Apparently I Can't Support 125 Pounds.

As promised, here is the follow up blog to my aerial skills class (I also learned how to spell "aerial" correctly too!)

Really I should have Bryan type this because that is how sore my arms and hands are. Let me say that this experience was nothing like what I thought it would be. There was nothing wrong with what I went through today, but I guess I thought it would be different. By different, I mean that I thought I would be a natural.

So lets start from the beginning, because like the Sound of Music says, it's a very good place to start.

The class started at 1:00. For my own benefit, I decided to leave my place around noon because I am still not completely acquainted with Kansas City and still need the GPS to get around. The area that the class was held in can only be described as industrial. The Union Pacific Railroad passes right by the building where the class was being taught, so there really is no great way to find your way to the building.

I finally got to the front door, and there were 3 women about 40ish standing there wondering what to do. I told them that we are supposed to call the teacher when we get there so she can come down and get us. So I call and we wait in a very cold lobby until one of the instructors comes to get us. While we are waiting for the instructor to come downstairs, I kind of do a quick scan of the people I am waiting with. These women, like I said before, were probably about 40 and in good shape. They must have used the Groupon available and decided to come try aerial skills on this Saturday afternoon. The instructor showed up downstairs and told us to follow her. So we did. She then opens up some wooden gates and tells us to step into the freight elevator. I don't know about you, but freight elevators are not my first choice of ways to go from one floor to another. She must have noticed our uneasiness because she told us that the elevator is very well maintained and they have never had any problems with it before.

We get up to the top level of this alleged abandoned building, and it turns out that it is someones living loft. There are white Christmas lights dropping down from the ceiling, random knick knacks like mannequins, a prosthetic leg, and bikes hanging on walls or from the ceiling. Someone very eclectic lives here. That kind of makes sense seeing as how you are an instructor of aerial skills. Going further into the "classroom" (if you can call it that) you can see that there are a few people already practicing on the silks. It was neat to see what more experience people can do on the silks. After putting my purse down and taking off my shoes, I really started to look around. Remember in my previous blog where I questioned the safety of this activity? Would there be nets or mats or something to catch us if we fall. Guess what! All that would be catching us if we fell would be a wood floors with some throw rugs strung around. Of course, the good thing is that we would not be that high off the ground in this first class, but could you imagine being almost 20 ft off the ground and swinging around knowing that there is nothing to catch your fall?

There were about 9-10 people in the introductory class. One of the students in the class is actually an intern who has only been on staff for a few weeks, but she is there to help with the bigger classes. We started off by doing warm-up stretches. This consisted of a mix of yoga and pilates to strengthen your core. I am all good with yoga, but pilates? Not so much. I don't like to count and hold my breath and hold a pose at the same time. It is just something that is not interesting for me. So we warm up for about 5 minutes. The warm up was so intense in the pilates area of stretching that I was worn out just doing the warm-up!

After the warm up, we split ourselves up into different areas of the room. They had four silk ropes hanging from the ceiling spaced out in the room. Each silk has two ropes to hold. You can do exercises where you put the two ropes together, or you can use them seperately. The first exercise we did was to wrap the silks around our arms and let our hips fall forward. Then you just kind of sway in a circle. This is to help you get used to holding onto the silk and to feel what it is like to use the silks to hold yourself up.

The next step is to pull yourself up in between the silks kind of like a pull up. Have you done a pull up recently? Me either. I cannot pin point the last time I did a pull up, but I think it was in 5th grade. This did not help me feel great about being a natural aerial silks performer. I could not hold myself up to save my life! I would go to do a pull up and would fall right down to the floor. The instructor came up to me and said that if I could not do a pull up, then maybe I should try to just lift my feet off the floor and hang. So I did what I was told, but while I did that, I looked around and saw that the 40 year old women I had waited in the lobby with were able to not only pull themselves up in a pull up, but hold it for a while too. By this time, the intern (her name is TJ) came over to help me. She reassured me that she had problems doing the pull up too and it just takes practice.

Next we were to put the silks together and put them under our right armpit and hold ourselves that way too. Guess what?!?! It's not that I just couldn't pull myself up having one silk in each hand, but I also can't do it using my right side. THEN she wanted us to use our left side! Well if I could not pull myself up using my right side, I sure as heck could not pull myself up using my left side. TJ and I rotated doing the exercises and she would give me pointers on how to maybe help get myself up off the ground.

Then came the tricky stuff. Next we had to learn how to wrap the silks around our ankle and stand in the air using the silk. This is easy for some, but for people like me with small feet, it is actually pretty difficult. I can wrap the silk around my ankle fine, but only once because my foot is too small to keep the silk around my ankle. You are supposed to wrap the silk around your ankle, extend your leg that has the wrapped ankle in front of you, do not put any weight on that leg that is extended, and bring your left leg up so your foot goes in between the silks you are holding onto and your right foot that is wrapped. Then you take your right foot and stand on your left foot and then you have a little knot to stand on. Whew. This is a lot more difficult than it sounds. Like I said before, wrapping my foot is hard because my feet are so small so it cannot support all of the fabric, but also, I cannot fully extend my leg out in front of me. I have just never been able to do this. Well I finally did it right after about 15 tries and with the help of TJ.

