. They can. And she is showing signs. So I took leave, not only to protect her and those around us (my sister was bringing her kids to my home so she could watch mine two days a week, exposing them to what I might bring in) but to ensure she is not losing her mind or missing out.
Therefore I’ve taken it upon myself to not only make her a schedule, but to provide learning and lessons. A child in public school in my state has access to NTI work provided by the county school system. She was only in daycare (due to start public school in the fall). While he teacher in daycare provided some work, no one knew daycare would still be shut down almost two months later.
The point I’m attempting to make here, before this post reaches novel length, is that I’m enjoying the glimpse into what it might be like to teach. Although I’m still rusty on lesson planning, still unprepared, I’m enjoying it.
I miss education terribly. I’d love the opportunity to be back in a classroom. I know I wouldn’t be worth a plug nickel thirteen years later. But a girl can dream, right?
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