First Gay Caveman

Apparently  archeologist found the “First Gay Caveman.” The skeleton remains of a male were found in Prague suburb in the Czech Republic dating the remains around 2900-2500BC. They figure he is gay or homosexual by the position of the body.

“From history and ethnology, we know that people from this period took funeral rites very seriously so it is highly unlikely that this positioning was a mistake," said lead archaeologist Kamila Remisova Vesinova.
"Far more likely is that he was a man with a different sexual orientation, homosexual or transsexual," she added. According to Corded Ware culture which began in the late Stone Age and culminated in the Bronze Age, men were traditionally buried lying on their right side with their heads pointing towards the west, and women on their left sides with their heads pointing towards the east. Both sexes would be put into a crouching position. The men would be buried alongside weapons, hammers and flint knives as well as several portions of food and drink to accompany them to the other side. Women would be buried with necklaces made from teeth, pets, and copper earrings, as well as jugs and an egg-shaped pot placed near the feet”
-According to the Teleograph.com and many other online magazines and reporters.
This ancient man was buried in the typical fashion a female would be buried. There isn’t much to explain why he was buried this way so the skeptical answer would be to claim him gay or a transvestite.

This opens a lot of questions for me like…
*Is this an April fool’s joke?
*Maybe he liked dressing up in his wife's clothes and that's how they want to remember him.
*What if he was bisexual?
*What if he was an outcast in his culture and so they buried him that way.

That last question makes my mind trail off… With this new discovery, Does that mean homosexuals have been always looked down upon or at some point in history someone thought it to be wrong. I don’t think we’ll ever really know what they were thinking. Or anyone past recorded time was thinking.

All I know is I'll never look at a Geico caveman commercial the same again.

So I leave this in the hands of you, reader. What are some questions you can generate and what do you think?

Side note: One blogger commented: "How do you know it's not a woman's skeleton....Easy! It's mouth was closed."

What's that place where you live called?

"There's no place like home!" Dorothy recited as she clicked her Firey-red pumps.

Home. It's a place to go after a long day to rest your weary feet. It's a place for families to grow and memories to be made. It's one of the first things you learn to draw as a youngster. (My home was made of stick figures)  In computer terminology, a 'home' may refer to a starting view that branches off into other tasks. Old people have homes too! They're called nursing homes.

Any way you look at it home is a starting foundation. The base to one's life. A house is not a home. A house is a place where you store your crap and sleep. In the morning you get up, leave, go about your daily business, and then return to do the same thing over. It has no sentimental value.  No reason to really return to other than you want your crap or you're tired.

A house can store people too. Sometimes you come home and people are eating your food or wearing your clothes. Sometimes these people are related to you. Being related to someone and living in the same place does not make a house a home. What makes a home with people  depends on the people. If they are tolerant, undemanding, and sometimes, I don't know, maybe give a rat's backside then they could possible, just maybe, almost care about anyone more than themselves ;perhaps, they could be your family. A home is not a place where conflict overrides everything. You shouldn't be able to cut the tension with a butter knife that is in your kitchen drawer .  Yes, both a house and a home have kitchens.  If you come home only when you have to; am stressed to the max; can't find common ground with the people in your kitchen; then you, my friend, are living in a house and not a home. It shouldn't have to be like that. It's unhealthy. When the foundation is cracked, the whole place starts to rumble.

This especially sucks when you are a minor and can't legally leave the house. Nor do you probably have the resources to support yourself. Everyone has troubles within their homes and every home is different. I know a few people that don't grasp how lucky they are to have a home. They have a bed to return to and know they're world isn't going to shift dramatically the next day when they wake. Or sometimes they don't realize that they don't need to fix what isn't broken. What really ticks me off is the people that make up stuff about their house-hold because they are bored. Just because you have it remotely good isn't a bad thing. You don't have to flaunt it but you don't have to deny it. It's okay to be a little happy. Making your life seem different doesn't do justice to anyone. I guess that's why homes are a big deal. It 's because they are your life.

"That's what life is. A series of rooms. And who you get stuck in the rooms with adds to what your life is." - A patient of the T.v. series House.

The people- the family- that lives in your house is what makes a home.