After everyone had done as best they could to make the knot, we moved on to some of the fancy poses. We did things like stand up and fall between the silks like this girl.

Then we would move onto other poses like the following:

I couldn't do the pose here. It looks like the easiest one, but I have never been able to fall backwards voluntarily. Plus at this time, I was getting really worn out.

This may come as a surprise, but I could do all of these poses (of course not the last picture like I have already mentioned)! The only problem I had was getting my foot wrapped and locked. After you get by that part, you can really do anything. I should mention though, that TJ left me half way through the class, so I had the silk all to myself. This is not the best scenario though because I was not giving myself time to rest in between. The instructor came over when we were doing the last pose (last picture) and said I should probably stop because I had not let my body rest and was bordering getting an injury. So I stopped. It was also time for class to end, so it was not like I had to miss anything.

Over all, the class was good. The entire time I thought that it probably would not be a terrible idea to either loose some weight so I can pull myself up, or go and work harder on my upper body strength so I can pull myself up.

I have a few more classes before I decide whether this is something I would like to continue. Even if it is not something I will continue after my prepaid classes, it was a great time and I do not know too many people who have done this before. If this is something you would like to do, I would suggest really getting into shape before the first class. You really need to be able to hold your own weight and even be able to hold on to something for more than a few seconds at a time.

-Dusti

I'm Batman!

It has only taken about 3 months, but here I am, writing about my life and everything that has happened in it or just random thought about it. I would loooove to update you on everything going on or tell you about my particular opinions on different life issues, but I don't have time and cannot really get my thoughts together right now (maybe that has to do with listening to "Me and Julio Down By The School Yard" by Paul Simon while I write this? Such a good song).

What I am doing here is what I like to call "pre-writing". You see, tomorrow I start some Ariel Skills classes that I received as a Christmas/birthday present from Bryan and his family this year. You may be asking yourself "What is that?" Well it is this beautiful form of performance and exercise where you use silk ropes to pretty much dance in the air. I have enjoyed things like that since seeing Cirqu de Soleil in Las Vegas about 5 years ago. It is just so graceful and different that I automatically fell in love with it. However, I thought it was something you had to be highly trained in and you have to be from a country like Yugoslavia to be good at. Turns out there are two places here in Kansas City where you can take classes to learn this art. My friends Susannah and I decided that is something we would like to try, and Bryan must have picked up on it because this past holiday, he surprised me by signing me up for a few classes. So tomorrow is my very first class.

It might sound like I am super excited (because I am!), but deep down, I do have a few questions or general concerns. It has absolutely nothing to do with safety, but more to do with myself. Like right now, I wonder if I can even climb a rope. Honestly, I don't even remember having to climb a rope in elementary school. The other night I told Bryan that I probably good climb a rope if I really tried. You just put one hand on top of the other right? He brought me crashing down to reality when he reminded me that you also have to be able to pull yourself up. I haven't checked recently, but I am fairly sure I cannot life 125 pounds on any given day.

Also, if I do fall off of this "rope", what am I going to land on? Do they have a net? A pit of foam blocks? Cement? And, if I do fall, how am I supposed to fall? This question took up a good majority of my thoughts at work today. If you fall onto a net, do you let your butt hit first, your back? your front? Even though you probably are not falling on anything hard, could it hurt your tail-bone? OH! And when I am first doing this, am I harnessed into something or do they just let you climb and hope that your hands do no get too sweaty that you don't slide all the way to the ground?

Finally, the instructions that they send up before the classes mentions that you should bring a bottle of water "just in case." Just in case of what? Do people loose massive amounts of water doing this? Do they pee it out of fright of being so high or do they expect you to sweat that much while trying to climb a rope?

Hopefully all of these questions and more are answered tomorrow. I would not be surprised if they don't even let us on the rope tomorrow. Actually, I hope they do, and I hope that I am such a natural that they send me straight to Cirqu de Soleil. I don't know why God would make me 5'2 for any other reason.

Also, below is a video of the company I will be going through to learn these new skills. I will update you tomorrow and give a comparison between what I can do and what they do in the video.

-Dusti

Lovely Sunday

Currently, I am experiencing a Sunday that you really only see in movies. Sitting in a coffee shop (well Barnes & Noble, but close enough), writing a blog and looking out at the fall....well really looking at the mall parking lot. But still there are leaves outside our window, but that is because a man doing lawn care blew them over here. It is pleasant nevertheless.

