Yes, I am indeed obsessed about organizing things in my life and even in other people's lives. I hate losing things. I got the item for a reason and if I can't find it when I need it, there wasn't much point that at all and simply becomes a waste. I can't stand waste. I like purpose but there is a paradox that I adore of sometimes the purpose of something is not to have a purpose. I can't explain it except to say it works in my head. I guess it's kind of a reminder that nothing in life is perfect and it's also a good reminder to sometimes relax.
I spent the last few weeks creating a household binder. I can't believe I never stumbled on this idea before. I love keeping all relevant information on the household all in one spot. Important contact information is within easy reach and things that impact our living situations such as grocery shopping and coupons are also ready to be used.
http://organizedhome.com/household-notebook/whats-household-notebook
If you haven't already done this I completely suggest it. I have my Ipad2 and still use it everyday, all day but let's face it, there are still something that need to be on ink and paper.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Cold cold
It's definitely winter. For the past week the average temperature has been about 15 degrees. There's snow on the ground. On a personal level, I have a cold and with how low the temps have been, that's not changing any time soon. It's a snow day for the district so that's nice. That's all I got. I'll have more next week, when I'm more able to breathe through my nose without using up an entire tissue box.
(I only wish this were my tissue box.)
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Creative Crafting
I love creating. I revel coming up with an ideas then mulling it over so that a rough idea gets smoothed over into a workable plan. I relish gathering items from buying on a budget or by re-purposing old items. I get excited in sharing my plans and getting others involved. It really gives me joy to be working on a project and to finish is even better. It's why I have so many interests and hobbies from reading, writing, crocheting, gaming, painting and general arts and crafts.
I figure I do so much that I might as well try to go the next step and actually sell some of my stuff. I'm hoping that once I get a stock pile going that I can actually create an Etsy shop. I've got some ideas for great gaming home goods such as afghans and pillows. I don't want to give away too much as I don't want someone to accidentally stumble upon this and take my idea for their own. Besides, I need to work up more ideas. Whether it sells or not, the items I'll make can still be great gifts! Actually that's how this idea popped up. I had made a gift for a friend, which ended up being free advertising as another friend decided that he'd be willing to pay for something similar. I figure why not? I'll have fun either way.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Rights to dream about
Yesterday was Martin Luther King Day and I suppose I should have a post about civil rights but I feel that enough of my past posts should give away my feelings about the subject. For this post, I want to focus on another type of right that I feel everyone should have and that is of healthcare.
Our healthcare system is a complete mess. While one procedure might cost this amount in one hospital, the price might be skyrocketed compared to another hospital. Healthcare is unfortunately a private business and in my opinion, it should be government regulated. Equal care for all is the way to go. If you got the money and you want perks in your hospital stay, I say pay your way but there should be a bottom line cost that should be equal for all. Insurance should be at a base rate that again if you have the money and you want more perks you're free to pay for more but the basics should be the same for all and not cost an arm and leg to receive.
Simple idea but insane to put into practice, I know. The Affordable Healthcare Act is just a bandage on a damaged system. No one understands it and the level of cooperation between local, state and government just leaves everyone in chaos to what needs to be done. My personal experience in trying to get any type of information was hellacious and that's putting it lightly. Seriously the runaround I got was completely and utterly ridiculous. I say wipe the entire system down and start afresh but there's no way that will happen with the amount of money that health insurance companies are currently collecting.
But this is just my opinion and but this is my blog and I'm allowed to share my opinion.
Our healthcare system is a complete mess. While one procedure might cost this amount in one hospital, the price might be skyrocketed compared to another hospital. Healthcare is unfortunately a private business and in my opinion, it should be government regulated. Equal care for all is the way to go. If you got the money and you want perks in your hospital stay, I say pay your way but there should be a bottom line cost that should be equal for all. Insurance should be at a base rate that again if you have the money and you want more perks you're free to pay for more but the basics should be the same for all and not cost an arm and leg to receive.
Simple idea but insane to put into practice, I know. The Affordable Healthcare Act is just a bandage on a damaged system. No one understands it and the level of cooperation between local, state and government just leaves everyone in chaos to what needs to be done. My personal experience in trying to get any type of information was hellacious and that's putting it lightly. Seriously the runaround I got was completely and utterly ridiculous. I say wipe the entire system down and start afresh but there's no way that will happen with the amount of money that health insurance companies are currently collecting.
