All the things I can't stop thinking about before sleep
Topic: Creating My Own World
So, it is late. I am very tired, but I can’t sleep. I went to bed almost two hours ago, but I have been unable to turn my brain off. Sometimes that happens to me and it is just pointless to continue to toss and turn, possibly waking up my husband too boot. Thus, here I am at the computer typing away not really knowing what I want to say.
Lots of things are churning in my mind…a few topics off the cuff…
Politics – First, let me put on my most convincing Chandler Bing impersonation – ahem Can Sam Brownback BE
a bigger tool? I heard his comments from the Republican candidates’ pre-primary debate from the Ronald Reagan Library in Simi Valley, California regarding it being a day of freedom and liberty the day that Roe v. Wade could be overturned. Where is he pulling this nonsense from – his ass? Freedom? Restricting the rights of women to control their own reproduction is freedom? Enforcing your religious beliefs upon everyone regardless if they believe as you do or not is freedom? Please, please America do not vote for this nut job.
Why are the candidates debating morality issues like abortion and stem-cell research? What about tax reform, deficit reduction, social security, universal health care, the energy crisis, global warming, the proper funding of education, the protection of the environment, and ending the fucking war!? Hmmm, what about those pressing issues?
Why should our secular society debate topic best left to individual personal spirituality?
Friends – I got an email from my best friend, former roommate, and all around best buddy, Lisa, today. It was awesome to hear from her and to hear she was thinking about me. The email made me burst out crying, laughing and smiling all at the same time at my desk. Chicks down the hall poked their head around the corner and asked me if I was all right. Fuck yeah I was! Talk about someone who can instantly make you feel better with a four line email. That’s Lisa for sure.
Children – We’ve been having issues with Kyle lately. He hasn’t been doing his homework nor his assigned reading from his teacher. He’s been withdrawing from class interaction and becoming absorbed in reading his own books. The teacher is concerned. His bio-mom is concerned. Matt and I took action. We laid down the law, took some hard core disciplinary actions and believe it or not, IT WORKED! He had missed four days of reading and homework last week. When I picked the children up on Thursday, their mother told me this, and I promised her we’d deal with it. When we got home, I informed Matt, he agreed. He spoke to Kyle, who was then sentenced to four days no electronics, period. For a boy totally enthralled by video games, tv, movies, and the computer it was sheer torture for him. He wondered around the house for hours not knowing what to do with himself. So, I sent him on bike rides. Yep! We bought the children bikes for Christmas. The weather was perfect for biking. I gathered a few ideas, wrote down a few missions for him and his sister and away they went. I sent them to the park, to the post office, to find the steam train here in town, and to find the two closest elementary schools. They got lost, but they were outside for a collective five hours in a two day period. Fall down and get back up again, that has got to be a record for these kids.
So, I picked up the children today for a weekend visit as next weekend is Mother’s Day and they will be with their bio-mom for that. I was informed that Kyle did his homework each night during the week, and all his assigned reading, turning everything on time, and impressing his teacher. His father and I are pleased and we praised him when I got him home and we could talk. With less than 18 days of school left though, I don’t know how much improvement we can get in to him so it will make a difference on his end of the year report card. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Time travel – What if time could be folded and we could travel backwards and forwards or sideways; meaning into alternative realities of our own timeline? Would it be right to go back and alter history to prevent terrible deaths or disasters? Can you imagine someone stopping the Titanic from being built because the iron was infested with faults? What if Julius Caesar hadn’t been murdered, nor his son via Cleopatra? What would the world be like if Hitler had won? Or if the Vikings, Columbus, and other explorers never found ‘The New World’ or at least delayed finding if for, say, three hundred years? What if the US had never developed nuclear weapons? What if the Bolsheviks didn’t win? What if the Prophet Mohammad had never been born? See – this is the kind of stuff that rattles around in my head.
If the Prophet Mohammad had never been born and there was no Islamic religion, then the Christian Armenian people who were slaughtered by the Islamic Turks would never have been killed. My ancestors who escaped the genocide probably would have stayed in what is now modern day Turkey, never coming to the United States. Most likely, my mother would never have been born, and then neither would I.