Bryan and I have been having relaxing Sundays since we moved up here. It is nice to be able to stay in a new town over the weekend and try new things. For example, we went to the Plaza Art Fair a few weeks ago which was really great. They had a lot of art vendors and food lining the streets of the Country Club Plaza. It was one of the first cool days of fall which made it even better to be walking around. Then, today, as I type, we are sitting inside Barnes & Noble while Bryan studies for an exam on Monday and I write. We are listening to an orchestra play pop music covers and smelling the wonderful smell of coffee.

On the way to B&N, I took notice of people in other cars sitting at the stop light next to us. The car to our right had a man in a suit. Surely he had just come from church. People don't normally dress up on Sundays unless they are going to church or a Jewish wedding. That got me to thinking: If I noticed him in his suit, did he notice me in my "Not Everything In Kansas Is Flat" t-shirt? Would he wonder if I went to church while wearing this strategically placed saying on my shirt?

These thoughts somehow transported me back to my days at K-State taking a Religion and Culture anthropology class. The entire semester was focused on the idea of people being spiritual and religious. We did exercises where everyone would stand in the middle of the room and if you considered yourself more spiritual, you would move to one side of the room. If you considered yourself more religious, you would stand to the other side. If you did not know, you stood in the middle. Then we would move on to other topics like why you felt this way. Were you more liberal with your beliefs or pretty straightforward?

I had never thought about the difference between spirituality and being religious. To me, religion is going to church, having someone preach to you, and doing all the holidays in accordance with your beliefs. Spirituality to me is setting your own standard of what you believe in and practicing on your own. In my opinion, I am more spiritual than I am religious. I do incorporate some religion into my spirituality, but for the most part, I am looking just to feel good and not have a standard of what is right and what is wrong.

I know that there are people I am close to who might not agree with me, or might think I need to do more, but that is not what I believe. For example, when Bryan and I first moved up here, my mom would ask me repeatedly if we were going to find a church home. I would then explain that I do not believe that you need to go to church in order to have some kind of relationship with God. I did not mean this to insult her, but I just do not need organized religion to tell me what to do. Finally she stopped asking me, not because I am stubborn, but because I think she knew that this is what I wanted to do and maybe someday I would decide to go back to church. I don't have a problem with people going to church, it's just not something I need to feel like I am being a Christian.

When I was little, my family belonged to a church that my dad and granny had been going to since before I was born. My mom was raised in the Methodist church, and when she married my dad, she started going to the Church of Christ. This was a change for her, but one she accepted. We would not go every Sunday, but for the most part, we were regular attendees. Then some things happened and we ended up leaving the church. My granny stayed, but my mom, sister and I started going to Haysville Christian Church after my friend Austin invited me to a youth group outing. We found this to be our church home after everyone was so welcoming to us. My dad joined the church a little later. Soon we were involved with the church and it was really nice. My sister and I had our friends that we hung out with the most and my parents had found more adult friends. Plus we saved on gas because we were driving only about 3 miles from home instead of 45 minutes from home. My dad took a position as the adult-bible study teacher and my mom started planning groups with the other women of the church. Sonny and I were just old enough to help out with VBS which we found to be really fun.

As I moved on with my education and moved out of the house, I started taking my life into my hands. I felt free to do whatever I wanted to do. Church was not at the top of my list. I only lived about 30 minutes from home, but that is far enough to tell yourself that it is too long of a drive to go to church or I would work on Sunday mornings and study the rest of the day for school. When I did go home for a weekend visit, we would go to church and it felt good to be back. Then I moved to Manhattan, met my future husband, and now he was getting paid to go to church in Salina since he was the music director for that church. We would get up at 5:45 every Sunday morning to make an hour drive to Salina, spend the entire day there, and get home in time to finish whatever homework we had left to do. Most of the time it was really hard to get out of bed so early on the weekend. But then you meet all of the people within the church and you are glad you went.

While going to the United Methodist Church in Salina, I was asked to teach a 2nd-6th grade Sunday School class. I was hesitant at first because I am not a teacher. Then I met the kids and it became a little more enjoyable. However, I was teaching these kids from the very basics of the Bible. They had never had a Sunday School class before and had never learned anything about the Bible, so this was very difficult for me. I started with teaching them what the difference between a verse and chapter was and how to find different books of the Bible. When Bryan and I moved, the only thing I had really taught them that stuck was a song I had learned to memorize the books of the New Testament.

By the time I was teaching this class of young kids, I had come into my own thought on religion. I did not agree with everything that was in the Bible or some of the thinking that I was taught to believe. One of my biggest causes is equality for everyone including LGTB rights (which is quite obvious from my past posts). I also had been taught that people who did not believe had no moral values and were not people we should associate ourselves with. This sermon came from my parents church and it was after I had been married for almost a year. I guess I was just beside myself that someone would tell a group of people that people who do not believe or go to church had no morals or any place in our lives. This made my reasoning for being spiritual a little more evident. I know plenty of people who do not believe in a higher power or any power that know the difference between right and wrong. I did not think it was right for this preacher to tell people who they should befriend and who they should not. In church, aren't you taught to go and make disciples for Christ? How are you going to be that example if you don't have someone with a different belief in your life?

