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Where the heck have I been?

I have been having a lot of fun over at myLot:

http://www.mylot.com/?ref=dawnald

I'm having as much fun over there as I was having when Yuwie first started. Right now I'm just not in the mood for Yuwie, sorry guys, and I'm sure I'll be back, but let me tell you about the lot.

Basically it's a discussion site.  You start a discussion, people reply to it, you reply to their discussions, etc.  There's every topic under the sun and something for everybody. 

Friends?  Yep, I've met some really nice people over there, nice as the ones here!

Money?  I make the minimum payout of $10 there almost every month.  I NEVER make the minimum at Yuwie in less than 3 months even with lots of active referrals.

Nothing against Yuwie, I'm still a fan.  But if you want to try something new and different, and see lots of your Yuwie pals over there as well as lots of new and interesting people from all over the world, check it out.

Don't feel obligated to use the referral link above either.   www.mylot.com

Posted: 10/22/2009 at 15:59Read 32 times | 6 comments | Leave Comment 
Kids are smart, funny too...

This morning Dearra asked me how much soldiers get paid. I told her, "not all that much." She was outraged. "Why? They fight and put their lives on the line." "I don't know, I just know it's relatively low." "Well, they should get paid as much as the President." Kids are smart.

Then we're driving to school and there's the usual running commentary about the musical selection, which is still Peter, Paul and Mary. Puff the Magic Dragon was playing. Dearra says, "what a dumb name, Puff. Of course he puffs. He's a dragon." So I said, "they could have named him Huff." Naomi says, "yeah so he can huff and puff and blow the house down?" I said, "no so he can huff and puff and burn the house down." Eye rolls all around...

Next song was 500 miles. "Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home." And Dearra wants to know what's with the infantile counting thing. So I told her, "they're counting the miles." "Yes, but what are they saying before that?" "Lord I'm"... "What kind of word is that? What does that mean?" "They're talking to God." "Huh?" "Lord is..." Loud interruption, "Ohhhhhh, Lord, I thought it was some kind of German word." "No, Dearra it's two English words, Lord and I'm... As opposed to Lore Dime"... This followed by other possible combinations until the next song started.

Then we got to the next song, Stewball. "Mom, why is it called Stewball?" "That's the horses name." "Why would somebody name a horse something like that?" "I don't know, maybe it's a reminder of where he'll end up if he doesn't win." More eye rolls.

This Peter, Paul and Mary stuff could keep us entertained for a long, long time...

 
 
 
Posted: 10/7/2009 at 11:23Read 27 times | 3 comments | Leave Comment 
The Ballad of Churchy the Tortoise - Another Cold Case Solved

We had this desert tortoise when I was growing up. We called him Churchy. Nobody remembers for certain, but we believe he was named after Winston Churchill. It was illegal to keep them, but somebody had found him on the side of the road and figured it wasn't safe there, took him and gave him to my mom. He lived in our backyard and we fed him lettuce and carrots and whatever plants were growing back there.

We had a hill in the back and Churchy had dug himself a burrow in there and when the weather got cold, he would sometimes disappear for days, maybe even weeks. I don't remember after all these years.

But one year, it was 1971, the year of the Sylmar earthquake, Churchy never came out. We thought perhaps his burrow had collapsed on top of him and buried him or that he had burrowed his way into somebody else's yard.

Fast forward to 2009 and I was asking my siblings if any of them remembered how the tortoise got his name. Nobody remembered for sure, but my sister told me that she knew the real story of what happened to him. And here it is in my sister's own words:

So everyone assumes he was in a burrow at the time of the earthquake and the burrow caved in and we lost him. Truth is, a few weeks earlier I had taken him to school for show and tell and gifted him to the teacher for the classroom. You can tell everyone, I don't care. It's a happier ending that what everyone thinks happened. I assume he had a very nice life: )

And everybody thought I was the only person in the family who did that sneaky stuff! Geez...

Case closed.

Posted: 9/30/2009 at 18:57Read 37 times | 3 comments | Leave Comment 
couple of fambly things and whatever

Dictionary

Richard taught Cary to use the dictionary today in typically male fashion. Cary was resisting, so Richard had him look up a word that Cary found to be particularly funny...

fart...

