Showing posts with label Fluff and Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fluff and Humor. Show all posts

09 November, 2008

Lessons from DC

This was written while waiting for my flight...

I've spent nearly five days in Washington, DC and sleep deprivation has taken hold and I lack the cognitive abilities to do more than make a list. So here's a list of lessons learned (in no particular order)...

  1. Interacting at the fringes of the DC power/money culture leaves me feeling like an Amazon adventurer meeting the tribes he's only read about.
  2. I know enough about the above to be only a minor but inoffensive curiosity to that culture at worst, or at my best manage to convince them for a couple hours that I belong--the latter of which is a frightening thought on many levels.
  3. 4-star admirals apparently appreciate being introduced to Gold Star fathers.
  4. Former soldiers, a giant-sized gay choreographer, and a right-wing radio producer (and little ol' me) can all get along famously at "8th & I" with drinks in hand (young Marines out with their girls for the Birthday Ball, however, can be a little bit touchy).
  5. Floor-length ballgowns are worth the hassle because you can stash your shoes in a corner and no one will know you're walking around barefoot.
  6. 4-star admirals' wives can be unflappable when you approach in a ballgown with spike heels in hand... unless you happen to thank them for their decades of service and sacrifice, too (whereupon they turn into a somewhat startled pile of goo and kiss your cheek).
  7. I've spent enough time in DC in the last four years to be irritated by tourists on the Metro.
  8. I may have to start carrying a purse on a regular basis. At the very least it's useful for leaving at expensive restaurants so that VIPs remember me and our dinner together because we have to turn the car back to pick it up.
  9. I have now met the kinds of people about whom jokes regarding Republicans and sex were written. Yes, they really exist.
  10. Apparently I have to start wearing lipstick because to do otherwise offends Greta's sensibilities, and Macy's makeup artist, too--"people pay for those kinds of lips and you're hiding them??!!!"
  11. Guys sitting in a bar telling stories about SF and parachute jumps attract surprising numbers of short, soft idiots who want a fight.
  12. Watching those guys winding up the idiots until they have to either take on someone one-and-a-half times their size and trained in hand-to-hand combat or else back down is perversely amusing (they back down).
  13. Reminder: Wars are fought collectively and suffered individually... and that sucks beyond words. We owe them. Bigtime. [Note to self: next visit, plan for exercise time to do something about that urge to assault the nearest wall with your fist.]
  14. DC Airport conversations these days are absolutely fascinating--apparently some people think that having worked for someone who was considered for Assistant to the Assistant Undersecretary for Nothing at the Department of Meaningless Governent Work for the New Administration gives you "pull" and entitles you to be an arrogant ass to someone on the phone even if you are only about 26 years old.
  15. Other conversations are equally fascinating. On the topic of a career in entertainment law: "It's great because you get to meet celebrities. That's what I want to do with my life."
  16. Rituals of the elite must be observed even among "friends."
  17. Standing in the flight path of Flight 77 at the Pentagon will give you chills... and then make you ragingly angry all over again.
  18. Pentagon tour guides can walk backwards for miles.
  19. It's almost frightening how much I can enjoy just a little luxury and access to power. I could really start to like this if not for the queasy feeling it all gives me...
This little country mouse is definitely very tired of pretending to be a city mouse.

UPDATE: Sleeping in one's own bed and being able to sit around in sweats helps with equilibrium. This morning (Nov. 10), I asked a friend who does a lot of consulting for DC people and organizations how he handles operating in that millieu, after he admitted it was draining. His response? "Living in California helps." Absolutely. I'm beginning to suspect it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that job in DC I was up for awhile back fell apart... This kind of work is fun and rewarding, but only in small doses.

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02 August, 2008

Batwings or Angel Wings?