I am not saying that religion is bad, but I enjoy feeling free to think what I want and do what I want. I enjoy sleeping in until 9 or 10 a.m and going to art shows or book stores and not feeling bad for not going to church. I do not feel like religion is brainwashing, but I feel like sometimes you cannot have your own thought process.

Just to clarify, I feel like I should point out what I do believe:

1) I do believe in God. I enjoy praying, but I do not pray to have him produce a miracle for me. I pray to him kind of like how you would give a pep talk to yourself. I know that I can do everything, sometimes I just need to say it to get me going. I don't think he puts things in front of me by divine intervention. I think that when I talk to him, I realize that I can make things happen. I just want to be able to air my concerns. Kind of like when you talk to your best friend about the problems you are having. You don't want them to fix it for you, you just need to vent. That is what I do with God.

2) I believe in the power of prayer. I pray because I need to center myself again. I just need to focus, get my head back in order and do what I need to do to get things done. I feel like yoga is my prayer. I don't do yoga all the time, but the concept of calming yourself down and listening is my form of prayer.

3) Jesus. This is hard. I believe that he was alive. I came to my conclusion about Jesus after taking many classes dealing with religion. Once again, while at K-State, I took a History of Christianity class. My professor is very smart and educated in religion. He did not tell me what to think, but what we learned helped me form my opinion. We focused a lot on all the different saints and how they contributed to religion and how they are celebrated today. Obviously we did talk about Jesus and how he had an impact on religion. People called themselves Christians because they would listen to him teach, but Jesus did not enjoy having people call themselves Christians because he did not want people to follow him. He wanted people to learn about God. This really helped me come to my conclusion that Jesus was a man helping to get the word out on God. He was very good at teaching, but so was Paul. Why are they not on level playing fields if they did almost the same thing? Christmas to me is a celebration of family and the importance of being together.

4) Everyone knows what is right and wrong and I don't think that you need to go somewhere once or twice a week to have someone tell you this. I learned the first few times I was told what was right and what was wrong. I also have an opinion which sometimes people do not agree with, and that is fine, but they don't need to tell me just like I don't need to tell them what I believe. I can reassure myself whether what I am doing is right or wrong because I have a voice in my head that will make me feel guilty or make me feel good.

So to sum is all up, I believe that everyone knows what they need to do to get things done. I believe that having strength in yourself makes you stronger and sometimes you just need to meditate to get where you need to go. I believe in a personal relationship with God and in not having to go somewhere with others to make yourself feel good for a day. I believe in open minds and open hearts.

This was a tough blog to write because I know that there are people who read this who do not necessarily follow me constantly on here, and there are people who do. All of this just made my mind start churning when I saw that man in his suit.

Have a lovely Sunday!

-Dusti

THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

I am appalled. Absolutely aghast. Beside myself. Disappointed.

If anyone has been watching the news lately, via Internet or television, you have heard about the 5 suicides in the last 3 weeks of homosexual teenagers. All five of these precious people had been bullied or tormented in some way that they thought it was better to die than to go on living.

The ages of the boys range from 13 to 19. Most of the boys were bullied at school. One boy had his privacy completely invaded by his dorm roommate who thought it would be fun to secretly tape his private time with a webcam. None of these boys had done anything to harm their fellow classmates or anyone they lived with. They were completely innocent.

I do not care who you are, what you do or where you come from or even what you believe, but there is no excuse for tormenting someone because they are different from you. ANYONE who decides that they are better than someone else because of sexual preference, race, national origin or religious belief is completely ignorant.

There is a national campaign happening in America right now called "It Gets Better." This organization was developed to help those who have been teased or mocked for being gay, help get support. How sad is it that we have to have an organization dedicated to people giving support to people who love but love "the wrong people" because there is so much hate in our country that they cannot be proud of who they are? Being an alcoholic is a problem and that is why we have AA. Being gay is not a problem. We should not need support groups for LGBT people, but unfortunately, people cannot be open-minded enough to support them and their lifestyle.

To everyone out there having a problem accepting who you are or are being teased for being you, I encourage you to go to look up the videos on YouTube.com for "It Gets Better" videos. Not everyone is filled with hate. There are many people out there who love and support you. Watch the videos and know that life does get better. You can leave your abusers and find other to surround yourself who accept you for who you are. Be tough and keep your head held high.

I have never had a hard time with being teased so I do not know the torment that these people are going through, but if you are having a hard time, look in the mirror, be confident, throw on some glitter and know YOU ARE FIERCE!!

I love each and everyone of you.

If you need help finding glitter, I will put you in contact with my granny.

-Dusti

It is a great day to be an American and to know that you have more freedoms than most people do in some countries.

For instance, we have the freedom of religion, speech, and our right to choose. Even American women have more freedoms than women in certain countries who choose to degrade them because of their gender. We tend to look down on these people because it is different from ours and we just do not understand it. To the people practicing traditions or religions that we may not understand, their way of life is normal to them.