They came into the living room giggling hysterically and read the definition to us:

To expel intestinal gas through the anus; break wind.

Now I confess that when I was a kid, my siblings and I tried to look up as many forbidden words in the dictionary as we could possibly think of. "Fart" was actually the only one we found. The definition as I recall it was slightly different in my mom's dictionary:

An explosion between the legs.

Yep, you read it here first. The difference between a 1950's dictionary and a 1970's dictionary definition of fart. How times have changed.

From silly to gross:

Last night I made the kids turn off the TV during dinner. They were grumbling about it, so I started singing "you're a mean one Mr. Grinch". One of them immediately pointed out that I wasn't Mr. anything. So I started singing, "you don't have a weenie, you're a meanie Mrs. Grinch".

That's when Dearra nearly spit her food out all over the table. I pointed out that she should be happy we weren't having hotdogs. She managed to swallow somehow, went outside and pretended to scream

When she came into the house I started singing, "I shall scream" from the musical Oliver. So she told me I was insane and that she was going to start eating her food, glorious food. So I started singing, "Food, Glorious Food" also from Oliver. Coincidence huh?

My kids think I'm nutso.

I'm nutso.

Where are the squirrels?

(Mis)Interpreting song lyrics:

Music appreciation? Do you look at song lyrics and try and find deeper meaning in them? Well with this crowd, it's impossible.

I've mentioned before that the kids love the Herman's Hermits CD. They have their favorite songs and they have their not so favorite songs. Dearra isn't very fond of "No Milk Today", but she really hates "The End of the World". I guess she isn't really into "boo hoo my relationship is over" type of songs.

Anyway we were in the car today and "No Milk Today" came on. Dearra protested, so I did "evil mom" and moved it straight over to "The End of The World". That's when Richard and the twins started protesting "I liked that song" and "I want this song".

So I pulled rank. I moved it over to my favorite song, "Wonderful World".

We're listening and Dearra asks, "what does it mean, don't know much about science books". That's when Richard busted in and said, "it means I'm dumb but I love you."

hahahahahaha

 

Posted: 9/17/2009 at 15:16Read 60 times | 5 comments | Leave Comment 
Dawn is suffering from Yuwie apathy

Hi guys, sorry for not being around so much and thank you for your lovely comments and everything.  I am suffering from Yuwie apathy, I guess.  Two more of my very best friends have deleted their accounts here and I just haven't had the heart to get back on and be active.  I think I just need a break and then I'll be back in full force, or some capacity at least.  Please bear with me.  Hugs.  Dawn

Posted: 9/13/2009 at 11:27Read 68 times | 8 comments | Leave Comment 
From the silly to the gross

So I looking at my oldest and how tall she's getting and a silly poem popped into my head:

Dearra Rose
Dearra Rose
You're getting too tall
To see your toes.

She informed me that was stupid which inspired me to do two more:

Naomi S.
Naomi S.
When are you going to
Get dressed?

and

Cary A.
Cary A.
What are you going to
Do today.

That's when it took a weird turn, when the nose got a widdle bit drippy and I went into the bathroom and came out with a Kleenex and said:

Blowing my nose
Is not what I chose
But at least I didn't
Get snot on my toes.

And Dearra says, holding her foot in front of her face, "oh yeah Mom, people really blow their noses like this!"

And I said, "only the very talented ones."

And she said, "well I can't imagine their toes, all slimy and crusty. Yuck."

And on that exciting thought, I went upstairs to type this up and get ready for work...

Posted: 8/20/2009 at 11:18Read 81 times | 7 comments | Leave Comment 
Emotional Abuse is Insidious

From thefreedictionary.com:

in·sid·i·ous play_w2("I0162500")(n-sd-s)

adj.
1. Working or spreading harmfully in a subtle or stealthy manner: insidious rumors; an insidious disease.
2. Intended to entrap; treacherous: insidious misinformation.
3. Beguiling but harmful; alluring: insidious pleasures.

[From Latin nsidisus, from nsidiae, ambush, from nsidre, to sit upon, lie in wait for : in-, in, on; see in-2 sedre, to sit; see sed- in Indo-European roots.]
 
