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Not to be a pain in the ass or anything but he is MIXED he isn't the first African American President (Elect) Obama is the first MIXED President elect. Haley Berry wasn't the first female black actress to win an Oscar; she was the first MIXED woman to win an Oscar. The list goes on and on. I bring this up because I am a mother of a Mixed racial child and I am sick of everything being African American when it isn't. I, like Haley Berry's mother and Barack Obama's mother, am white and find it bullshit that because our children have varying levels of Melanin in their skin makes them African American. They have Black in them and I do not deny that, but they have other ethnicity's  in them. My daughter is black, Irish, Italian, German, and American Indian, if you ask me that sound pretty mixed.  Heck without African American is still sounds pretty mixed.

I remember being in school with a mixed kid and he used to be tormented by the black kids for not being black enough. That would have been ten years after Obama would have been in school. (I am ten years younger than he is) Am I to assume the black population who is praising him so much now as being a black leader, wouldn't have picked on him when he was younger if he was in an inner city or even a suburban school? Let's get real here for a minute. Back with Obama was a kid there were still states that had laws that barred interracial marriage. Hell there might still be, but no one actually enforces them, who knows. So he would have been very different from the population around him.

I remember when Haley Berry was interviewed either before or after her win, and she said that her mother told her to that since people are going to see her as black anyway that is who she should identify with. I was frankly pissed off by that statement. I understand why she would have told that to her daughter.

My Dad who grew up in the south and had many southern values told me, after he met the man who was going to be my husband that he worried about his grandchildren being mixed because they would have to go through a lot of shit because they were mixed. He was right in the information that he had, but in the area that I am in and raising my daughter in, it isn't that big of a deal. There is 67.3% minority population in her district although they list black as the highest at 59% they do not list mixed at all. It is strange since they have mixed racial background as an option on all of the forms that I had to fill in, and I know of several mixed children in her class.

Maybe it's just me but I think that mixed children are special, because they get to see, and live two different cultures. I feel that I have made it apparent to my daughter that she is unique and special because she is both black and white and that the new President is Mixed just like her.

I think that the work MIXED should be used when speaking about the President Elect and for any other person who is special enough to have parents who are not of the same race.

The thing about dreams...

  • Nov. 1st, 2008 at 8:56 AM

I had a dream with my Dad in it . It was a good dream and I think my friend Anthony's wife is going to have their baby on Monday because of it. but I could be wrong we will see. The reason I think that is because of the dream. The dream was a good dream and while having it, unlike other times I have had dreams with Dad I didn't cry. It was a good dream. It also had my daughter and my boyfriend in it, which isn't normal but it felt good that all of us were there together. We took my Dad's truck to a tavern and hung out, My daughter somehow got lost in the bar since there were so many rooms, but we found her safe, and she was playing by herself. Some point after some point it became late and we left. The next day my boyfriend and I were out with Billy Bob Thorton and we crossed a street went into a bar and watched a Bears game. Then I was sucked out of the dream. Dad dreams are weird, and I have never had one on Halloween before so that was different. But to explain the being sucked out thing. It is like I am living in this other world that is so really and so tangible that there is no other world to come back to. So when I do leave it is like there is a huge vacuum that pulls me out and lands me back in my body. Joltingly so.  I wonder what the Billy Bob thing is all about... I haven't even watched a movie with him in it lately. I also haven't had a Cusack dream in a long time. Oh and BTW after must pleading (from him) and laying out expectations we have for on another, me and the boyfriend are back together.

A little background on me. I have either had my own or had access to a cell phone since the mid eighties.  Since my mom worked for the phone company most of my life she has always had a good deal on technology etc. So phones to me aren't a huge deal and I cherish time when people cannot get a hold of me. Maybe that is because I enjoy my alone time, or there are just some activities that I really don't need to share with people on the phone. ie. going to the bathroom,or working out. When I work out I use my ipod and turn it up pretty high so I don't hear the health club music, not that, that music isn't good, but I have certain songs that motivate me to get through 45 minutes on the elliptical machine and another 20 minutes on the rowing machine. I don't understand people who talk on their phones while working out. And I really don't understand why I can hear them over my headphones. What the fuck is that important that you need to be screaming into the phone four machines away and I can hear your conversation over my music? Does it bother anyone else that people act like complete assholes because they have a cellphone. Maybe it is because when I got mine it was only for emergencies and it kind of stuck. There are places that really bother me when people are on the phone, grocery stores, walking their dog or their child, in line, on exercise equipment. People walking with their kids in strollers, is it me or shouldn't you want to I don't know try to connect with your kid other than talking to someone about bullshit on the phone? No wonder people feel so disconnected they don't pay any attention to what is going on around them. I love to talk to my friends on the phone don't get me wrong but I don't need to cut into "my time" to do it, nor my daughters.