Okay, so it was part of a crazy dream. But still, this description of Soldiers' Angels from an army wife made me grin:

And then I went to the hospital with the woman who taught me to knit and Erin. Erin and I shared lunch: a loaf of italian bread filled with a footlong hotdog and chili mac. (Happy birthday, Erin; hope you like crap.) And the Soldiers Angels were there in the cafeteria -- I know I recognized MaryAnn -- playing cards and waiting to be summoned like Batman.

Just too cool. :D

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09 January, 2008

Stupid Civilian Tricks

Blackfive shares a wonderful video showing what Robin Williams did when he was confronted with mysterious military tradition:


No, he's not the stupid civilian the title refers to; I am. Williams' discomfort/confusion over the situation, reminded me of one of my most embarrassing moments on a military base (of course, nothing could top the unauthroized security check I conducted)...

When I worked on base my schedule was usually such that I was on and off before Reveille (went back later in the day), so it wasn't something I was really conscious of.

But on Air Show Day my schedule was different. I was parked out on the fringes of the base, walking along the flight line when I just barely heard the opening notes of Reveille in the distance. Just like the idiot civilian I was (and not realizing how late in the morning it actually was), I commented to the warrior guarding the flight line as I walked past, "Little early for Reveille, isn't it?"

He just looked at me funny, and asked with great intensity, "You can hear it? I can't hear so well, but you can hear it?" I replied with confusion, "Just barely, I think..." and kept walking.

He instantly turned on his heel and brought his hand up for a salute. Continuing to play the idiot, I look three more steps past him before it hit me.

And so I stood in front of him with hand over heart, facing the colors neither of us could see, listening to the notes only I could hear... and wishing the ground would just swallow me. Yet thinking it would be best if the ground stayed firm, since he wouldn't know Reveille was over until he saw me lower my hand...

Ugh. Don't see myself ever forgetting Reveille again, though!

P.S. More reasons to love Robin Williams. Wolf reports (in comments at Blackfive):

As someone who worked with Mr Williams and Chairman Myers on their very first visit, I can honestly say he's the HARDEST WORKING GUY IN THE THEATER when he comes over. NO ONE goes away disappointed- he stayed until EVERYONE who wanted to greet him got the chance. That's why the chairman 'escorted' him- kinda gets the final say on who does what, right away.

Robin signed autographs, shook hands, talked, and was completely wiped out each night. We PHYSICALLY had to 'escort' him to each venue; if not, he would have stayed a week at each place, easily. It was hilarious to watch the poor LTC who was his 'shadow' take him by the shoulders and go 'walk this way' from site to site; schedule-schmedule- all you got was basically 'he's here on Wed; by Thurs, he should be here..'' and hoped it would work.

The only other guy I saw even approach his ethic and respect was Gary Sinise.

God bless 'em both...

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18 September, 2007

Inspection of in the Wall Locker

Discovered this gem of a story in the comments at Neptunus Lex:

I can still remember many things about AOCS [Aviation Officer Candidate School]. Running on the beach in combat boots in August, poopy suits, Gunnery Sergeant Bodine, being “encouraged” by the DI’s [Drill Instructor's] stick on the O-Course, even being evacuated in the face of Hurricane Camille and watching Neil Armstrong land on the moon on the Batt III TV. It’s hard to believe, but my experience in AOCS was in 1969, almost 40 years ago.

One of the most humiliating experiences, at the time, seems funny now: RLP’s are frequent and nasty, room-locker-personnel inspections. During one such RLP, I was in my assigned room with my 3 roommates, each of us assigned to our own task of preparation (if one person did the same thing for all four of us, folded skivvies and polished brass would be the same for all four… a good thing).

My job was the wall locker (closet, for civilians). We had two, and I made certain all buttons were buttoned, zippers zipped, and everything hanging straight and in the perfect center of their hangers. We had a DI who carried a cane, and he would announce himself by banging it on the door frame of each room. We could, therefore, judge how far down the passageway he was from our room = how much time we had to get “wired up.”

