Saturday Morning

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt:  “Me Time.”

Today is a cold, cloudy, rainy Saturday morning in Central Texas, as it has been many days recently. After a pretty good night sleep, Boyfriend and I woke up about 8:45AM, brushed our teeth, said hello to our cat, made up the bed and then munched on the delicious double chocolate peanut butter chip cookies Boyfriend made yesterday while we drank our coffee. We were then both on our laptops, with boyfriend working on videos for his website as I read news and write my blog. Brunch in the form of scrambled eggs came a little before noon. Other than the cat trying to eat our blinds and having to throw out dead plants, this has been a very typical, relaxed Saturday morning thus far, especially given the cold and dreariness of this winter season. We are both tired of the dreary weather, anxiously awaiting consistent sunshine and temperatures above 50 degrees Celsius.

Our Saturdays will change when the weather is better, depending on how we are feeling and what we need to get done that weekend. Sometimes we will get up and get dressed, pack a cooler, grab breakfast in the big city or visit a farmer’s market when it is nicer and warmer outside. Other times we will eat, run our errands and place tennis at the local university. If broken-down bodies and a busy work week have caught up to us, Boyfriend and I may lay by the pool in the sun, take a walk in the nearby park to see the turtles and geese, or just take a drive with good music and the sun shining down on us. Boy, I can’t wait for winter to be over!

© 2015 blogdaysofchrell

CLONE WARS

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”

I remember watching the Michael Keaton movie, “Multplicity” several years, and that was my first thought upon reading this prompt today. Rather than climb my soapbox to get into the political and ethical complexities of cloning and GMO’s, I will do my best to stick to the topic. Multiplicity

Getting back to the movie, I believe the character ends up with 3 clones, which cause lots problems and make for a great comedy. The character, Doug, meets a scientist who has a clone and decides that he will get a clone to help him out at work. Each clone continues to look like him but appears to exhibit different facets of his personality. I think one clone would be enough for me, and I think I could definitely try to send the clone to work to deal with some of my difficult clients or make phone calls I don’t want to make. However, instead of making things easier for me, I would probably have to make a study guide for the clone, resulting in more work for me not less. Maybe I could just send the clone to do my laundry… or I could have the clone talk to my family on days they are arguing and I am ill-equipped mentally and emotionally to deal with the drama.

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Uh, oh, here comes the soapbox! I think having a clone would be ripe for criminals and other mischief-makers to use against people, you know, bait and switch, plausible deniability and other methods of manipulation. On this level, the idea of cloning scares me, especially in the realm of trans-humanism, merging animals and humans with machines. While this used to be the subject matter or sci-fi books and movies, the technology is moving quickly toward anything and everything becoming a reality, unfortunately. This make me think of the clone army in the Star wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones,  and other movies such Robocop, Demolition Man and Total Recall, among other movies and TV shows.

On a lighter note, we have all joked about having a clone at some point in time, as there are only so many hours in the day and many duties to complete. Anyone with a 40-hour work week and a commute knows the difficulties of getting everything done on the weekend and in the few available morning or evening hours, depending on your schedule. I imagine that this could be an attractive people with children, as your clone could play or cook dinner while you catch a nap! You could have your clone cutting the grass, while you are at the park playing Frisbee.

Although a clone might be fun for awhile, I like to know what going on and realize that I am responsible for my job, my family and my obligations, so a clone would not reduce my stress. Maybe I can just teach my cat to clean the apartment!

© 2015 blogdaysofchrell

Back In Time

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”There are a few things that take me back in time, among them, are cucumbers and “black cows”. It sounds weird, I know, but cucumbers take me back to visits with my paternal grandparents on the northside of Chicago. Because we lived an hour away, my parents, my brother and I would trek north about once a month to visit Grandma and Grandpa, usually on a Sunday.  I liked to help Grandma in the kitchen while she prepared the meal by washing and cutting vegetables, setting the table and getting beverage of water or coffee for the rest of the family. She would often make something hardy, such as a roast or homemade beef stew. Grandma would also make a small salad as a side dish, and we would both snack on cucumbers as we got everything ready. Sometimes she would set aside an extra cucumber so it would be left for the salad because we had gotten hungry!After the meal, while Grandma would rest a little, Grandpa would come up with little games to play with my brother and I, we might walk to the corner store for the newspaper, or he would let me bang on his typewriter while wearing his hat, which was cross between a fedora and a panama straw hat. He would laugh while we took turns dancing around with his cane and took silly photographs with his camera. We, as a family, would then indulge in root beer floats, which my grandpa called “black cows.” My grandma and Grandpa would always send us off with a few small treats, a book or maybe an article of clothing, and my Grandpa would give my brother and I each a few dollars and tell us to hold on to our “mad money.” There was always a little family drama, but those were some of the best times!