The thing about getting old....

  • Aug. 6th, 2008 at 11:44 AM

To some of my friends I am old, and to others I am just older a year or two older than them. My boyfriend's friends however are all the same age as he is which is 16 years younger than me. Yes I am a cradle robber but when one looks 10 to 15 years younger than your actual age that will happen. I look and act about 25 so I am told. Which lets face it isn't such a bad thing. I have a friend who has the same problem. He is just into his early thirties and is starting to see things in different ways, but isn't so cool with I'm not a kid anymore, and I don't get the kids anymore. I personally don't remember a time when I really "got" any group of people. Never understood religion, never understood hippies, jocks, preps, prom queens, cheerleaders, really any group of organized/ mostly disorganized people. I always had an understanding of myself. Maybe its an only child thing that I just dig being by myself, doing my own shit and not worried about what everyone else thought about me personally. I still worry about what people think of my work, because of my perfectionist side. but how I look has now evolved to what I feel is comfortable and functional for me. A few months ago I went to see Eddie Izzard and decided to get all dressed up nice dress heals makeup, but by the end of the night my thighs were tired from keeping my legs together and my heals were bleeding from my shoes. I had a great time at the show but the rest of the night was shot because I was in pain. I could have dress casual like I normally do, still look cute and not have any scars on my heals. I guess when it comes to myself getting older I just want to be more comfortable than anything else. I don't want to go completely Katherine Hepburn or anything, but one has to admit she always looked awesome.

the thing about nothing to bitch about....

  • Jul. 7th, 2008 at 12:40 PM

Well I haven't written in some time so I thought I would write something. But it seems I really have nothing to write about, because I guess I have nothing to bitch about. That seems kind of sad if you ask me.

The thing about getting what you need...

  • Jun. 17th, 2008 at 8:25 PM

So out of pure I want to do my part, and let's face it save money, I bought a scooter. Only real problem is well I don't have the class L license I need to operate it legally, and I haven't been on any think even remotely like it in about twenty years. So to say the least I am really anxious before I  ride it. I have ridden it about 13 miles in the last two days, and I think I am getting the hang of it. I did have a small fall, but only hurt my pride and nothing else. My helmet should  be at my door tomorrow when I get home, and my special jacket with the proper "armor" should be here by the end of the week. I never thought that riding a scooter would be remotely hard to be honest with you. I mean everyone in Europe and Japan ride them so would I think it would be hard? Well it isn't that hard but it takes some getting used to and I am a bit terrified about getting into traffic to be honest. I will, hell I have to, with gas over $4 I have to save money on it somewhere and 98mpg is the way to go.

the thing about wildlife....

  • Jun. 11th, 2008 at 9:03 PM

I saved a turtle the other day. I have a hard time understanding why I don't care about people the way I do for animals. I have never stopped to help someone stranded on the side of the road, but I will stop my car and turn on my hazard lights and try to get an unwilling turtle to get out of the road. Not to read much into my turtle friend, who by the why, tried to bite me because it was scare, but I think it was sad because there was another turtle dead on the other side of the road to were it was headed. It was a big turtle. It had a tail that looked like it belonged to a small alligator rather than a somewhat large turtle.

I think I don't stop to help people mainly because of fear. Okay, yes I have fear. Something ingrained in most women, something that only one or two men have actually done that I know about, or at least studied, and that is that every man out there on the side of the road wants to rape and kill us. Would I pull over and help a mountain lion or a rabid looking animal? Hmmm probably not but if I had a choice between rabid dog and guy on the side of the road. I would go with rabid dog.

So it is almost midnight and I can't sleep again. I have a lot of shit going on in my head but can't seem to get any of it out on this screen. I am reading my friends third book that just came out and wondering why I cannot seem to finish my first non workshop short film. Do I have that fear of success that I have seen in so many of my friends? Why is it that the younger me didn't take those chances on myself to be who I wanted to be. I know that this is the agreement that I made with the universe and it knows better than I, but the choices I made because of others instead of myself for myself.. Why?

The thing about it all happens at once...

  • Jun. 3rd, 2008 at 8:25 AM

So I have so much to do and so little time to do it in. First off I need to get my daughter packed up and ready to leave Saturday for the summer with her dad. I have to get her to the dentist somehow, because she needs it for school next fall. I need to buy a scooter because gas is to expensive and my company is moving about15 miles away from were I am sitting now and that will make my round trip around 30 miles a day, and my car get roughly 32 miles to the gallon so I am looking into something that is more like 89 to 90 mpg. Hence, scooter. 