This particular day, he was at the far end… giving us ample time, or so we all thought. To our surprise and my sheer terror, our door slammed open as he banged his cane. The door swung open, trapping me in the wall locker! DI Armstrong commenced to swear and tear my room-mates apart verbally, demanding to know my whereabouts. After many loud outbursts and too much time for me standing in the closet at attention, the DI opened the [closet] door.

Ready for the inevitable tirade and obligatory PT in the sandpit, I said, “going up, sergeant?”

And then it did begin…

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16 September, 2007

Birth of Fuzzybear?!

Apparently, in some quarters this is thought to be representative of how I started blogging.


Well, considering my blogging lineage (see sidebar)... I guess that makes the flying guy Lex, and one of the girls is Beth. But, which one is John, and why is he in drag? And where is Sgt. B?

Heh. I think I just wrecked the thought of one of my favorite works of art...

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04 June, 2007

As if there were any doubt...


FbL --

[noun]:

A real life muppet


'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'

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01 June, 2007

Another Milblog Conference AAR: Falling Off the Barstool*

*The following is simply a light-hearted snark on a couple respected friends. And yeah, the conference was a month ago, but I'm way behind in blogging... so sue me.

Those who know me well know I don't drink.

Those who attended the MilBlog Conference won't believe that for a moment. Here's why...

It started at the Friday night reception. Frankly, I was too excited (and busy) to eat. After forcing down a small soft taco, I was done. But as the reception moved into full swing, my blogpapa kindly offered to buy me a drink. I initially declined. But in a gracious and extremely subtle (hah!) attempt to balance the scales for a vaguely-remembered time past in which there was a wallet on one side of a military gate and its owner on the other, I accepted, with the caveat that I didn't really like alcohol. End result, Lex ordered me a glass of lovely white wine that I was surprised to find enjoyable. Oh! And I shared the half-remembered story with an appreciative audience, too (I blame it on the wine, of course...).

Over an hour later a bunch of us are hanging out at an offsite bar and I'm enjoying conversation with Lex and V5. Ankles hooked in my barstool's crossbars, I lean forward to better hear Lex's bon mot... and my off-balance stool pitches me nose-first toward the floor. Fortunately, the quite-forgiving solidness of Lex was there to literally catch me before I connected with a the quite unforgiving solidness on which he stood. Certain persons who reportedly couldn't hold their liquor have made snarky comments, but we know what really happened...

That was just the beginning.

Saturday after the conference, a number of attendees retired to the hotel bar and I was again encouraged to avail myself of the options. I again declined. But upon observing Lex (notice a recurring theme?) enjoying something clear in a martini glass accented with a strip of citrus peel, my curiosity was piqued.

FbL: "Whatcha drinkin'?"

Lex: Vodka Martini.

FbL: What's in it besides vodka?

Lex: Lemon.

FbL: Just vodka and lemon?? Actually, that sounds kinda good...

Lex: *somewhat surprised grin* It's very good. Try it.

FbL: *sip* [replacing the glass on the bar by feel] *choke, wheeze*

Lex: *smirk*

FbL [shaking head]: Tasty, but that's some serious stuff! Whoooh!

Lex [gleam in his eye]: The second sip is 10 times better than the first.

FbL [eyeing the glass suspiciously]: It is, hunh?

Lex: *grin* Definitely.

FbL [disbelieving, but rarely one to decline an unspoken challenge]: *sip... pause* Ooh! It is! All smooth and citrus-y...

Lex: Told ya! Would you like one?

Well, to make a long story only slightly shorter, I ended up drinking half a vodka martini before I was hurried out the door by other friends for dinner and a movie. At that point I was exhausted and had eaten almost nothing that day. I aver that the fact I was sleepy and my usual clumsy self all evening had absolutely nothing to do with vodka martinis!

But the coup de grĂ¢ce was yet to be--and it wasn't my fault! Properly fed, post-movie, post-conversation, I found that sitting out in the garden at midnight made one quite chilly. A return to the bar led to the discovery that the party was still in swing, and being that Lex had proven himself of such discerning taste in beverage selection, it seemed quite reasonable to call out when I was offered a drink, "Hey Lex, I'm cold from sitting outside. What should I get to warm me up a bit?"

