Lindsey's Blog

Bear's Obsession

2009-01-24T06:35:00.000-08:00

He bit me! The terrible monster bit me. Maybe it was my fault, I don’t know. It all started over this feather. I found the feather at my mom’s house; she has guineas. I brought it home and put it in a book, like a bookmark. Bear couldn’t stay away from the book. He stood there sniffing and sniffing and sniffing. Finally, I pulled the feather out and showed it to him. I put it on the desk and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. When Robert came home from work, Bear didn’t even greet him, like he thought the feather would fly away if he left it for a moment. We put it on top of the refrigerator. Yesterday I wanted to get a picture of him looking at the feather (to post here), so I took the feather down and showed it to him again. The smell of it must have reminded him of that boyhood day when we went to visit grandma and grandpa (my mom and dad). Oh the chickens, chickens everywhere, so many to choose. Bear ran up to Robert with boyhood pride over his catch. Before I could say “No!” he snatched the feather from my hand. I grabbed his mouth to get it from him, not realizing his crazed obsession. That’s when he bit me, and this was no snap. He bit and held. I was too scared to do anything, so I had to just wait it out. It hurt my hand of course, but more than that, it hurt my feelings. I didn’t think he would ever bite me that way, holding on for a minute before letting go. I cried, because my hand and my heart were hurt. Oh well, he is a dog, a duck dog at that though not trained to be…bred to be, so I’ll have to forgive him because normally he's never aggressive.

Song of Myself

2009-01-19T08:09:00.000-08:00

Walt Whitman - the greatest American poet. Hm, I'm not so sure. I feel like I'm supposed to like his poetry, adore his poetry, be enlightened by his poetry, but I don't like it, and I'm not enlightened. In Song of Myself he drones on with very egotistical phrases such as "I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself." and "You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you nevertheless and filter and fibre your blood." and not to mention the famous "Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself (I am large, I contain multitudes.)" These are but a few of the lines that praise himself almost as a god. The poem is 1,345 lines long and here are the basics of it: I am here; I am everywhere. You are here; you are everywhere. I am you, and you are me. We are everything.

My First Real Job

2008-10-18T07:03:00.000-07:00

This past April I received a phone call from someone at the college of business where I am currently a student. She said that my computer professor recommended me for a data entry summer job at a company here in town. I could not believe it! I went for an interview and spoke with Ms. Debra. I had no experience, except for house cleaning jobs. Amazingly, she hired me. As I am a very quiet person who tends to think before speaking, I became very inspired by my new boss because her quiet leadership contradicted my view of leaders as being outspoken and extroverted. I worked all summer, and she even decided to keep me on part-time while I went to college this fall. Unfortunately, business was slow and a decision was made within the company to downsize, big time. This week I was called into Ms. Debra’s office, and she told me that they had to let me go. I was upset, but I understood. Many, many people have lost their jobs as well, including people (I’m sure) who have been with the company for many, many years. It was hard leaving, but I told everyone goodbye with tears in my eyes. I am so thankful that Ms. Debra gave me an opportunity when I had no real job experience at all. She took a chance on me and I know I proved to her that she made the right decision.