What is Emotional Abuse :

It is s combination of behaviors that are emotional rather than physical and that are used with the intention to control and dominate another human being.  Abusers use fear, humiliation, intimidation, guilt, coercion, manipulation etc.

Emotional abuse, like brain washing, wears away at the victim's self-confidence, sense of self-worth, trust in their own perceptions, etc. Constant berating and belittling, intimidation, or criticism disguised as "guidance," "teaching", or "advice," causes the recipient of the abuse to lose all sense of self and personal value. Research shows that emotional abuse creates scars that may be far deeper and more lasting that physical ones. The insults, insinuations, criticism and accusations slowly eat away at the victim's self-esteem until she is incapable of judging the situation realistically. She becomes so beaten down emotionally that she blames herself for the abuse and her self-esteem is so low that she clings to the abuser.

Examples of Emotional Abuse:

Unreasonable expectations - unreasonable demands that are never fulfilled no matter how hard you try.  Example: insisting that the person spend all their time with you and then complaining that they don't do enough.

Aggression - name calling, blaming, threatening, accusing, ordering around.  This can be more subtly disguised as "helping"  by offering advice and solutions where none are needed.  Examples: You're fat and nobody else would stay with you. 

Chaos - constantly causes conflict and is addicted to drama.

Denying - denying the other person's emotional needs, perceptions, memory of abusive events and viewpoint.  Examples: I never said that.  You're too sensitive.

Domination - insists on having things a certain way all the time. 

Emotional blackmail - plays on your emotions, compassion or values.  Examples: tries to make you feel guilty for something you did in the past.  Tells you how awful his life would be if you left.  Tells you divorce is wrong.

Invalidation - to reject, ignore, mock, judge or diminish the other person's feelings.  Examples: You shouldn't feel that way.  You're too dramatic.

Minimizing - questioning your emotional reaction to something.  Examples: You're too sensitive.  That's not important.

Unpredictable responses - drastic mood changes or emotional outbursts that are constantly putting you on edge.

Verbal assaults - name calling, blaming, screaming, threatening, criticizing you in front of other people.

Effects of Emotional Abuse:

Individuals who were emotionally abused as children often have not developed a healthy sense of self and are not fully capable of setting their own standards, developing their own viewpoints and validating their own feeling and perceptions.  These people often end up in abusive relationships as adults.

People in abusive relationships often struggle with feelings of powerlessness, hurt, fear, and anger and many abusers tend to struggle with these same feelings. Often abusers have been raised in emotionally abusive environments and they learn to be abusive as a way to cope with their own feelings of powerlessness, hurt , fear, and anger. Abusers may be attracted to people who see themselves as helpless or who have not learned to value their own feelings, perceptions, or viewpoints. This allows the abuser to feel more secure and in control, and avoid dealing with their own feelings, and self-perceptions.

Emotional abuse victims can become so convinced that they are worthless that they believe that no one else could want them. They stay in abusive situations because they believe they have nowhere else to go. Their ultimate fear is being all alone.

Understanding the pattern of your relationships is a first step toward change.  Understanding yourself is another.  If you tolerate disrespect from yourself (I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm worthless), it is more likely that you will also tolerate it from someone else.

Following are things people need in a healthy relationship:

  • The need for good will from the others.
  • The need for emotional support.
  • The need to be heard by the other and to be responded to with respect and acceptance
  • The need to have your own view, even if others have a different view.
  • The need to have your feelings and experience acknowledged as real.
  • The need to receive a sincere apology for any jokes or actions you find offensive.
  • The need for clear, honest and informative answers to questions about what affects you.
  • The need to for freedom from accusation, interrogation and blame.
  • The need to live free from criticism and judgment.
  • The need to have your work and your interests respected.
  • The need for encouragement.
  • The need for freedom from emotional and physical threat.
  • The need for freedom from from angry outburst and rage.
  • The need for freedom from labels which devalue you.
  • The need to be respectfully asked rather than ordered.
  • The need to have your final decisions accepted.
  • The need for privacy at times.