A lilting Irish accent with a hint of Virginia was heard from down the bar, "Why, an Irish Coffee, me lass!" After thoughtful consideration, in which I decided there couldn't be that much alcohol in a cup of coffee, I agreed.

It turns out I may have erred.

Someone soon passes me a lovely tall drink topped with a straw and a big dollop of thick cream. It's delicious, with only a hint of alcohol content. After a few sips, I discover Lex is trying to get my attention again as he holds out a glass containing a bit of what looks like coffee with milk. "Here, this wouldn't fit in your drink; it was too full. Just pour it in."

Heh. I'm among friends, so I do as I'm told. My next sip leaves me with a mouthful of something very strong, but after a stir it thins out and I think, "I guess the bartender didn't stir my drink enough, or the alcohol settled in the bottom." I think nothing more of it.

Thirty minutes and much humor and superb companionship later, I find I've warmed up quite nicely. I also notice something surprising: my face is numb... interesting feeling for someone who's never even been the slightest bit tipsy. I ask the assembled group, "Is a single Irish Coffee supposed to make your face numb?" I am advised that no, it is not, amid much laughter.

I am also reminded that Lex had handed me a little something "extra" for my drink...

Lex's fellow naval officer SMASH (who kindly offered his arm) had the line of the night on that topic. "Fighter pilots... they're all the same," he began.

"But Lex doesn't fly anymore," I interjected.

"Doesn't matter. Put a female in front of them and they revert to habit: try and get her drunk."

I about fell off the stool again--this time, from laughter. But Lex got what he deserved in the end: a hangover. ;)

**************

Snarkage aside, Lex is a gentlemanly friend whom I know I can trust. In fact, he was following in some excellent footsteps in playing such a joke on me...

At the post-conference bash in 2006, Chuck talked me into a mixed drink and told the waitress to make it a double. A "double?" Being the non-drinker I was (am), I figured that meant the entire drink was twice as large as a regular. Let's just say I knocked the last half of it in my lap with a clumsy wave of my hand.

The postscript to that story is that Chuck ordered (in his brook-no-argument command voice) that we unaccompanied ladies who had hardly drank would either take a cab back to the hotel or allow him to escort us on the DC Metro. For our protection, of course...

What actually happened was that we ladies talked and laughed our way through the Metro at 0200 while Chuck, who was still recovering from IED wounds, laid on the concrete benches at every stop and groaned, "Oooo... I can't remember the last time I drank so much... oooh."

Men. Gotta love 'em.

I think... ;)

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17 March, 2007

St. Patrick's Day Silliness

All you need to know about yourself for St. Patrick's Day...


Your Leprechaun Name Is:


Sneaky Forekettle





You Are Guinness

You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world.
Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.
When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well.
But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.


Ridiculous! Especially since I don't even drink beer! But at least my Blogfather would approve...



You Are Olive Green


You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself.

For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself.

You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you.

People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.


"Dependable?" Nah. But still, mostly right--though I'm more "shakable" than I used to be.



You Are A Cypress Tree


You are strong, adaptable, and striving to be content.

You're good at taking what life has to give - even if you don't like it.

A passionate lover who can't be satisfied, you are quick tempered at times.

You hate loneliness, want love and affection, and need to be needed.

A bit of a live wire, you love to gain knowledge any cost... and you can be careless at times.


No comment.

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28 February, 2007

As Requested

Here you go...


If I had Photoshop, I'd add the blushing, too. ;)

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26 February, 2007

Britney and the Marines

[Update: Another Marine story... What do you get when you cross a Marine with a high-tech Japanese toilet? Major Bell has the answer.]