But this is just my opinion and but this is my blog and I'm allowed to share my opinion.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
It's January again, a sort of Monday
January has become my least favorite month. When you think about it, there's almost a sense of logic to that idea. After all, what is everyone's least favorite day of the week? It's Monday, of course, the first day of the week and January is the first month of the year. There is that bit of a correlation, even if there really isn't all that much practical logic to the situation but when one is speaking of emotions, there never really is any logic to things, is there? It's not as if I have a personal problem with the month of January but it does seem like it's out to get me.
Last January was a mess to say the least. It was snow fall after snow fall and power outages to make things even more difficult, not to mention the personal business of losing a loved one in the most unexpected way with petty dramas on the side. This year doesn't seem to be going that much more different. The weather is terrible with below freezing temps and wind chills that take your breath away. While there is no current loss of a loved one, there is the threat of loss with the unexpected realization of the reclining health of a loved one and the situation just seems a bit too similar not to give one a sense of eerie foreboding. Also, that petty drama never seems to go away, no matter how often I avoid it.
I'm doing my best to hold onto positive thinking but it's difficult. Memories of last year are threatening to bleed over with the problems of this year and I'm having issues of holding onto my own emotions. When it gets bad, I take some deep breaths until I feel my pulse stops racing and then I keep going because I have no other choice except to continue but things don't stop. I'm praying things get better and all I can ask right now is any positive thoughts to be sent my way. I remind myself though, I can do it and I will do it.
Last January was a mess to say the least. It was snow fall after snow fall and power outages to make things even more difficult, not to mention the personal business of losing a loved one in the most unexpected way with petty dramas on the side. This year doesn't seem to be going that much more different. The weather is terrible with below freezing temps and wind chills that take your breath away. While there is no current loss of a loved one, there is the threat of loss with the unexpected realization of the reclining health of a loved one and the situation just seems a bit too similar not to give one a sense of eerie foreboding. Also, that petty drama never seems to go away, no matter how often I avoid it.
I'm doing my best to hold onto positive thinking but it's difficult. Memories of last year are threatening to bleed over with the problems of this year and I'm having issues of holding onto my own emotions. When it gets bad, I take some deep breaths until I feel my pulse stops racing and then I keep going because I have no other choice except to continue but things don't stop. I'm praying things get better and all I can ask right now is any positive thoughts to be sent my way. I remind myself though, I can do it and I will do it.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Aftermath of holidays
Halloween was over months ago. Thanksgiving was done weeks ago. Christmas was finished just yesterday. New Years Eve is tonight. For the first time, I'm glad the madness is over and I'm looking forward to the start of the new year.
This holiday seemed to really sneak up on me this year. Having a part time job really cut into time for those usual memory making traditions. As annual cycles go, it was not the best year for me personally. Too much bad stuff happened with the drama of loss of a significant family member and even the end of friendships for the betterment of myself but there was gain in family numbers with happy events and a birth which helped keep some emotional balance.
This holiday seemed to really sneak up on me this year. Having a part time job really cut into time for those usual memory making traditions. As annual cycles go, it was not the best year for me personally. Too much bad stuff happened with the drama of loss of a significant family member and even the end of friendships for the betterment of myself but there was gain in family numbers with happy events and a birth which helped keep some emotional balance.
The lesson of the year is simply a commitment to self and to those that I love. It's an affirmation that my instincts are good and that I do indeed need to stick to my guns. Saying no does not make me a bad person but in fact, it makes me a better person. Knowing where my limits lay and when to push them or not go beyond them helps keep me on an even keel, which in turns prevent emotional leakage over to innocent people around me and puts me in a productive attitude. Saying a permanent goodbye to certain people is sometimes a better option than continually exerting myself for those who won't or can't do the same for me. Keeping those same people at arm's length or further is not being mean. It is me sticking with the decision that I made with no regrets. Refusing to be manipulated back into those situations reinforce the strength of my character. Though others may feel lesser of me, I feel better about myself and I am the only one who is and should be living my life.