 On the other hand, people in abusive relationships often have the following characteristics:

  • Can only guess at what healthy behavior is.
  • Have trouble completing things
  • Lie when they don't need to. Lying might have been a survival tactic in the home. (She explains that perhaps the child learned from parents who lied to cover up problems or avoid conflict. Or simply to avoid harsh punishment, or to get needed attention. But as an adult, that tactic is no longer appropriate.)
  • Judge themselves without mercy.
  • Have trouble accepting compliments.
  • Often take responsibility for problems, but not successes.
  • Or they go to the other extreme and refuse to take any responsibility for mistakes while trying to take credit for the work of others.
  • Have trouble having fun since their childhoods were lost, stolen, repressed.
  • Take themselves very seriously or not seriously at all.
  • Have difficulty with intimate relationships.
  • Expect others to just "know what they want." (They can't express it because they were so often disappointed as children that they learned to stop asking for things.)
  • Over-react to things beyond their control.
  • Constantly seek approval & affirmation.
  • Feel different from others.
  • Are extremely loyal, even when facing overwhelming evidence that their loyalty is undeserved.
  • Are either super responsible or super irresponsible.
  • Tend to lock themselves into a course of action without giving serious consideration to alternative behaviors or possible consequences. (This impulsiveness leads to confusion, self-loathing, and loss of control over their environment. The result is they spend much energy blaming others, feeling victimized and cleaning up messes.)
  • Feelings of low self- esteem (they say as a result of being criticized.)
  • We perpetuate negative messages by judging ourselves and others harshly. We try to cover up our poor opinions of ourselves by being perfectionistic, controlling, contemptuous and gossipy.
  • We tend to isolate ourselves out of fear and we feel often uneasy around other people, especially authority figures.
  • We are desperate for love and approval and will do anything to make people like us. Not wanting to hurt others, we remain "loyal" in situations and relationships even when evidence indicates our loyalty is undeserved.
  • We are intimidated by angry people and personal criticism. This causes us to feel inadequate and insecure. (I would say it further adds to our feelings of inadequacy and insecurity.)
  • We continue to attract emotionally unavailable people with addictive personalities.
  • We live life as victims, blaming others for our circumstances, and are attracted to other victims (and people with power) as friends and lovers. We confuse love with pity and tend to "love" people we can pity and rescue. (And we confuse love with need)
  • We are either super-responsible or super-irresponsible. We take responsibility for solving others' problems or expect others to be responsible for solving ours. This enables us to avoid being responsible for our own lives and choices.
  • We feel guilty when we stand up for ourselves or act in our own best interests. We give in to others' needs and opinions instead of taking care of ourselves.
  • We deny, minimize or repress our feelings as a result of our traumatic childhoods. We are unaware of the impact that our inability to identify and express our feelings has had on our adult lives.
  • We are dependent personalities who are so terrified of rejection or abandonment that we tend to stay in situations or relationships that are harmful to us. Our fears and dependency stop us form ending unfulfilling relationships and prevent us from entering into fulfilling ones.
  • Denial, isolation, control, shame, and inappropriate guilt are legacies from our family of origin. As a result of these symptoms, we feel hopeless and helpless.
  • We have difficulty with intimacy, security, trust, and commitment in our relationships. Lacking clearly defined personal limits and boundaries, we become enmeshed in our partner's needs and emotions.
  • We tend to procrastinate and have difficulty following project through from beginning to end.
  • We have a strong need to be in control. We overreact to change things over which we have no control.

Emotional abuse not only affects you mentally but physically as well.  It is important to recognize the signs of emotional abuse in yourself and your relationships.  Only then can you take steps to change those things that it is within your power to change and move towards a happier, healthier life.

Most of this information was abridged or copied from http://eqi.org/eabuse1.htm.

There is also good information on the subject on:

http://www.drirene.com/verbal1.htm

http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/emotional-abuse-signs-and-symptoms.html

Posted: 8/9/2009 at 13:11Read 96 times | 7 comments | Leave Comment 
My Daughter is Funny and I am a Goofball

Dearra is funny:

We went to Lake Tahoe Sunay, met my dad and step-mom for lunch. It was the buffet at Harrah's casino and we lucked out. They seated us at a corner window table with a view of the mountains and the lake. My dad came back with a big old plate of meat and seafood. When he was off getting dessert, Dearra said, "how can Grandpa eat that much meat? His eyes must not be bigger than his stomach!"