A very young Marine was talking to a fellow Marine in a calm, matter-of-fact manner as they waited behind me at the mini mart. His friend was obviously used to these kinds of ramblings and never made a sound in response:

Did you hear how Justin hurt Britney again--getting all friendly with K, talking 'bout her?

[pause]

That's so mean.

How could he do that to her when she's hurting so much... when she's all crazy and everything?

[long pause]

[with a touch of wonder in his voice] She shaved off all her hair...

[another long pause]

[somewhat sadly] Now she looks like me. *sigh*

I'm so glad they were standing behind me and couldn't see the hand that flew to my mouth as I stifled an involuntary snort of laughter!! Gotta love those young Marines...

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25 February, 2007

Monday Fluff

[If you're looking for serious content, scroll down. If you want something diverting, this is your post. ;) ]

Raven of And Rightly So has a little game I thought might liven things up around here. We've been entirely too serious lately! Here's how it goes, according to Raven:

A. First, recommend to me (in comments below):
1. A movie:
2. A book:
3. A musical artist, song, or album:

B. Then, ask me three questions--no more, no less. Ask anything you want.

C. Finally, go to your blog and post a copy of this, and answer the questions asked of you.

As she points out, this a good way for us to get to know a little bit more about each other. So, recommend, and ask away!

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14 February, 2007

VD

For all your Anti-Valentine's-day needs...

You'd think having a boyfriend this year on Valentine's (extremely rare) and having never been completely enamored of Valentine's Day would make these inapplicable to me. Nope.

Seriously, hope you have a great day and that someone you love takes the opportunity to remind you you're loved--even if it doesn't involve candy, flower, a restaurant or any other cliches!

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03 February, 2007

The "6 Weird Things" Meme

A change of pace and topic around here...

AFSis tagged me: Post 6 weird things about yourself and tag 6 more bloggers. Leave a comment on their blogs to let them know they're tagged. As I warned AFSis, I am VERY weird. Believe, I left the weirdest stuff off this list!


1. I hate beer, wine, champagne, etc. In fact, the only intoxicating drink I've ever tried that I liked at all was mixed--a Cosmopolitan (cranberry, Grand Marnier and vodka with a lime). UPDATE: As Trias reminds me, Pina Coladas are good; I prefer them minus the alcohol, though.

2. I enjoyed reading professional nursing magazines... at age 10. Yes, ten years old.

3. Three weeks ago I backed my car into my mother's. Why is this weird? Her car was parked behind me in the carport at the time.

4. I love peanut butter... on celery, carrots, crackers, chocolate bars, banana or raisin sandwiches, pancakes, and human fingers.

5. I have never danced to music that wasn't at least 90 years old (never had the opportunity, really).

6. I'm a 30-something female who hated shopping until about six months ago. I now enjoy it sometimes, but it's still not even on my list of preferred activities to kill a few hours.

I'll post my list of tags later. I'm tagging: Sgt. B, Cassandra, Grim, Lex, Barb, and BillT... all of whom are definitely "characters" of the highest order. Which is just a nice way of saying they're weird, so this should be good! *grin*

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20 January, 2007

Kitchen Stuff

I have wanted one of these since I was a preteen. And now I have one! It's a hand-me-down, but I don't care.


To all of you out there who can afford the $200 for the cheapest model: buy it. It's the bestest kitchen thing ever. Well, that and a set of tolerable knives.

I mention the knives because last weekend we went and pulled a few of my small things out of storage. All the knives were wrapped in paper, so I just grabbed the whole bunch and figured I'd pull out one or two that were better than my mother's. I pulled out the first one and started to chop some veggies with it... heavenly! Result? My knives are now in the drawer and her's are in storage.

I've been reminded once again that the right (quality) tools make cooking an absolute joy.

Ahhhh...

P.S. Tip for the non-cooking, gift-giving husbands out there: a KitchenAid Stand Mixer is the singular kitchen equivalent of the fur coat gift.

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14 January, 2007

Go, Chargers!!!

Update: I don't know who it was out on that field today, but it wasn't the Chargers!