In recent days, it has been nationwide news that the state of California is over ruling the ban on gay marriage. Some people celebrated while others hissed and yelled that this was wrong. What I don't understand is why in a country so proud of their freedoms, we will not let EVERYONE be free. We pride ourselves on being equals, yet only some people are equal enough to be married. We are excited to show our affection to the ones we love, but they must be of the opposite gender. We take our full pages of newspapers to announce weddings, but only a male and female couple can pay for the ad space.

What is wrong with this picture? I'm not saying that we are like the countries that only let men vote or where women have to walk five feet behind a man. I am saying that if we are so proud of our freedom, why not let EVERYONE be free?

Marriage is not a something that should have been voted on. Marriage is showing the person that you love that you want to be with them forever. A judge cannot go up to a heterosexual couple and say "I give you permission to be married." He can officiate a wedding, but that is just showing that it is a legal, binding step. Some people I know are upset that the ruling was overturned because everyone had voted and they thought that the vote should stick. Did anyone vote to say if they could be married? Do we have to vote if they want to get divorced?

Honestly, there is nothing wrong with people of the same sex being married. It does not ruin the family structure. It does not degrade marriage. Nothing happens when two people of the same sex get married. Just because it is legal does not mean I am going to go out and marry a woman (obviously because I am heterosexual and already married). Also, many people say that they do not want to see homosexual couples showing their affection. Do you remember how I mentioned that we took out full page ads to announce how much we love someone? Do you hear anyone complaining about that? Plus, don't you think that a homosexual couple wants to see us displaying our affection? I don't want to hear how something is or is not "normal". The way I eat my M&M's is not normal and no one has a problem with that.

Then there is the argument about homosexual couples having babies. Some people argue that homosexual couples adopting or having a baby is not good because their needs to be both a male and female presence in a babies life. Hold the phone!!!! What about families where the parents are divorced and one or the other parents are not their to take care of the kids and neither parent gets remarried? How is that different? I know plenty of people who are raising their kids alone and their children turn out perfectly fine. Or what about the military families that have one member of the family gone for a year at a time? I know the person overseas will come back home, but what if the baby is in a crucial developmental time in their lives and they only have one parent to raise them? I support the armed forces, but that is not an ideal situation to be in either.

I have also heard that excuse that if a child grows up with two parents that are both male or female, they will tend to have the characteristics of those parents. Well aren't we all like that? However, you cannot contract homosexuality. It is not a choice, it is not learned. It just happens. I had a good friend in college who was gay and one night at work we were talking about how difficult it is to be gay in a small town. He was telling me some of his stories and I asked him "What do you think when someone asks you why you chose to be gay?" He said "That is crazy. Why would I choose to be something so many people hate?" Well said.

I know that my arguments are not strong, but I just want you to think about how groups of people feel when they are told that they cannot marry the one they love because they are just like you and me, only they love another man or woman. It is not fair, it is not right. We are not completely free until everyone is free to be who they are on the inside and out.

Until next time...

I Might Step On Your Toes....

Today there was a news story about a bus turning on its side in Wellsville, KS. 9 children were injured coming back from a church camp. After reading an article on MSNBC giving more information about the crash, I decided to read the comments that people could write regarding the article. I don't know why I read it (I can't even remember what made me remember that there was a comment section), but I read it anyway.

As I had predicted, before really getting into a plethora of the comments, there was a lot of discussion about God and why this happened. Some people were debating good and evil, some were debating about whether there is a God or not.

The comment that spurred the debate on good and evil stemmed from someone saying that they hoped the bus was from Westboro Baptist Church. They thought the church was in Wichita (which I felt a tinge of offense because he got the location wrong) until someone mentioned that the church was in Topeka and then laid into them about how no one should hope that children would be hurt. I don't think the original commenter meant for their quote to come off as wanting children (no matter where they are from) to be hurt, but his distaste for the things Westboro preaches. He said that they preach hate, which most people would find true.

Someone came along and said that the original commenter must not believe in God because he thinks that all churches teach hate. Well, that is not true either because clearly churches do not normally teach hate. The original commenter must have felt offended and probably just wanted to push everyone else's buttons because then a rant started about how God would not let something let that happen. This led to more people coming to the comment section and putting in their two cents about what goes on in churches, good/evil, what's real and what is not real.

This is where I might step on your toes. While reading this, I became very flustered when people stood on a soapbox when they expressed what they believed/thought. It made me a little sad that the comments had strayed away from feeling sad about what happened to these children, to being filled with their own hate from both sides. Maybe it is not so much hate, but more distaste for the other's point of view. People who did not believe in God were putting down those who did, and the people who did believe in God were saying those who did not were bad.