Two people (so far) in the house with my sense of humor. Heaven help us.

And I am a Goofball:

This morning I was making sandwiches for the twins. Since they don't like the same thing on their sandwiches, I usually mark the sandwich bag with their initial. Well this morning inspiration struck and instead I wrote them each a poem

For Cary:

Roses are red.
Vampires are scary.
This little sandwich
Is only for Cary.

For Naomi:

Naomi's sandwich
Has no honey.
That's because she's
Sweet and funny.

Poor Dearra got left out of the fun because she didn't want a sandwich.

So when they saw them, Naomi gave me the "you're so weird look", but with a little smile too. And Cary kept reading his over and over again and giggling. Dearra gave me a look. I might have to try it on her next time I make her a sandwich just to see what she does. w00t

Want to see my card?

Posted: 8/4/2009 at 10:47Read 77 times | 8 comments | Leave Comment 
Translating from German into German or a Look into 1923

Two of my aunts have given me letters and copies of letters that were written to my great-grandfather in the 1920's.  He was a German immigrant and the letters are from people in Germany.  The thing is, prior to 1941 when a Nazi decree required the use of Roman scr i pt, German was written in a gothic scr i pt.  It's the same alphabet, but the appearance of some of the letters is quite different.   I was intending to find out if one of my mother-in-law's friends could read them, but I hadn't gotten around to it, and one of my aunts has been asking and asking.  So, since my German is pretty decent, I thought I'd give it a try myself before I went asking for help.

Everything's available on the internet, right?  So I went and Googled it and found plenty of examples of the old "Kurrentschrift" online.  I printed out several versions and got working on the letter that was easiest to read.  First I wanted to write the text out in German, the modern scr i pt, and then translate the text into English for my aunts.  Well let me tell you, the first page was torture.  Nothing was as it seemed and I had to look every letter up over and over and over again.  It took me hours just to do a few sentences.  But with a little help from Richard and a lot of perseverence, I was eventually able to read most of the letter straight through.  It probably took about 8 hours total, just for a four page letter, but I finally finished the first phase, getting the German straight, last night.

The letter was from a cousin of my great-grandfather.  Personal information I was able to discover is that his name was Friedrich Meyer and that he had a brother named August.  Interesting because my great-grandfather's name was August and he had a brother named Friedrich.  Tonight I'm going to pull out the family tree and see if I can figure out exactly how they were related.  At any rate, from the tone of the letter, it seems that they must have known each other personally before my great-grandfather left Germany.

I must say it was also a fascinating glimpse into history.  If you've read about those times, there was a period of rapid inflation in 1923.  Prices rose so rapidly that money was practically worthless.  In the letter he says that the price of postage to the US is about to rise to 1,000 marks, that milk costs 2,000 marks, butter costs 23,000 marks and a pound of American lard costs 20,000 marks.  He went to buy himself a pipe and had to pay over 250,000 marks. 

There was also a period from 1923 to 1925 where France and Belgium occupy the Ruhrgebiet in Germany after Germany fell behind paying agreed to reparations for World War I.  He mentions the occupation in his letter and talks about how difficult this makes things for his brother and mother who are going to be travelling through that area.  He also writes to ask about the possibility of finding out how he can come to America.

He's writing from a town called Marienburg, by the way.  Now there are many Marienburgs in Germany, but I happen to know that the family is from Prussia.  Marienburg, Prussia is now Malbork, Poland.  I don't know if he and his family ever made it to America, but I do know that if they were still in the same town in Germany, they would have been forced to leave after the war. 

Just to show you what I was up against, here is a picture of what the letters looked like:

Posted: 7/28/2009 at 11:07Read 85 times | 7 comments | Leave Comment 
Roses and Rhymes?

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Got no new funny

Stories for you!

 

Petting the cat.

Walking the dog.

Flat out of new ideas

For the blog.

 

Got an idea.

It's silly , no fear.

Please put all your

Silly poetry here.

 

So this is my silly poetry blog.  Come on by and leave a silly poem in the comments and lets see who can come up with the best one!  Or just read what everybody else did!

Posted: 7/17/2009 at 13:00Read 142 times | 18 comments | Leave Comment 
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