© 2015 blogdaysofchrell

Teacher’s Pet

In response to The Daily Prompt: “Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?”

Although I had several teachers that had a negative impact on my life by ignoring the teasing I endured in my younger years, I had several wonderful high school teachers. Mr. Nunn was my favorite.

Mr. Nunn was the Psychology/Sociology teacher, Girl’s Basketball Coach, and teacher representative for the Local School Council at my high school. He had a colorful, outgoing personality, spoke with a southern drawl, and was often well-dressed in a suit with a complimentary tie.  Purple was one of his favorite colors. Everyone knew and liked Mr. Nunn, and his students recommended his class year after. When it came time for me to register for senior year classes, it was a no-brainer to sign up for Mr. Nunn’s Intro to Psychology and Sociology.

Not only was Mr. Nunn a dynamic instructor, he was great role model to me and the other students. He was on time, always prepared, involved in the community and a compassionate person. I would often see Mr. Nunn talking to students in need of advice, tutoring or asking him to sponsor a school activity. I learned a lot in that class and I enjoyed it. I was nice to have teacher that really wanted to be there and seemed to look forward to sharing his knowledge with his students.

When I returned home from college the summer after my sophomore year, I returned to my high during their last 4 weeks of class to complete some observation hours. I was thrilled when I was given permission to observe Mr. Nunn’s two psychology/sociology classes as part of my observation schedule. It was then that I realized just how hard Mr. Nunn worked and how much of his life was devoted to my high school. I spent extra hours helping record grades, score IQ tests, and edit and grade the final exam. He was such a dependable person that he was often the go-to person for a committee or student sponsored group or other duties, and he became overwhelmed with many tasks and limited time. It appeared that as Mr. Nunn got older, his hard work caught up to him and took a toll on his health, but he still kept a smile on his face and was kind to students and teachers alike.  

When it came time to choose a major, I chose psychology because Mr. Nunn had so peaked my interest that I was already halfway to a psychology degree.  There were times in those classes that I wished my instructors offered a sliver of Mr. Nunn’s exuberance and that they had a fraction of his commitment to helping students grasp the subject matter.

I was very sad a few years later to hear that Mr. Nunn died from cancer, I felt fortunate to have given back to someone who had given so much to others. I later met two people just as committed to teaching and mentoring youth that reminded me of Mr. Nunn, the Assistant Deputy Commission of Family and Supportive Services who was instrumental in the youth program my previous employer was partnered with and my program manager of seven years. I tried to keep in mind their mindset of “do no harm”, as I was sometimes the only positive adult that a youth had listening to them and trying to guide them in the right direction.

Thank you, Mr. Nunn for making a lasting, positive impact on me and many others!

© 2015 blogdaysofchrell

Playlist of the Week

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt for 01/31/15: “Tell us how your week went by putting together a playlist of five songs that represent it.”

I had a busy, tiring week, during which, I got much accomplished. After a series of busy work weeks, I saw the clients I needed to see and did most of the paperwork that needed to be done. I am almost caught up! On the home front, I started reading a new book, I wrote down a few future blog ideas, and got some laundry done. Boyfriend is the resident chef, I am the clean-up crew, and he made a wonderful soup on which we feasted for 3 days. All in all it was a good week with a few peaks and valleys. I chose my playlist to represent the range of emotions and situations I experienced, including various genres and songs both current and classic.

  1. Alright by Darius Rucker– This song reminds me that Boyfriend is there through the good, bad and everything else. As long we have each other, it’s alright!
  2. The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars– Being that I am not a morning person, I often don’t want to get up. Mondays are hard because it means the weekend is over. On other days, the reasons vary but, nonetheless, I was champ and got up and went to work.
  3. So What’cha Want by The Beastie BoysThis is a favorite of mine, and I don’t think you can go wrong with The Beastie Boys. On a rough day, though, I do feel like saying, “What’cha want?”
  4.  Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles– One of my favorite Beatles’ song, it came to mind when there were a few nice, sunny days before the weather returned to cold and rain this weekend. I enjoyed a few moments in the sun while walking on my lunch break, and I know our cat enjoyed the sun peaking through the windows.
  5. Did My Time by Korn– This is one of my go-to bands, whether I am anger, exercising or needing music with energy. Korn has a wide variety of songs to fit the mood. Sometimes I do question decisions I have made and I struggle to do my best with the challenges life throws at me. All I can do is try must best, and then try again and again.

This play list is a pretty good example of the range of music I listen to regularly, and I really like each song. I hope you enjoy them!

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