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01 January, 2007

Craaaazyyy!

I played some card games over at Yahoo! Games yesterday. I don't do it very often anymore--it seems the number of crazies and people with anger management issues is increasing over there. But the one I met yesterday takes the cake...

I encountered her (we'll call her A1) in a round of Hearts in which she spent a lot of time insulting me and responding to me as if she wasn't completely integrated into the same plane of reality as the rest of us. Nor insane, but very odd--lots of jumping to conclusions that I didn't to try to argue her out of. Mostly I just laughed because it was so "out in left field."

After it was over, I went to the public chat section to pick up another game. I know I shouldn't have responded, but her calling me crazy in the forum was amusing and I wanted to see what she'd say next. Then it just got a bit creepy [I don't use "FbL" as my game handle]:

A1: FbL=crazy person...beware
FbL: [wondering where in the world that came from] LMAO
Random Person: how is that funny?
A1: Must be off the meds... she can't do anything but laugh, apparently.
FbL: I've been laughing at A1.
A1: Certainly doesn't know how to play cards... just look at the sad rating [ranking].
FbL: I mistakenly thought a different card had been led and asked why A1 played certain card. It ended up with a lecture from A1 about thinking first. *rolling eyes* So that's why I'm laughing, Random Person.
A1: Delusional, too. They make meds for that... would you like me to get you some? Or suicide works. I can supply you a knife, too. Or a rope.
FbL: Sounds like a good idea, A1. I mean, if I can't have a high rating on cards, what's my life worth? That's how I define my value. *rolling eyes*
A1: I can tell.
FbL: You're hilarious, A1.
A1: So next time you should think before you try to give bad advice twice in one game. With maturity the think first speak later will come.
FbL: Advice? [beginning to have trouble following her]
vA1: Bad memory and delusions? Wow big problems
FbL: [beginning to be creeped out] Okay, I'm done talking to Loony Tunes. You're welcome to stay here and badmouth me. I mean, I care SO MUCH about what a perfect stranger thinks of me. Though you ARE amusing. Ta-ta.

At that point, I found a game to join. When I went back for another new game, I saw she'd continued posting in the main forum:

A1: early onsent alzheimers?
A1: apparently you do [care what strangers think] or you wouldn't respond
A1: feeling guilty? [I have not a clue what she thought I should feel guilty for]
A1: Learn to argue with someone down at your level next time... you will lose every time you try to speak with someone smarter than you...this is the case in point...run away and cry now.

*cue Twilight Zone music*

Okaaay...

Ya know, there are some weird people out there in Internet Land. I mean, besides me... ;)

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31 December, 2006

Whoah!!

It's been rather serious around here lately, and this caught my eye...

From Yahoo News: Sheridan Adams,9, from Thornton, Colo., catches some air while sledding at the Thornton Recreation Center, during a snowstorm, Friday, Dec. 29, 2006. (AP Photo/Jack Dempsey)

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24 December, 2006

Merry Christmas!

Dear Friends,

May you have a Merry Christmas, Happy Channukah, et cetera. Whatever your tradition and whatever your faith, may this be a time of joy and peace for you and your loved ones.

And to those of you serving our country far from home, or who have loved ones in harm's way: thank you for your courage and devotion. May this day bring you smiles, laughter, a respite from worry and fear, and the surety that you are loved and remembered. The greatest gift I could receive this Christmas is the one you bestow through your service, both here at home and around the world. Thank you--not just this Season, but every day of the year.

Affectionately,

FbL

P.S. If you're sitting in front of your computer 'cause you've had just a little too much "togetherness," here's something to keep you occupied. :)

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21 December, 2006

Yum!

I just couldn't resist...

You Are a Gingerbread House



A little spicy and a little sweet, anyone would like to be lost in the woods with you.


*wicked grin*

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18 December, 2006

Interesting...