Even after Dorothy woke up in midget land, found a heart for a tin man, associated with a Cowardly lion, and battled some flying mutant monkeys, she still clicked her shoes and came home to the ruins of a tornado.

There's No Place Like Home.

Break Me off a Piece of that Kit-Kat Bar

Arkansas

Ahh spring break. The time when girls go wild and people take vacations. It’s not nearly as fun as summer but it ranks up there with no school hiatuses.

This year I went to Arkansas with my friend Anne Whalen and Gabi Francis. We also went the previous spring break. Arkansas falls into many stereotypes. Insiest, 22 cars in people’s lawns, hicks in small towns, and on and on and on. I would just like to inform you that this is all true. But! People neglect many other fine qualities about Arkansas.

For starters let’s talk about the environment. The air is very clean. Coming back to mason felt like I was coming back to a place filled with smog and dry ice compared to breathing the air there. This is probably due to the fact that Arkansas falls at the base of the Ozark Mountains where trees are a must. The land is beautiful. We go at the ugliest time of the year and it is still so beautiful. At Gene’s farm…

…Side note. Gene is Anne’s Mom’s best friend. She is who we go down to see in Arkansas and rent a cabin with. She is a wonderful lady full of wisdom and spirit. Her out look on life and every day is brilliant. If everyone saw and acted the way Gene did, this world would be a better place. I could talk to her for hours…

…Anywho! At Gene’s farm she has a water well. That is where all her water comes from. It is honestly the purest and tastiest water you could ever encounter. Because it comes from a well, it is also the most natural as you can get. I filled a water bottle of it and to this day I still have some in my fridge. Ummm, well water.

 Her and her husband live very simple. They have a small cabin (about the size of Mr. Dykstra’s room or smaller) where they live. Gene’s husband farms old-school with mules. They do not have tractors. Everything is manual. Gene has recently planted her own garden and will soon be getting most of their food from that.

The towns in Arkansas are very small. On the plus side, the people are extremely friendly and interesting. It’s hard not to pick up an accent when talking to the people, but to keep from looking really stupid and making it embarrassingly awkward you have to watch your tongue so you don’t get that southern twang. It’s clear when you don’t have it in front of them so to pick it up in the middle of a conversation would make you look like a tard.

The women that we get to spend time with are one-of-a-kind. They’re all like Gene! (Gene still has some of her own qualities) The women are soo down to earth. You couldn’t be more down to earth unless you were Mother Nature herself. They love every form of life and believe all life should be cherished. To them every tree matters, every rock has it’s place, and the wind tells stories of our past. To be able to sit around a campfire with them and soak up their meaning and their joy is truly a life changing experience. Plus it is fun. For some reason they can all sing rather well and that is what we do. We sing old songs. We sing new songs. But mostly we sing songs that we make up on the spot. And we shout our woman power!

Our first day this year, was quite interesting. We were chased by coyotes! Yay! Adventures! Yeah! What an adrenaline rush. I tell ya. Whoooo. We, of course, went into survival mode. What a great way of starting out a vacation. Should of taken Monk, the half wolf half husky, with us.

I wish I were sitting under the starry sky of Arkansas right now soaking up the air and singing the songs of the wind. Okay, I’m going to stop sounding like Pocahontas now.

Peace. Punch. Captain Crunch.

Life Lessons

Welcome back children. This blog I'm going to inform you in what I think is important Life lessons. After browsing the internet and having 16 years of life this is what I've gathered:

1.      Being an adult can be fun when you are acting like a child.

2.      Love has nothing to do with looks, but everything to do with time, trust, and interest.

3.      Laughing, crying, joy and anger… All are a vital. All make us human.

4.      The greatest truths in life are uncovered with simple, steady awareness.

5.      Greed will bury even the lucky eventually.

6.      Bad things do happen to good people.

7.      Paving your own road is intelligent only if nobody has gone exactly where you are going.

8.      Uncertainty is caused by a lack of knowledge. Hesitation is the product of fear.

9.      Time heals all wounds…regardless of how you feel right now.

10.  Most of the time what you are looking for is right in front of you.

11.  You health is your life

12.  Chance is a gift, so act on chance when given the opportunity.

13.  Kindness and hard work will take you further than intelligence.

14.  People deserve a second chance, but not a third.

15.  Marry your best friend.

16.  Take lots of pictures. Someday you’ll be really glad you did.

17.  Money makes life easier only when the money is yours free and clear.

18.  Carelessness is the root of failure

19.  Your actions now create memories you will reminisce and talk about in your elder years.

20.  Stepping outside of your comfort zone will put things into perspective from an angle you can’t grasp now.

21.  Motivation comes in short bursts. Act while it’s hot.

22.  Purposely ignoring the obvious is like walking backwards toward the enemy.

"Don't take life so seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways."