My take on this argument is right in the middle. If things were up to me, I would want everyone to just be quiet. I can understand both sides of the argument. No one wants to be told that they are "wrong" and everyone wants to be "right". There have been times where someone had told me something that I don't agree with, but I don't argue that I don't agree with them. Actually, that is a lie. I have had arguments with people that I have had a difference of opinion with, but I never told them they were wrong, I just told them that that is not something I would agree with.

Two weeks ago, NBC Nightly News had a report at the end of their telecast about how it was Ringo Starr's birthday. If you forgot who he is, he was the drummer of the world famous, British invasion, highly influential band, The Beatles. If you know me at all, you know that I love love love the Beatles. I was so happy to see this report because I have been very influenced by that band. I have seen their Cirque du Soleil production in Vegas TWICE, own movies based on their music, and get very excited when I hear their music. In fact, all their music was played during the dinner portion of our wedding reception.

While most of the Beatles have had controversial run-ins with the law (two being banned from two different countries), they stood for a lot of good. Two very important stances they took were on Love and Peace. They believed that love could make peace and peace could make love. I believe in both. When the nightly news was doing their story, they had a small interview with the now 70 (he does not look 70) Beatle. Ringo said that the only gift he wanted from fans that day was to say at noon "Peace and Love, Peace and Love". That is wonderful.

My version of peace and love is every accepting everyone regardless if you agree with them or not. However, there are gray areas to this thinking as well. I do not believe in agreeing with terrorists, people who hate, and racism. If someone planning on committing a crime were to tell me that they were going to commit a crime, I would try talking them out of it. If they decide that I was not convincing enough to keep them from committing the crime, then so be it. I would call the police, but that is all I could really do to help them. Anyway.

I was surprised that so many people could not just accept that someone might have a different opinion of them. We live in a world where everyone thinks they need to be right and if we don't agree with what they believe, than we are wrong. I was really sad that just because someone expressed their opinion, than they did not know God. Or if they did believe in God, they were small minded. I enjoy hearing people's opinions, and I think that all of these people had something in common without even realizing it. Both sides did not want to hear what the other had to say, and it made both sides mad. Why can't we realize that maybe we are all mad for the same reason? I have things that I believe and things I don't. There are days that I want to hear people's opinions, and days that I don't. I think we should all just state our peace, accept that someone may or may not believe it, and move on with our day. We should not continue so far into an argument to tell people that they are wrong and say mean things about them.

There are social things I believe in that some people do not agree with because of religious or personal reasons. For instance, I totally support gay marriage and people living a lifestyle different from my own. My take on peace and love helps me mold this opinion, plus I have many friends who are gay that I believe should have the same rights that I have. However, my upbringing would say that I am wrong. I grew up in a family that went to church where we were told that this is unnatural or wrong. I know that not all churches say this because now there are churches where there are homosexual preachers or churches that are with the LGBT Alliance. Regardless of what a church preaches, I still believe in gay marriage. If someone were to tell me that I was wrong and here are the reasons why, I would say "Well that is their opinion" and go about my day. If there was a ballot where you could vote on it, we obviously would not vote the same, but if they asked me why I felt so passionately about this, I would tell them. Never would I tell them that they are wrong, but I would try to maybe have them think about it in a different way. I also have views on feminist issues that are the same way. There are issues where I do not agree with my husband. We talk about them, but we never call each other names or say that each other is wrong. We have just learned to agree to disagree.

There are also the people that believe the same things I do, but they are so extreme that I have a hard time even talking to them. For instance, while writing this, Bill Mahr is on the Wanda Sykes Show doing a panel. Here is the thing about Bill Mahr, I tend to have the same thoughts he does, but he goes to an extreme where I cannot agree with him anymore. Or he makes people feel bad, which makes me feel bad for agreeing with him. He is very forward about his stance on religion and thinks that people are crazy for believing in a god. While I can respect him for having an opinion, he needs to be a little bit lighter about the way he presents it. He made a movie called Religiouless where he tried to show the crazy side of religion. I know tons of people who did not want to see this movie because he was so rude. He has the right to make a movie how he wants to make it, but he crosses the line when he goes to extreme measures to show people in a bad light or to make a point. I have seen clips of the movie in classes that I have taken, and that is enough for me.