I had Lodge this weekend and I was  pretty zoned out during it. I didn't get particularly hot. I did sweat like a race horse in the middle of August after a race, but I wasn't really concerned about it. I kept getting images of I'm no sure what to call them but the closes thing I can think of is ropes of light. It kind of reminded me of the scene in cinderella when the fairy godmother transforms her into the dress. Not quite that but close. It kept spiraling up from my stomach to the "universe" or God, and would then dissipate. It was colorful and interesting but I didn't get much more out of Lodge than that and being calm.

Ok so my last post I was, shall we say, pissed off. I have worked hard for everything I have and the fact that I hate to ask for anything from anyone is what I think really set me off. I am calmer now and I have finished the paper work for my divorce. All I have left to do is to have him sign it and go before the judge and sent the papers back to him. Then if he neglects to send money I will have the state go after him, and they will take more than we agreed upon, because the state says he needs to give his child 20% of his salary to her. I am settling for 12.5% because of debt situation, that really has nothing to do with me or our child, but his girlfriend who cannot hold down a job. But I agreed because I can't stand to hear a grown man cry, that his life is messed up and he doesn't want to have to live in an apartment forever he wants to own something. I know what you are thinking... I am a sap. Yeah well maybe I am, but maybe I believe that my Karma is more important than being angry money. I want a place of my own too, and I believe I have waited long enough for someone else to get their stuff together so that it could happen for me I guess. Soon I will have more money than I could have ever dreamed of and his 12.5%  will go into an account for my daughters education. I haven't figured it out yet. I am falling behind on my work at home. I haven't done the logo and I haven't sat down and worked on "The Promise" in a couple of weeks. I really just need a day without a kid, mother, boyfriend, or dog to just work on it for a straight eight hours. I still haven't heard from the other job I tested for last week, which makes me believe that it isn't going to happen. Maybe it is for the best, and there is still work I need to finish here. The universe knows what it is doing so I just need to trust it.

The thing about self image...

  • Apr. 24th, 2008 at 8:10 PM

I think we all have a picture of ourselves in our minds that may or may not match up with what we can see in a picture.  I have a picture of me that is much thinner than what I see in this picture. The thing about this picture is that I just had my boyfriend take it so I can see what I look like, since everyone keeps telling me I look smaller. I have been working out for two and a half months and I guess I am getting smaller, but when I look at this picture it makes me think that I must have really been freaking huge for this to look smaller. Not that the picture in my mind I am totally thin or anything, but I do see myself as this big. I made the decision to wear the bathing suit for this picture because I wanted to see as much of me as possible, and I will do others in the future the smaller I get so that I can see the difference. Since I have a hard time seeing it myself. So here it is The Dana..


 With most people, no matter how old, I ask the same question. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Most people seem to be taken aback by that. As if you wanted to be a drone worker when you were a kid and that is all you ever wanted to be and you are totally happy with that. Well maybe some people are. I know most of my friends and I are not. I want to be a filmmaker when I grow up. I also wanted to be the first fat female  cast member  on SNL. Look it up. There were fat men on SNL, very popular fat men, but no fat women. I wanted to be the first. If you think it is hard for a woman to get into the business, try being a fat woman. So I decided to, with the help of my friends, to start our own production company. If you want what you want you have to make it happen. No one is going to hand it to you without you doing anything. Sure once you start going someone may start handing you stuff you need but you have to get the ball rolling first. My mom is a costume designer for her hobby. It is something that makes her happy, but she is to afraid to follow her dream of just doing that because she won't have the insurance, or the money, or the whatever to let her live comfortably, so she is going to wait until she retires to follow her dream. The only thing I really fear is dying before I live my dreams. My dad died young and I feel that I may follow in his footsteps, with genetics and all one never really knows. So live your life in a way that makes you happy.

The thing about working out....

  • Apr. 22nd, 2008 at 12:10 PM

Ouch!!! Need I say much more? I have been working out with a trainer twice a week for a month and a half and it has been going well. The last two sessions we had have been more painful than any of the others up to this point. My body is getting more solid, but I am not losing a pound. Way disappointing, but muscle is heavier than fat blah blah blah. I have lost inches and most people who see me say that I am getting smaller. I guess I am, but not small enough for me. I know I am too hard on myself and I should believe that the weight is going to come off but I want to know when. AHHHHHHHH. My thighs hurt so much I am walking funny. What the hell is that!! 

The thing about my past...