Knot On My Hair Dryer

This morning, at 5:32 am (hence morning), I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror. My hair was dripping wet, my eyes were half way closed, and I stood there staring at the knot in my hair dryer cord trying to build up the energy to de-knot it. I asked myself, “ Why I do this? Why do I agree to get up at the butt crack of dawn to get on a bus and spend the whole day at a speech contest?”

My life goes a little like this:

February 10, 12, & 13: Follies.

Before follies I had many late nights of rehearsals in preparation of the show.

I don’t even get a break to catch up on sleep and homework before the next big thing starts.

Thursday 17: Day one of dance team tryouts. After spending the day at school ( not by choice) I go to DT tryouts. Later that evening, I help out a few friends + homework.

Friday 18: Day two of dance team tryouts. After dancing I help some girls with the dances until late in the evening out of my generosity.

Saturday 19: spend most of the day at the studio dancing and helping people.

Sunday 20: [{God’s day} church] Tryouts! That extremely stressful and took several hours out of the day. Then I got to do homework for the rest of the night.

Now for this past week:

Monday: I don’t remember this day but I’m pretty sure I came home from school and completely crashed. I got up later  and did some more damn homework.

Tuesday: Right away after school, I get my allergies shots. Tuesday is also the night I assist teach dance. –later more homework.

Wednesday: homework then dance till sometime after 10.

Thursday: I had to help my mother with something that should have taken less then a ½ hour but accumulated to about 3 hours.  Then I spent the rest of the evening doing homework and trying to get my photos together to turn in the next day for the CIML art show.

Friday:  I was having troubles with the photos; so in the morning I got up early to print them. I ended up going to Hy-vee drug store 3 times. 3 Times! The machines were having trouble reading the format from which my photos were saved as.  I had to go buy some photo paper, some ink cartridge, and go to a friend’s house to print the photos that didn’t turn out how they were suppose to. I stayed at school until 5pm handing in my photos for the CIML art contest and preparing my speech with my teacher.

Saturday: I got up at 5am to go to a speech contest that took all day. Exhausted from the week, I fell asleep on the gym bleachers in Riceville. 

Busy is the adjective to describe my life. I get very little sleep. My room is always messy; because by the end of the day, It’s my last concern with the very little energy I have. I have homework every single day because I do not take study halls. I’ve never had a study hall and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I had one anyways. There are too many things I want to do to waste a period of the day in a study hall. There is no internet at my house at the moment. It is not working so doing homework is even more difficult when I have to change my location to get it done. I miss my friends. I rarely get to see them or hang out with them because I always have something going on. When I do get to see them, I’m not as energetic at they are because chances are if I have time to see them then I’m not moving in hyper mode trying to get something done. My body is falling apart and I am tired.

This is normal for me. If it wasn’t this it would be something else.

So why do I do this?

I do this because I love too. This is how I have always been. I love to be involved and do something worth wild. I know that if I didn’t keep busy I would be even more of a procrastinator. I wouldn’t know how to function. Because I have very little time, it condenses me to doing the stuff I need to do now rather than putting it off because I will have time later. I feel bad for the kids that never get to experience something equivalent to state or districts, or any sort of high pressure competition. To never feel the stress, rush, and pressure that drives you would not be worth everything else you have to go through in this crappy time period of your life. Weather you win or lose, the journey that builds you up (that builds your character) is worth it in the end.  My accomplishments mean so much more to me because I know I’ve earned it, and that is something I can take with me for the rest of my life.

So I will continue to get up in the morning with my dripping wet hair, come home late at night, and do again the next day.

I was asked, “Do you think you are a hard worker?”

My answer is yes. I work hard at trying to keep sane.

