Well, call me crazy! Sunday I went out and got two albino mice for the twins — a male and a female!!!!! But I also got two cages so after the female has her pups I can separate them so there won’t be more unless we want them. The kids are enthralled with the little guys. My son named his Nibbles—cute, huh?
Unfortunately my daughter made the tragic mistake of leaving SPAZ (Snow Princess Angel Zoe) in her exer-ball on her desk which proceeded to fall off onto the floor cracking the ball and severely traumatizing poor SPAZ. The poor thing was feet up on her back in the ball when my daughter brought her into the living room. I was sure she wouldn’t last the night even after she got up and started moving around. She was still breathing funny.
Last night we exchanged SPAZ at Petco. I didn’t tell them about the exer-ball incident. But I did tell Petco how she had chewed her way through the carrier on the way home (about a mile) and dropped out of the box as I was getting out of the car. I was also trying to juggle a bag of groceries with the cardboard carrier. The groceries dropped to the ground as I chased SPAZ around the parking lot! I was trying to hold my hand over the hole SPAZ had chewed into the box so Nibbles wouldn’t escape. Much to my disbelief, I did finally catch SPAZ and scooped her into the cardboard box. I had the twins pick up the groceries scattered around the parking lot while I rushed inside with the mice.
It wouldn’t have been a big deal if we had to buy a new one – they’re only $1.99 (the cheapest part of the deal) but my daughter was traumatized thinking she might have killed her pet, so I told her we were bringing SPAZ back to Petco so they could fix her and we’d get her back after she was better (sure!!!!!). Heck - one female albino mouse looks the same as any other one.
“It is our natural inclination to judge people, since it happens without our even thinking about it. We take one look and summarize a whole person-overweight, pretty, stylish, sloppy. This habit comes from the mind’s need to categorize the world in order to be able to function without becoming overwhelmed. When we judge, we are looking for pertinent information, trying to determine whether the person approaching is a threat, an ally, or someone we don’t need to worry about. This way of looking at people makes sense in a dangerous context, but in our daily lives it leads to an overly simplistic reading of the people we meet.
If you have ever judged someone dismissively, only to have them become a dear friend once you got to know them, you know the hazards of the judgment cycle firsthand. An experience like that may have led you to soften your natural tendency to believe your first impressions. We will always notice things about the people we meet, but as we become more conscious of the shortcomings of judgment, we won’t be satisfied with our surface observations. We may notice that someone is driving an expensive car, but we will decide whether to befriend her based on getting to know her over time. We will not rule out a friendship with someone with messy hair, especially if he turns out to have a great sense of humor and a kind heart. Liking or disliking a person is a choice you will naturally make, but it will be after you have gotten to know them.
Next time you notice yourself judging somebody, try to send love, light, or blessings to the person you were judging. Then try to listen to them openly or look them in the eye and learn something about them. If this is not easy for you, remember not to judge yourself either. Trust that with practice, you will successfully disable your habitual patterns. As you do, you will find a whole new dimension of perception opening up to you, allowing you to see beyond the surface and into the essence of the people you meet. “
Well, I decided to give up my old domain. It kept me tied to my ex-husband and I couldn’t continue watching his downhill slide into what I deem financial ruin again. I get stressed out enough when his mom dumps her rants about him on me, I don’t need to add my own by seeing the garbage in his e-mail. So at the suggestion of my therapist (well, actually she said to get rid of his e-mail account) I signed up for some new domains.
I transferred ownership of the old domain to my ex and he has to now learn how to deal with it! Such is life. I hate teaching people computer stuff (ironic, isn’t it?) so he’ll have to learn on his own. Maybe the reason I’m such a jerk about training others is that I was self-taught so I figure why should others get the benefit of all the hard work I put into it. Hmmmm, pretty nasty. And here I thought I was a good girl.
I’ve transferred the content from my old domain to this one and I’ll try to clean it up someday.