I also believe in the legalization of weed. Personally I don't do it, never have and never will, but that does not mean that I do not see the good in legalizing this drug. You can stop reading here if you don't want to read my reasons (you are partaking in peace and love). Weed is not as deadly as drinking. I have not read anywhere yet where someone had died from inhaling too much weed. You can die from drinking too much without even getting on the road. Also, weed does not make people loud and obnoxious. It actually mellows people out. I know people who are very close to me that you can tell that they are much calmer after smoking. I would rather they are calm than full of stress and anxiety. People say that weed is bad because when you do it, you are so mellow that you cannot do anything else in the day. Well drinking too much has the same effect. When you drink, you cannot drive a car or perform a job to the best of you ability. When you smoke, you have to make the same responsible choice on whether it will keep you from doing something you really need to do. One of my friends suggested that we go out tonight but I said I couldn't because I had to get up early the next morning. I would have to make that same decision if I ever decided to smoke weed (which I would not). Also, the money going to try and catch people selling/doing weed could be spent elsewhere (like on education) if we stopped draining it into the ridiculous fight against the drug. Plus, jails would not be over crowded because we would have less people in them for something so small like possession. There is also the argument that there would still be crimes with people wanting drugs. My take is that the crime would be like any other crime: someone has something you want. Well, people rob banks for the same reason. A bank has money you want but don't have while a dealer has a drug you want but don't have. There should be punishment if you break into someone's home to steal their weed, but having it should not be a crime. Finally, there is the argument that weed is the gateway drug. That is not entirely true. Everyone I know who has done drugs have not necessarily wanted to try harder drugs. They smoke because they want to relax. There are some people who do harder drugs, but most of the time it is because they are adventurous and need something more exciting in their lives. My idea of being more adventurous would be to run a full mile. In conclusion, that is my opinion on weed.

This post started out talking about how we should just accept each others opinions and fight for love and peace, but it has ended with me selling my opinion to you. I believe that my opinions are all about having love for others and trying to make things easier and more peaceful for everyone. Take away from this what you want, but most of all I want you to have peace and love for each other.

Until next time....

Moving Has Aged Me.

Apparently I am terrible at keeping a blog, and probably not make this a career if I were looking to make money, because it looks like I would never show up for work!

The topic of today's blog is MOVING!!! (Pee-Wee Herman sound effects should be going in the background at this time).

Bryan and I just moved to Overland Park via Manhattan. I thought we were young, sprite youngin's but it turns out, you find out what 60 years old is going to feel like when you are 25 when you move.

We moved on Overland Park because Bryan is getting his doctorate at UMKC this fall and it just makes sense to move closer to school instead of making a 2.5 hour drive one-way, everyday. In past blogs, I have let you in on how hard and annoying it is to look for a job and a place to live. Well, I found a job and we found a condo to live in. The new job is just like my old job, just more high-tech. And our new place is like our old place in that it is rented.

Our new condo made us very happy because it was bigger, close to work, and in a nice part of town. After signing the lease, paying a deposit and first months rent (ouch! on the pocketbook), we were ready to start packing. Now, if you have ever moved, packing is not really the hard part. The only real downfall to packing is working up the motivation to actually wake up from your nap and start packing. We waited until the last week before moving to really start considering it. Sure we would sit around and think "Maybe my Jedi-mind tricks will finally work and I can mentally move that book into that box." That does not work quite so well. Saturday was the big day to move. So when Friday rolled around and we only had three boxes of books packed, we decided that maybe we should hunker down and really get to business. Nine hours later, our apartment had bare walls, but our floors were cluttered with boxes and boxes of "stuff".

Everyone knows how stressful moving is. We woke up thinking we needed to make the best of the situation and did...until one of our family members showed up an hour early, which was before we even got out of bed! Don't get me wrong. I was super excited for their early arrival because I figured that meant they held the excitement for moving that I was lacking. I figured that if someone else was excited, that might rub off on me and things would be better than expected.

That feeling lasted for about 45 minutes. Bryan and his father went to get the moving van while I got dressed and called my parents to see when they would be arriving. I had given them a time-frame to be at our place between 9 and 10. I knew that they would be later because lets face it, if your parents are okay being a little late to your wedding, they won't mind showing up even later to help move you. So I call my parents who live in Wichita at 8:45 and say "Hey, where are you?" My mom, smiling on the other end of the phone line says "We are sitting at McDonald's on 47th and Broadway." My jaw drops and I am sure my face turned red. "What?!" You see, 47th and Broadway is a mile from their house. They are supposed to be there no later than an hour and 15 minutes from that moment, and they still have to START a 2.5 hour drive to Manhattan. I was enraged. My mom laughs (because clearly this is hilarious) and says "Well you didn't sound like you were too serious about us being there at 10 so we were going to take our time." Meanwhile, my dad is in the background assuring me that they will be there in an hour and a half. Um, I don't know when my dad acquired super-human speed.

While I am fuming that my parents are late, Bryan and his dad start packing the heavy stuff. SIDENOTE: Last year when Bryan and I were moving into our apartment before our wedding, my dad decided to have a tent sale at his business that same weekend.

God Bless, Gary Pinkall. When I told him my parents were going to be late, he said it was fine and that he read a statistic that the two most stressful things a couple goes through is starting a new job and moving. Check and Check. So they start moving couches and beds while I load my car up. My parents show up at 10:30 (wow, my dad does have super-human speed or the cops did not want to try and chase him down), but I was still not in a good mood. I decided that that would be a good time for me to take a chair to my aunt's house that my cousin was going to pick up. That was a good move because that gave me time to cool down. Also, thanks to my Auntie Pam for talking me down as well.