Stuck in the Middle

Middle Child Syndrome!  It exists ladies and gentlemen!  Urban Dictionary would describe it as an emotional scarring condition.
Middle children are known for ending up with the things that are too big for the baby in the family and too small for the oldest.  It is a known fact the youngest and oldest are treated differently than the middle child for the oldest is the first child (aka favorite)  and the smallest is the baby (aka the last child) known for getting whatever they desire because they are the "baby."

I would know this firsthand for I am the middle child in my family. The first-born sibling is put on a pedestal and the youngest sibling gets away with the most. The middle child is just sort of…there.  We do not get noticed as much or we have to work that much harder for the attention of our parents. Many studies say the second-borns pull away from social situations or stay close to themselves. I find this only to be true to a select few. The middle children that I know are open in social situations, because they have to put themselves out there to be noticed therefore they are comfortable socially.

It is also said that the first-borns tend to be more intelligent. I think that is due to the fact that they are more nurtured from the beginning. They are child number one.

The second-born tends to be more creative. This holds true in my family. Let’s face it compared to my sister and brother I have already lived a more creative life. One time when my sister and I fought about where the feminine protection product pads should go in our new house. She threw them all scattered in my room while screaming profanities. I, on the other hand, thought I had a more creative way to dispose of the pads while holding strong in the fight. I took the sticky off the back and put the pads across my sister’s bedroom door. I wrote out “you suck” with pads and scribbled red marker on many of the pads. This was far more creative way to take out my stress. I was trying to ease the tension and let’s face it, It was funny.

Anywho, The third-born is known to have a good sense of humor or to be funny.

Middle children also tend to be more independent. This probably comes from them feeling as they don’t belong in the family for their whole lives or that they are treated differently. Many parents will deny that they play favoritism. It happens! Parents will favor the child that is more like them.

If you don't believe me you can google it! Famous middle children you have seen on tv...Lisa Simpson from the Simpsons or Cindy from the Brady Bunch.

I think if you’re going to have children two is a good number. I suggest having a boy first and then a girl. ( Like you get to choose right? Ha! No…) An older sister will more likely be vicious to her younger sibling when pms hits her or she’s frustrated with the world. She will take it out on her sibling. An older brother may do this also, but I find that they have a more protection streak over their younger sibling. Both girl and boy will be somewhat protective over their younger sibling but a guy dominates in this area.

Let us prevent middle child syndrome in the future. Parents do not neglect your second-born. (Parents, don’t neglect any of your children) Parents should also never compare siblings to each other. Parents need to reward and treat their accomplishments individually.

We love middle children. They are the best. J

"My mom should of stopped after me."

So Cliche It Must Be Love

"I love you more than when you began reading this sentence!"

They say hate is a strong word. Love is just as strong, if not stronger. Yet it gets thrown around like nothing. It is constantly being taken out of context and supplemented as pleased. Granted, It could be applied to many things. “I love to dance because it’s my passion. Or “I love to sleep because my body is sleep deprived.” Those are simple forms of love. Love is different in people and in things. For instance, the way a teacher loves their student. They way someone loves their dog. The way a child loves their blankie.

                What love is not is immature and naive relationships or what I like to call “middle school relationships.” For starters, I don’t understand the concept of “going out” in middle school. I mean, Where you going? No where far obviously or at least not without the permission of your parents and car pooling to a public place like the mall or movies.  The best part is spending a whole week in a “relationship” because it’s cool. If you make it two weeks then you must be in love! Wrong. As exciting as it may be it most likely is not love. It’s probably indigestion.

Girls are especially fond of that word. Countless times a girl will say to another girl “love you” after almost everything.  Many conversations are ended with “love ya” “Luv U” “heart you” and so on and so forth. We cannot forget the symbols for love. “<3” or numbers “143”

                I think people should not take Love out of context because when used properly it can be powerful. I yet to have fully experience this. I hear it’s worth the wait. Don’t tell someone you love them because it’s the thing to do.

"The true meaning of Love:
It it's because of his eyes or his lips or his great body, it's not love...It's lust.
It it's because of his intelligence, it's not love...It's admiration.
If it's because he cries every time you try to leave, it's not love...It's pitty.
If it's because he makes you forget to study and sleep, it's not love...It's infactuation.
...Love is when you do not know why you seem to be atrracted to a person...Love has its reason...and the reason is unknown."