Daily Archive for November 3rd, 2006

Comments

I never require perfection from the people that comment on my journal because I know for sure I’ve been guilty of leaving comments that were really just wrong in every way. I’ve left comments that were careless, uninformed or inappropriate on more than one occasion. There was this one time that I told a girl she was wrong about saying someone in her church fell out. I told her that real falling out means the person sways back and forth while gasping. The believer holds her chest then exclaims, Sweet Jesus as she falls back into the arms of the faithful. I told her that what her fellow Christian did was hardly falling out at all. A bit of yelling and crying then falling on the floor really isn’t considered “falling out.” Of course I was kidding. I mean dang, I don’t have the rule book on “falling out” because McGraw Hill has yet to publish it. They’re always so behind on the times. So, she answers back with humor but others told me I was out of line because the church she went to was for the terminally ill. There I was joking about falling out and how to do it properly on a rather serious journal. Fortunately she took it well but her readers did not. She said it was about time someone responded with humor instead of the “we are so sorry you’re dying” comments she was use to getting. Well, had I read even two or three entries I wouldn’t have said what I said.

That comment was sooo careless. To make matters worse I did more than tell her she didn’t know how to fall out I had to go on to tell her that she said her pastor gave a good sermon but offered no clear evidence to substantiate her claims. I said a good sermon is one where an ambulance is called because no fewer than 5 members were filled with Holy Spirit resulting in injury. Why couldn’t I just leave it alone? Why couldn’t I just shut up? No, I had to talk about Holy Spirit related injuries. I clicked send and I couldn’t take it back. I’m so happy she took that well. Her readers were a whole different story.

Many times I’ve been guilty of pressing send before I thought. I was ready to spill blogger blood on more than one occasion when truthfully that kind of response was neither warranted nor was it based on accurate information. I have left some doozy comments I do mean to tell ya. Why? Is it because I’m normally an idiot? No, just that on that day I was willing to set aside the other person’s feelings so that I could unload, moan and complain. I never set out to be an idiot but it happens. Now, there are people who set out to offend. I’ve gotten a few of those comments. They’re deleted without a response because its trash and deserves to be treated as such with no attention and no acknowledgement. Those comments are different than the common blogger comment based on emotion or lack of info.

When a comment comes on a blog that is a common blogger comment they can start what I call blogger wars. I’ve seen that stuff get ugly. One thing that can change all that is to allow the mistakes of others to be seen as such and not as a personal attack. Today I wish I hadn’t been so hasty to add a sarcastic tone with my reply to J.T. Yes, his reply was uninformed and it seemed to be related to some issues of his own with race relations. But I think had I simply explained what I meant and left it alone I’d feel a bit better about it. But nooo, I had to go and say thank you for not returning. So listen, yes J.T. was not informed but to tell him not to come back is totally against my policy of “mistakes are welcome on Sundrip Journals.” I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve said something that really wasn’t accurate or that was just out and out wrong or straight up offensive. So, please ignore the last part about thank you for not returning. I pressed send based on a very emotionally draining day and not based on my usual treatment of readers or people in general. This leads me to talking about my comment policy, a topic I’ve been meaning to write about for quite some time. Instead of doing an entry I’m going to do a short page on comments so that it will be easily seen and not something that can be archived out of view. I’ll be working on that and hope to have it up by tomorrow.

Austin

Bella Survived But Will I

Bella Survived But Will I-Friday, November 03, 2006-8:50AM

My body hurts and I’m physically and emotionally exhausted beyond belief. Bella got fixed yesterday and it seems that she will be just fine still yesterday was one of those days where if anything could go wrong it would. I got so little sleep the night before because I knew I was taking Bell in to get spayed. Well, fortunately I looked up the hours for check in on the net and unlike Blossom thought we had to be there at 8:15AM not 5:15AM. Crimeny! That’s a big difference and thank goodness we got that cleared up before we showed up that early. I didn’t get much sleep anyway cause I kept thinking about losing Bella. So we got there and for me the highlight of the day was seeing all the little furry creatures and their neurotic human parents. They were all too funny. You could just about figure out a person’s personality by what animal they had and what that animal had on. There were fur coats on the tiniest dogs I’ve ever seen. They were so tiny I expected to see some little battery sleeve, someplace to put 4 AA batteries so the little legs would move. It was like, good gracious is that thing real? So they had on fur coats, jean jackets and the designer names to match. Too funny.