It's just a silly online quiz, but it struck a chord with me and led to a whole lot of navel-gazing that may or may not be worthwhile:


Your Dominant Thinking Style: Visioning



You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights.

You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details.

An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path.

You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.



I can make some things happen through sheer dint of effort, regardless of ability, resources or situation. I once had a dear friend tell me that she'd never seen someone be as successful as I was in a certain area with as little background and raw ability as I had (which is nicer than it sounds, as I was existing in rather rarified air at the time and was meeting all standards).

But despite that kind of tenacity, there are things on which I've exerted far less effort that have been far more successful. And looking back, these successes are in the areas of visioning and inspiration/leadership. That's what I've finally come to accept (albeit still grudingly) about Valour-IT. I didn't do the hard work (the distribution system, etc), but I took up the idea, fleshed out the detailed vision for implementation and pitched it to the bigshots, then drew together the people (suppliers, designers, fundraisers, contacts) who made it happen. I relied heavily on the knowledge, advice and work of others to get there, but I knew without a doubt where I wanted it to go.

[Caveat: this is why I repeatedly resist the idea that I'm responsible for what Valour-IT has accomplished. I just held out the vision and trumpeted the mechanism for the vision to succeed. Everyone else worked their butts off to make it happen; I prefer the title "Nag in Chief."]

I was a great music teacher of little children because I had a vision of what they could do and I could intuitively get them there. My students did amazing things, and I never had an evaluator who found me at or below average in overall pedagogy. But at the same time, things like complicated schedules, records for every special needs student in the school, minutiae of the law and the codes of learning objectives, all the mundanity that is being a teacher and working in that environment... that was much more of a challenge. I was moderately capable of that part of it through fear-driven effort, but it was like a fish trying to spend half its time breathing air.

And I realize now that maybe that wasn't the right place for me, since public school teachers are (sadly) often rated more by their bookkeeping skills than their inspirational teaching. All those strengths that are listed at the top of this post are not appreciated (and perhaps mostly not even appropriate) in a new-ish teacher. But sadly, neither do they lend themselves to entry-level office jobs.

It's funny... I've always had big dreams and visions of how I thought things should be, of what I wanted to do. But now I see that somewhere along the way I let myself be convinced they were unreasonable or that I was incapable of implementing them. As a child I was always the one who bounced around with energy, trying to draw others into my wild activities. If not that, I wanted to be involved in what everyone else was doing and I had a reputation for being "bossy" in such circumstances. Looking back, I suspect "bossy" is just the descriptor of a child with a vision of how things should be trying out her nascent leadership skills, hehe!

Seriously, I'll never forget later in life receiving the strong and clear message over the course of years that I was not to stand out. But how does a person of crazy dreams do anything but stand out? Standing out is how you get other people to join your dream and make it happen! Standing out is what leaders do! (No, I'm not talking self-aggrandizement, just the fact that leadership literally reqires being present and known, among many more-important qualities).

And I'll also never forget how I started to change on a personal level after Valour-IT got off the ground, and what began to crystalize in my self-image after the 2005 Veterans Day fundraiser. By the time the DC trip (December 2005) was over, I felt like an entirely different person. I didn't know it then, but through Valour-IT I was living out the kind of "job" that truly fit my skills. I had a great relationship with my principal last year, and she said that whenever I talked about Valour-IT, I would "light up." She said, "All the joy and energy and faith in yourself and your dreams comes shining through when we talk about it. But when we talk about you growing as a teacher, none of that is there."

Maybe that's because even then I knew what I've only been able to articulate today: I am at my best in a job that is all about the dream, making things happen: seeing how things should be and communicating that vision to others. I think people have tried to tell me that before, but I didn't understand it.

I don't know, maybe I'll all wet here. Maybe I've got an over-inflated sense of self. I'm mostly just thinking aloud here, but since so much of what I've laid out in this post involves what many of you have said to and about me, I think I'd appreciate your input. Am I on to something here, or do I need a smack to put me back in my place?

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