In Which Amy Is Thankful... (Myspace Blog)

I have so much to be grateful for.

And while I do not agree with the historical reasoning behind this day, (namely the repression of the Native American people by the White colonists in order to promote the colonial way of life over that of the Native peoples) it is a good opportunity for me to take the time to be concious about those things in my life that make me rich.

My life is beautiful. I am so grateful to be alive right now, today, in this moment... and I am as grateful for all the moments that I have passed through as I am for all the moments that I have left in my life. I want to remember to live them consciously - treading lightly upon the Earth and making the world a more concious place for the people, plants, and animals on it.

I am grateful for my children and my family - both the ones I birthed and didn't, the ones I chose and that chose me, the ones I see and I don't, and the ones who are here now and the ones who have passed. I love my family with every fiber of my being - and I am who I am because of them. No matter the situation, no matter how difficult things are, I want to stay aware of how much I love them, and how little I would want to trade them for someone else.

I love my career, my choice in life paths. The idea of critical thought, conciousness, and its incorporation into teaching and the social issues of our times are fundamentally exciting to me - and I am blessed to have the opportunity to pursue them in my schooling and career.

Even having the opportunity for school is a blessing - so many never have it, so many are doomed by their colour, their race, their class status, and sometimes even by their own choice to live lives that never look outside of their very narrow sight. I am thankful for the opportunity to look past my own opinions, and the desire to do so.

I am grateful for my house, my animals, my materialistic things. While they are simply materials, and I could exist without them, I am still grateful for their presence.

I am grateful for the people who love me, both near and far. I am grateful for new beginnings, for possibilities that I never expected. I am grateful for those who seek to find out who I am - for friends, loves, and colleagues that understand me and push me to become more of the person that I think that I might become. I am thankful for my health, my age, my youth, my experience, my wisdom (or lack thereof). I am grateful for mistakes that I made and continue to make.

I am grateful for games and meditation and running shoes and June Bugs. (even though I hate them so) I am grateful for the moon and evolution and the statues on Easter Island. I am grateful for the sharks and tape worms and strawberries and sweet cream. I am grateful for always having a home to go back to. I am grateful for warm blankets on cold nights, small people that climb in bed and stick their cold feet between my knees, teenage angst, hot words that light fires in my soul.

I am so so very grateful for every moment of my life - all the ups and downs and the roller coaster to get between them. I want so much to be an agent for conciousness in the world around me... and I am so grateful for my desire to do so and the chance.

I am grateful for everyone of you that reads this... and I hope that it makes you take a moment to think on and stay concious of those things that you are grateful for in your life, also.

In Which Amy is Sick... (Myspace Blog)

Being sick sucks.

Lying in bed feeling miserable (or in this case, in the bathroom feeling miserable), nothing to do but remember how awful you feel...thinking about all the things that you should be doing but instead you are stuck too sick to manage to move.

Being sick sucks.

Luckily, this semester has been mild as far as my encounters with being sick. A cold earlier in the semester, this stomach bug (though NASTY) only lasting 2 days. That's not at all bad compared to the semester that I spent the whole time sick, never actually getting any better until January.

But that doesn't make being sick any less sucky.

Mi hija was kind enough to pass this one on to me... and now she has it again. But I've decided that I have done my time, I won't end up with it for another round... I had it so bad that I've built up immunities, baby! Yeah!

Besides, it is a holiday week. I can't get sick... I want to go home and spend time with my family... Anna is cooking. :) Jimmy and Erin are coming home. Maybe Bethy too.

Being sick would suck.

In Which Amy Eats... (Myspace Blog)

Food... I love food. Yummy crunchy food, soft food, sour food, liquid food... I really really love food.

But there are a few foods that are the super-est yummiest most best-est foods ever.

Mexican food, for example. Crunchy chip in spicy salsa with creamy sour cream and guacamole... menudo con limon with tons of cebolla, flautas filled with chicken so yummy that your mouth waters... enchiladas smothered in green chile grown in hatch, with an egg on top... Oh mexican food is so good. I love mexican food.

And chinese food - oh, yum yum yum - lo mein noodles eaten with chop sticks... kung pao shrimp with crunchy peanuts in its delightful spicy sauce... rice rice rice - sticky steamed rice that is like heaven, and fried rice with the peas and carrots and randome chunks of egg... fortune cookies that HAVE to be read with 'between the sheets' following, and those super sticky super sweet super yummy candies that you can eat the paper on... So So yummy.

I am telling you all this not because I am hungry. Actually, my tumbly is not rumbly at all... but full of frijoles, spanish rice, and horchata. (Ooo... horchata - arroz con leche in a glass with sprinkles of cinnamon... yum) I think I just needed to take a moment to talk about food.

There are so many yummy types of food, that I'm not sure that I have a favourite. All food is my favourite. All food, that is, except for hot dogs and bologna. According to Amy's world dictionary, hot dogs and bologna are not food. They are pig lips and cockroach legs. Ew. Not for me. I admit to having a prejudice against them. I am racist against all classes of food that involve pig lips and cockroaches. And I don't really like pork, either, but I don't hate it with the passion that I reserve for hot dogs and bologna.

There are so many types of food in the world to try... curry, for example. I have never had curry. Or swedish food. Or hugarian food. Or iranian food. Maybe I should travel around the world simply to try all the different kinds of food...

But wait. If I did that, I would have to try things like monkey brains and maggots and rocky mountain oysters. Hmm... no. Never mind. I don't want to eat those.

In Which Amy has a Productive Day... (Myspace Blog)

Sometimes you have one of those days that amazes you.

Today was one of those days for me. I got so much done... 2 papers, work on a final for another class, stuff around the house, babysitting for a friend.

It is only 7:40 and all I have left to do for the night is post this blog and run.

Ah... running... I have been into that lately.

So, yay for me and my 30 second blog... and my running shoes. They are calling my name.