If Hitler had won…well, would he have stopped with just Europe? Probably not, but let’s say he didn’t and he beat America and Germany invaded the United States. I don’t know how that would happen since there aren’t that many Germans and Americans would have killed any invaders on sight should they come goose-stepping down main street. Anyway, what IF he had won? Then, there probably would be no Jews left alive today, or Muslims. I don’t see how he could ally himself with Japan, but I think the world would be divided roughly in half. Asia and the Pacific Rim dominated by Japan, and Europe, Africa, and the Americas dominated by Germany. I think millions more would have died. I don’t know if my Grandparents would have ever gotten married or not. My Grandfather could pass for an Arian wonder-boy…blonde hair, blue eyes, white skin, et al. He would have been the poster child, yet my grandmother was decided ethnic looking – being full blooded Armenian. Although, being a devote Catholic, I doubt she would have been hauled away, so who knows? I still think I wouldn’t have been born though.
Winning a SuperLotto Powerball Jackpot of $500,000,000 – What would I do with half a billion dollars? I would certainly pay off all my friends and family’s debt. Buy everyone a house and car. Then, I would establish trust funds for both Matt’s children, and my brother’s children – contingent upon them being accepted to a four year college or university of their choice. The trust would be set up to pay all of their expenses while they were in college, and as long as they maintained a B average and made adequate yearly progress towards a degree, they wouldn’t have to worry about money. Then after they took extensive courses in financial management, financial planning, budgeting, investing etc, they’d each come into something like $5 million. I’d do the same for Matt’s sisters Kayla and Deanna, although Dee is finishing her junior year in college right now. I’d send Matt’s parents on the most luscious and pampered vacation of their choice, something like a five star around the world cruise that took like 180 days or more to complete. They could have massages every day and personal trainers to help them get flexible and in shape for travel and exploring all the neat places they would be visiting. They’d have the biggest most comfortable cabin on board the ship, and a maid to clean up after them. They could take gourmet cooking classes and learn how to do all the interesting things they’ve ever wanted to. Being that Matt’s father is a preacher and his mother a stay at home, they have never experienced anything in the way of that kind of luxury ever. I’d basically do the same for my mother and Don, and my father and Pat. Whatever super fabulous vacation they wanted to take, that’s their special gift. Besides that, I’d set all of them up so they wouldn’t ever have to work again, and they could retire and live peacefully for the remainder of their days. Both my father’s male relatives and Matt’s father’s male relatives don’t live past the mid-sixties, with the exception of my father’s great-grandfather Barney. I’d like to see both my dad and Ed become octogenarians or older.
I’ve often thought if I had that kind of money, I’d buy an island. I have looked into it and it isn’t as expensive as it sounds. There are a few that are very interesting to me now and I don’t have that kind of money. LOL. Matt laughs at me.
I do know that I would invest a HUGE chunk of it in very secure high interest yield something or others and live my life on the interest. See, all those things I listed above, they wouldn’t even spend 20% - $100,000,000 – of the winnings. Even if I put the $400,000,000 in some interest bearing checking account or money market that paid 4%, it would make $1,757,494 A MONTH. See – here is where the budget analyst part of my brain just won’t shut off.
I’ve even thought about establishing my own university with the money. Or, buying all the dilapidated homes in Wellington or Wichita, fixing them up and donating them to the homeless – that’s one of my favorite dreams. Giving a homeless person an opportunity to fix up their own home, paying for all the expense of making it a very comfortable and decent place to live, while giving them the experience and knowledge to either join the construction field as an employee or by becoming and independent contractor. It would take some time to get all those homes fixed, so they’d be employed for a few years or so, enough to get them re-established in society.
I’ve dreamt about buying thousands of acres of farm land and returning it to its natural state, releasing buffalo, wolves, deer, swine, turkeys, pheasants, coyote, etc. and re-establishing the native fish populations. Recreating huge preserves so native species can thrive would be awesome. Hiring individuals to eradicate the exotics from the prairie land would be a major expense but worth it.
See, here it is an hour later. More tired, but still wide awake. We’ll, I am going to give it another try.
Just another look inside the ever twirling mind of Ali.