  • Apr. 9th, 2008 at 8:47 AM

I remember being in high school I know I do, but recently I have been contacted by people I went to high school with who I don't remember. I wasn't what one would call  popular, but everyone seem to know me, or some kind of myth of me maybe. My problem is that because everyone has changed so much in the almost 20 years since I graduated they don't look familiar, and my name recognition is totally shot. There are people who I do remember. Like the people who I knew from before high school, but high school itself? If I met you in high school there is a high probability I don't remember you, unless of course you were in choir with me, then there is a higher chance that I remember but no guaranties. Is that just awful?  Why do people feel the need to hold on to that past? Did anyone really have that much fun  in high school that they cannot let go of it? Sure I went to my 10 year reunion, mostly to see who got fat and who was gay, and I will go to my 20th next year, not really sure why, maybe because it is expected of me or something who knows, and because I look dam fantastic. I look pretty much the same as I did back in the day. Except I know who I am now and I like me a whole lot more than I did back then. I guess that is why I don't understand why people like to be stuck in that high school Nostalgia when no one seemed to know who they were or where their destiny would carry them. Maybe there destiny was to only be big time in high school. That would suck! 

The thing about being efficient is....

  • Apr. 3rd, 2008 at 2:08 PM

Okay so I have what the older generation would call a work ethic. I take pride in what I do no matter how small or large the task. If I am going to do something I am going to do it right and efficiently. That is just how I am, how I tick one could say. The only problem with that is were I work now there really isn't enough work to stretch out for an entire work day, except for the first and last few days of the month. Most people would think it was a dream job, only really having to do work for maybe three hours a day most of the month, but most people cannot get away with it. I have because when I first started this job in the first week while still learning what the heck I was supposed to do I organized the crap out of my office.  The person who had the job before me, had no semblance of organization. There were multiple files for the same thing in several placed which for me was just insane. I still find binders in my bosses office that have more copies of stuff that I have files for. Its nuts! No wonder nothing ever got done before I got here and the higher -ups in the company just love me. I get things to them on time or even before they are due because I am that organized. But because of all of this organization I have nothing to do today. I am actually waiting for someone at Corporate to send me a spreadsheet that I should have received on Tuesday so I can plug in some numbers I already finished. So yes I am sitting here at work, not working, but typing on my journal because I am bored, oh so bored.

The thing about green tea....

  • Apr. 2nd, 2008 at 1:34 PM

 I really haven't had caffeine in years. I don't drink pop, or coffee, so caffeine is really not in my life. I started drinking green tea today because I am trying to lose pounds and one of the nurses told me that I should be drinking 12 cups of it a day. That is cool and all but right now I am like jumping out of my skin. I feel drunk and high, but without the paranoia. I feel like my brain is buzzing if that is even possible, and I am somewhat off balanced. Which is going to suck when I go workout with my trainer tonight. I just really need to get this fat off my body... It is like some kind of obsession I have, and working -out has also become some kind of obsession, not in that anorexic kind of way, I am far from that since I totally love to eat, but I want to do it all the time. I think I have what is called the runners high when I workout. Something I have never actually had before. I used to workout a lot after my daughter was born but I never got to that "high" before. I wonder why now it has kicked in. Was it because of the acupuncture that my friend did on me? I have noticed that since I was needled I sweat a whole lot more than I used to. Not that I find that gross or anything. I wish that I could sweat like those men at the gym who's shirts are just drenched. I feel like when I am working-out really hard I should sweat Like I have accomplished something. Don't get me wrong I don't like to sweat when its hot out, that is completely different, I like to sweat when I am doing something that makes me sweat. I feel like I have accomplished something. Yeah I know I am weird.

The the thing about consistency....

  • Mar. 28th, 2008 at 8:16 AM

Ok so I am not as consistent as I would like to be on this journal. As you can see I haven't written in a like a week. I keep thinking I have more time to do things I just never seem to get around to everything. Plus on the beginning and end of all months I am extra busy at work so everything else suffers. I am crabby and tired and I also start PMS which is really fun. I have a feeling that I didn't have PMS until it was so publicized and then every woman in america developed it. Maybe that is why the country has become so fat is because it is publicized so much that we are a bunch of fatties, and we all have diabetes and heart disease, maybe that is how cancer started, and AIDS got so blown out of control. I think the human brain can cause the body to do harm to itself, so why couldn't it also fix itself? I am not sure what started this rant. Oh guess I should start doing some work now.

The thing about the government...

  • Mar. 21st, 2008 at 6:23 PM

What was it last year that the government required passports for all people who want to visit another country? Here is the thing about that and other annoying things the government decides to do that cost us money.  I think that if the government is going to make you do something like have to get a passport to travel, drivers license to drive, car insurance, they should pay for it not us.  Oh yeah free. Travel is expensive enough. I think that health care should  be free as well. Can you tell I am sick of spending money.