Soon we were on the road to Overland Park. My dad and I lead the caravan of cars/moving van/motorcycle up to KC. Actually, I should say that my dad and I broke away from the pack. Did you know that moving cans are really slow? This lead to another level of stress because my dad was on his motorcycle behind me and I have never been so fearful of a motorcycle and until he was behind me. He let me lead since I had the GPS, which meant that when I changed lanes, I really had to look behind me instead of leading on faith that no one was in the other lane. If he was not behind me, I made sure to check and see if he was on the side of the road.

After the GPS told me to exit on closed Interstate exits, I decided to turn it off and find my way to our new place. I had only been their once, so I used my keen instincts and sense of direction to find our place. When we finally got to the condo (after everyone else who had been trailing about 10 miles behind us the entire time!), my dad says "Gee Dusti. You were speeding. You are a crazy driver." Wait...didn't you tell me earlier in the day that you would be able to knock and hour off of an normally 2.5 hour drive? And I'm speeding?

The unloading began. This time, my dad partook in the unloading of the heavy stuff. He moved couches and beds and bookshelves with the rest of the guys while I put my mom to work cleaning and I moved not so light boxes. My poor dad. He was sweating and huffing and puffing before anyone else, and he had only been moving our stuff for about fifteen minutes. Bryan and Gary had been at this for twice that long and looked like they could run a marathon after we got settled in.

When the boxes were moved in, we decided to take the truck back, eat some dinner, and those of us not staying the night (everyone by my mom and me) would go home. Before we went to dinner though, we kind of did a once over on the place. This condo was less than spectacular. When we did the initial walk-through after signing the papers, we noticed that some food had been left in the pantry, a bike was still on one of he balconies, and cans of paint were in different closets. Also, and by far the best part, was that our gas had not been turned on. This was our fault. The entire time we were switching services over, we forgot that some things were run by gas. So we tried lighting the pilot light. That did not work. So I call the landlords who happen to be our age and happen to be first time landlords (I am assuming). I ask about the pilot light and wonder if they have had any trouble with it. They said that the place had not been rented for a little while and it probably went out. They said we needed to call Kansas Gas Service. So Bryan calls and it turns out that they cannot come out until Monday. Cold showers anyone? This was Saturday so we cannot do anything with hot water like laundry, dishes, and most importantly, showers. With frustration setting in, we decide to go take the truck back and get dinner.

Finding businesses in a new town is tough. Sure we could have used our GPS, but it died after I used it because my cigarette lighter outlet does not work so it cannot charge while I drive. Does anyone remember what a phone book is? There happened to be one on our front porch, so we utilized this antique to find a Uhaul return place. The bad part about phone books is that they might come out every year, but address are not updated every year. So when we thought we found the closest depot, it turns out to be wrong. We pulled into a really nice neighborhood, contemplated leaving it in front of someone's house before deciding that maybe it would be okay to try one more number before giving up hope. We finally find a place, drop off the truck, eat, and my mom and I go back to the condo to clean.

Shout out to my mom for being a great cleaning lady. She knew all the ins and outs of getting built on grease off of ovens and how to not be afraid to stick your hands places you would not normally touch without bleach handy. Hearing "Oh My God" and "What Is This" randomly was quite fun. What was not fun, was finding out how much crap was left by the last tenants and was not cleaned out by our landlord. We found out that one toilet releases water in the tank and fills itself up without any manual help like flushing the toilet, the other toilet you have to hold the handle down until all the water is out of the bowl for it to fully flush, the Hot knob on the downstairs tub comes off in your hand, the landlords don't know how to clean grease off an oven, and apparently cleaning supplies are cheap for some people because they left the whole cabinet below the kitchen sink stocked with 3/4 used bottles of cleaning solution.

When the landlord came over to do the walk through the next day, my mom had encouraged me to ask for a discount on next months rent due to all of the work we have had to do. I asked, and we only got $50 off. Well that's not exactly enough, but it is something. When you spend $156 dollars on cleaning supplies and other fix-it stuff, you kind of want an equal discount. I will pay my mom back later. While the landlord was there, we also pointed out that we didn't know where to go in case of a tornado, we did not have the keys to our mailbox, she does not know how to clean an oven (Landlord "On of the burners on the stove does not work." Mom: "I checked them after I cleaned and they all worked." Landlord: "Oh. I guess that would happen when they are cleaned." Well, DUH!), and she needed to take the paint, bike and two ironing boards with her. Bryan said she looked a little mad that we pointed so many problems out, but we are their first real tenants because the people before us were their friends. I am not their friend so I am going to point out where they need to improve.

Today is the first day that has been a little relaxing despite it being my first day at a new job and Bryan having to do tests at school. We are very thankful for everyone who helped us move and those who sent good thoughts our way while we moved. Fortunately, we will be here for three years before we move again, and hopefully by that time Sonny will have married/same boyfriend/or friends we can use to help us move.

We miss everyone we have left behind, but you can keep up with us in here (if you really want to) or we will see you when we visit (even if you don't want us to).

Until next time...