This new year coming up seems to be gearing up for another period of major downs but hopefully there will be enough ups to help balance things.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Colors of humanity
So racism is a big issue lately, but saying it that way is a fairly big understatement. Racism is a recurring issue but with recent events with police shootings and riots, it's become more prevalent as of lately. Racism should not be an issue. It should have never been an issue. I can't change the past but the present is being worked on and the future is a work in progress. Racism should not still be an issue.
I make jokes that I'm the token Asian of the group, that I'm Asian so I can fix your phone or that I know kung fu. The point is that they're jokes. It's my way of poking fun at stereotypes at how they make no sense. The truth of the matter is that I can't fix your phone any better than the white kid down the street or the black kid who lives on the other side of town. They likely know more than me, not because they're black or white or blue skinned. They might know more than me cause they just work in the Best Buy cell phone department. I don't know anymore kung fu than what I see on tv or in the movies. Keanu Reeves knows more kung fu than me. My husband is white so he glows in the dark. I can't lose him after the sun goes down. I love him, simple as that. I will keep making jokes like that because me saying those things don't matter. I don't care that I'm Asian. I don't care my husband is a white. I care that he laughs at my dumb jokes. I care that he supports me in whatever I do. I look at people for what they say. I base my feelings and thoughts on people on what they do to keep their word. People are jerks because they're jerks not because one's skin color is darker or lighter than the other person. People are nice because they go out of their way to help the people around them not because their skin is darker or lighter than another person.
As for the latest, white police officer who shot and killed a black person. I don't care that whether the police officer is white or whether he had green hair. I don't care whether the person who shot was black or pink skinned. My question is what happened. I want to know facts. I want to know what happened. I want to know how the person in question acted in a way that may have come across as aggressive. I want to know what the police officer has done on record of his actions that day that may need to be accounted for. It shouldn't matter what color their skin is or what shoes they're wearing. Maybe names and pictures should be left off record so that the events can focused on. Justice is blind until what happened is revealed and only then can justice be done.
It disgusts me that racism is still brought in as an issue that people still feel the need that it should be discussed. The questions of how did this person overcome so much despite the judgement on the color of their skin are inane. Why can't the question be based simply on the person's experience as a human being? What does it matter if one person is African American, Asian American, Native American or Caucasian American? What is so wrong with just being American? We all live in this country together. We all work in this country together. In fact, what does it matter that one person lives across the earth or just next door. We're all human. Whether you believe that God put us on this earth or we evolved from an undiscovered ancestor, we're here now. What does it matter what color their skin is? The question might as well be how did the color of their hair distract from their ability to do their best. It's pointless.
I make jokes that I'm the token Asian of the group, that I'm Asian so I can fix your phone or that I know kung fu. The point is that they're jokes. It's my way of poking fun at stereotypes at how they make no sense. The truth of the matter is that I can't fix your phone any better than the white kid down the street or the black kid who lives on the other side of town. They likely know more than me, not because they're black or white or blue skinned. They might know more than me cause they just work in the Best Buy cell phone department. I don't know anymore kung fu than what I see on tv or in the movies. Keanu Reeves knows more kung fu than me. My husband is white so he glows in the dark. I can't lose him after the sun goes down. I love him, simple as that. I will keep making jokes like that because me saying those things don't matter. I don't care that I'm Asian. I don't care my husband is a white. I care that he laughs at my dumb jokes. I care that he supports me in whatever I do. I look at people for what they say. I base my feelings and thoughts on people on what they do to keep their word. People are jerks because they're jerks not because one's skin color is darker or lighter than the other person. People are nice because they go out of their way to help the people around them not because their skin is darker or lighter than another person.
As for the latest, white police officer who shot and killed a black person. I don't care that whether the police officer is white or whether he had green hair. I don't care whether the person who shot was black or pink skinned. My question is what happened. I want to know facts. I want to know what happened. I want to know how the person in question acted in a way that may have come across as aggressive. I want to know what the police officer has done on record of his actions that day that may need to be accounted for. It shouldn't matter what color their skin is or what shoes they're wearing. Maybe names and pictures should be left off record so that the events can focused on. Justice is blind until what happened is revealed and only then can justice be done.
On the riots and protests that become violet, declaring your belief that something is wrong is a right. Destroying property and hurting others around you is wrong. Rioting does nothing except show that you have no control over your own emotions and that the social injustice you cry about means nothing as you give no justice to your own actions.
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