Well, when it was my turn I told the vet that he had to take care of my baby because I didn’t want to have to come back here acting stupid. He gave me this frightened look then started laughing. He held Bella really close and said, “She’ll be okay.” I said, well, lets hope so…for your sake I mean. He laughed. When I went out to pay my $20 for the surgery I told the volunteer that I didn’t want to have to come back acting stupid so she should make sure that Bella is comforted in any way possible. She and I were joking around a bit before I asked about volunteer opportunities. She said I could come back daily to be the comic relief for the office. I think it might have had something to do with the fact that when I first came in the worker asked me what my cats name is. It took me 3 times to answer correctly. I said, bare with me I’m working on one cup of coffee here. Well, instead of her coming to the desk to ask me this she was yelling to me with her back turned which means I had to raise my voice in that tiny place. That means everyone heard my coffee comment and everyone started laughing. I said two names I’ve never even heard before and then finally remembered MY cat’s name. Ah, so, it was a very interesting check in. Blossom and I went to pet the furry creatures waiting for a home then we went home.

Bella is back home but the first few hours were not good at all. Her gums turned white and of course that is never a good thing. Bella, full legal name Gabriella is named so because of her talkative nature. She’s a beautiful gabber. Well, the gabber was quiet and her gums were white. I knew that wasn’t right so I called the emergency number. The vet that answered was more worried about liability than Bella. I was pissed. Finally I said, fuck liability and tell me what to do for my cat. I think I shocked her with my response. She paused then told me to give her some honey or pancake syrup then in a few minutes check her gums again. I did and in a few minutes I pressed on her gums to see if they would give me any colour. They gave me just a little so I gave her a bit more honey. Thank goodness I buy the quality honey or I would have done better to give her a teaspoon of sugar. So, after the second dose of honey she seemed to get better. How many cats walk away from tuna? Bella did but after two shots of honey and about an hour she decided the tuna did look good. So, it was a very long exhausting day.

This afternoon Bell found herself right back on top of her teddy bear kneading and giving me the sleepy eyed look. So, I think we are on safe ground here. I tell ya, we get attached so quickly and fear so much that we will lose them and prove to ourselves that we should just leave well enough alone and never ever trust again….never let anyone or anything in our heart so that we can’t ever feel the pain of loss. But then that can’t happen. What would life be like if we never, ever let anyone or anything in? Risking loss is worth it because the benefits of having a connection are greater than even the pain of losing their little furry selves.

Now, if you’ll excuse me I have some pampering to do.

Joan of Arc

My Reply to J.T. about Google Search

J.T. said concerning the entry I Googled Myself:

What does being white and/or being married have to do with anything?? The sigh of relief indicates to me that you have a bias some way or some other. (“I was so pleased to find out this was a white woman who was married with a new baby. I sighed with relief, sheeshhhh! Okay, I’m good, everything is in tact.”) Actually I don’t need an answer to my question because your statement falls under the category “Stupid People,” which is a stupid category to begin with. I mean, how rude. I assume “in tact” means “intact” but you aren’t “tactful” at all.

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Dear J.T.

The comment about being happy to know she is white and married means that without a doubt she is not me. I’m an unmarried black female. There is no way to mix us up so that seems clear to me that she and I are not the same person. In tact means that I have not had any children. It was also reference to my kitten being spayed today which means she will no longer be in tact but altered. The joke was that all this means the other sundrip person is not one of my personalities. So see the word joke is operative in that sentence. The following is not…….

Thank you for not returning,
Sincerely
Austin of Sundrip Journals