Empathy

Empathy...



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Just For Fun

Your Brain is 40% Female, 60% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes... You never like to get feelings too involved

What Gender Is Your Brain?

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Thank You Weird Cake

Thanks for the TREAT, Weird Cake.

You Are 16% Paranoid Schizophrenic

You're so far from paranoid schizophrenic... you probably found this quiz to be quite amusing.

Are You A Paranoid Schizophrenic?

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Bushie Ass Kissing Unpatriotic Republicans

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Your Moment of Zen

Secure Borders First

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Una Sonrisa

Too many folks in this village do not smile as they travel the streets. Preoccupied? Certainly.

I don't want to list all of the possible reasons. Beside poverty, you may speculate on your own.

And, I don't let anyone's arthritis interfere with my mission to put more smiles on the faces of my neighbors. I am so happy to be living in Ajijic. So, when I am out and about, I smile and greet the folks passing by me. It thrills me each time I get a smile and a polite greeting in return.

Why not?! It is civility and just what you should do as you encounter another of God's sons and daughters.

If it's hypomania that influences my happy travels, so be it! On the mood swing days, I may stay in bed a little longer, but when Memo suggests an outing I go with him. And, quicker than a cat covering shit, I swing to hypomania.

Or,maybe I have reached the stable me, and though I may slip into the blues, I am happy!

And, after all, we should share our happiness and give away a few sonrisas.

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Patriotic About Something Other Than War

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Waiting

If you are in a hurry to eat, make it at home. Waiting is a part of life. There are no fast food joints in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico. Every meal is prepared as you wait in restaurants and at taco stands.

Waiting with Memo is a pleasure. We get to talk.

And, why wait?

Life isn't going to pass me by while I wait.

I choose to let life wait as I marvel at its every miracle.

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Ban Mondays

Alleged banned commercial, no financial interest, blah, blah, blah......



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Coming Home

The life of an expatriate is what one makes of it. Our lives here in Mexico are just beginning. We now have a house, a local telephone, a television (those in Podunk were sold or given away), a satellite TV connection (Canadian feed, Detroit feed, etc.), and a DSL internet connection.

What more could we ask for? Hmmm... a used washing machine (we don't need a dryer in this arid mountain village), an entertainment center, and I NEED a rocking chair. We'll try to do without ALL of the gringo creature comforts ... but we want our internets and other things to do during the rainy season.

I have discovered that my Lamictal is available and cheaper down here, as well as several other meds. I already have found a doctor to supervise my medications and care. He works out of a pharmacy as many doctors do in this village.

Mood? Pretty damn good!!! I walk about Ajijic with a smile on my face and with friendly greetings every day (that's a story for another day). Estoy feliz!

Now, it's time to catch up on reading blogs and the news sites.

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Moment of Zen

Pay Attention

Another childhood memory popped into my head the other day. I knew it had some relevance. And, perhaps, in no time it may resurface. Of course it did, really, just as I struggled with the word "relevance". Really.

I recalled one of my "bipolar acts" in high school . Whatever the hell that means...

Maybe the professionals out there would put another "label" on the behavior. The "stressor" was severe. In the 10th grade, I began to experienment with drugs. When I look back, I really see the beginnings of my self-destructive behavior.

I would find my connection along the woods where the smokers and others hung out before school and at lunch. When I scored, I would take it immediately. ¡Yep! No waiting. No "social" use at that time in my life.

The funny thing is that my grades never suffered. All except one marking period in Biology. I aced every test. I had all A's. But, that pesky Science Fair assignment was worth a bit more than half the grade that period. I didn´t do the science project.

I didn't want to torture any planaria (no spell check here). I didn't want to "demonstrate" anything. In one rash move -- I convinced myself that I wouldn´'t do it and I wouldn´t care.

¿Bipolar behavior?

Another "crazy" thing about that marking period. I got a "D". And, Mom and Dad never said a word. No questions. No comments.

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¿May I See a Show of Hands?

No talking points. No slogans (i.e. The War on Terror). No resumes. No references to one´s 5 point plan that has no specific actions.



Just tell me what you will do for me and why I should believe that you´ll do it better than the other guy.



And, aren´t there greater matters of importance in America and the World than someone´s political party, religion, and personal views about morals and civility.



Keep it simple and real.





And, Wolfie --- just stop.



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Coping

Our friends are all beginning to think that Budd and I are hard-partiers or vampires. Along with the "why wear watches" crowd, we don't have a set bedtime. Getting up and returning to bed as a morning routine is more appealing each day.

We are still at the Internet Cafe. We hope to have DSL a.s.a.p. after we move into the house. These Spanish keyboards are becoming easier every day.

Update:

The "F" word is well know. The "C" word sometimes is the only word to descibe her. Fag, queer, and other words are slowing gaining "" status. In Spanish, one of the many slurs is maricon. Needless to say, if ya gotta call me sum'tin, ... I don´t even wanna know ya.

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