Showing posts with label learning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label learning. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 13

Zonks and Breezy ask questions


My nieces are starting to notice and ask questions about the world around them. They see that people outside of their family do things differently, and they want to know why. Sometimes the questions are a little impertinent, but they are always honest.

One of my favorite conversations of late happened during family dinner last week. My mom (Grammy), my brother David, Breezy, Zonks, and I were all sitting together at one end of the table:
Me: Thanks, Mom.
Zonks: You just called Grammy "Mom." Is she your mom?
Me: Yep.
Zonks: She's daddy's mom, too.
Me: Yes, she is. Who else's mom is she?
Zonks: (Thinking about it) David?
David and Me: Yes.
Zonks: Is she Heidi's Mom?
Me: No, but she is Heidi's husband's mom.
Zonks: Aaron?
Me: Yes. Who else?
Breezy: (She has been listening in) Peter?
Me: Yes, she's Peter's mom, too! So, if David and I have the same mom, what does that make us?
Zonks: (Looks a little confused)
Me: David is my...?
Zonks: (Tentatively) Brother?
Me: Yes! Just like the G-unit is your brother!
Zonks: (Turns to David) Why do you have a beard?
Hahaha! I love her logic! We beat that conversation to death, so she changed the subject. Or she simply wanted to know. David answered her question about the beard in a manner Zonks apparently thought satisfactory, and then turned back to me.
Zonks: Did you know that some mommies have fur on their shoulders (she indicates her armpit) and they shave it off so their shoulders are smooth?
Me: I did know that.
Zonks: Do you shave your shoulders?
Me: Yes.
Zonks: Can I see?
Me: (Giggling) Yes. (I show her my armpit, and she feels the skin)
Zonks: (Awed) So much hair is gone.
Awesome, right?

Other questions they have asked me include:

  • When did you move away from Grammy and Boppa's house?
  • Why do you live by yourself? Can I come to your house?
  • Why aren't you married?
  • When are you going to get married?
  • Where is your husband?
  • Are you going to have a baby?

I wish I knew the answers to those last four!

These little girls are wonderful. I love that they are growing and curious and that they trust me enough to ask questions and accept my answers -- however simple or foreign -- as truth. I am lucky and grateful to have them in my life!

Monday, February 10

Concealed weapons class

My friend Derek is an ex-Marine and very passionate about gun safety and knowledge. He teaches a Utah State Concealed Carry permit class, and in the interest of trying something new and wanting to be more informed, I decided to go.* There has been so much talk of increased legislation and tragedies surrounding guns. I thought it might ease my mind to be better informed.

I wasn't at all sure what to expect going in. Would we be firing actual weapons or simply listening to a lecture? Would there be a lot of people there? Do I even want to get my Concealed Firearm permit?

I certainly did not expect it to be as interesting as it was.**

It was a four-hour class, and most of it was a lecture. Derek is a theatre guy***, so he knows how to keep it from getting boring. He had plenty of videos to illustrate his points, and plenty of stories and personal experiences to share. As I said, he's an ex-Marine and a trained instructor. He's also a husband and father of two daughters -- a three year old and (at the time) a two month old -- so safety is VERY important to him. He's of the opinion that the more people know how to properly handle life-threatening situations, and the more they know about guns in general, the safer people will be.

The class covered the following types of things:

  • Concealed carry laws in Utah. Apparently, there are different laws for different states. If you take your weapon to another state you better know the laws there, too.
  • Gun safety. As I said, as the father of two little girls he was passionate about this and had some good advice about teaching kids about how dangerous guns are, since many accidents in the home are due to curiosity and ignorance.
  • Situations where it is appropriate to use a weapon. A room crowded with people? Not appropriate. Someone yelling at you on your doorstep but not being physical with you? Also not appropriate. An obviously aggressive person charging at you in a parking lot while swinging a baseball bat? Probably appropriate.
  • Different types of guns and how to handle them. Derek explained the different parts of a gun and how they work. He brought in several weapons; he was the only one allowed to touch them (something of a relief).
  • Pros and cons of different types of concealed holsters.
  • Pros and cons as to why we might want to own or carry a weapon. He talked about things like being a target to others if they know we are carrying a weapon, how some parents might not let their kids play with kids whose parents keep guns in the house, and how a person can be ostracized for shooting a gun in public, even in defense.
Derek ended with an analogy about sheep and wolves. He said that the sheep are regular people -- those who are not willing or able to carry weapons but are grateful for those who do. They are glad for the protection, even if they aren't entirely comfortable with the concept. The wolves are the selfish, evil, mentally ill people who needlessly harm others. The sheepdogs are the good people who carry weapons and will use them to protect the sheep, because they know the evil people exist and the sheep need protecting.

The one thing Derek said that has really stayed with me is this question: Would you actually be able to shoot another human being, whatever the circumstance? Even if it was a choice between that person or me where I could be killed if I didn't shoot? Could I live with myself afterwards? Honestly, I don't know if I could. Maybe it's one of those things I'll never know unless in that situation, which I hope never happens (but if I wait to decide until that hypothetical day, it will be too late). 

Will I actually get my permit or buy a gun? I haven't decided. When honest with myself, I cannot imagine myself ever shooting someone. As a single woman, it isn't a bad idea to protect myself against intruders (I've been having a lot of dreams lately of people intending to do me mortal harm). I could possibly see myself getting a gun to keep at home. But, again, could I really shoot someone? I have shot rifles at targets and had a marvelous and safe time, but shooting at a human being in an uncontrolled environment terrifies me. So many things could go wrong, including the intruder getting a hold of the gun and using it against me. Of course, practice would help me be better prepared and less afraid. I don't know.

What I DO know is that I am glad that I took the class. Even if I don't get my permit, I feel safer knowing that there ARE so many rules. If everyone is as conscientious as Derek and my dad, then I worry less about other permitted shooters. To actually be issued a concealed weapons permit, the person has to pass all kinds of background checks and be completely clean -- I got a speeding ticket a few months ago and I'm a little worried it would keep me from being cleared. I am so, so grateful for the men and woman who know how to properly handle weapons and use them lawfully to protect the innocent. I wish there were more of them (there are probably more than I suspect)!

If you're interested in taking the class, let me know and I can send you his information, or you can contact Double Tap Personal Defense on Facebook. Regardless of whether you get a permit, the class is not very expensive and well worth your time.


*For some reason, my taking the concealed weapons class has surprised a lot of people. There is so much you don't know about me!

**I also didn't expect it to be taught in the party room at a frozen yogurt shop (I can only imagine what the average patron thought if they glanced in the room during the class) but that ended up not mattering, except that I had to get some fro-yo before I left.

***My mom thought it was hilarious when we went to a play together and I pointed Derek out as the guy who taught the concealed weapons class. Theatre takes all kinds, people, and we definitely need those buff, masculine guys!

Wednesday, January 29

A lesson from Butch and Woim

While watching The Little Rascals with my nephew, and most of the rest of my family, the G-child taught me a rather interesting little lesson.

We were watching a scene where one of the protagonists stands up to two bullies, Butch and Woim. The G-child said something about how "that's what you're supposed to do with bullies" and I said:

"That's what I did."

G-child and my mom were both surprised and said at about the same time, "You had a bully?"

"Yep."

"When?" I can't believe I hadn't told my mom about this.

When I was in seventh grade, there was a girl in my Gym class named Alexis (Gym class, how cliché is that? As if changing clothes in front of a bunch of other people isn't stressful enough). I still don't know why she hated me. She'd say mean things to me and generally act as though my mere presence bugged her. One day when we were playing softball she threw her mitt and hit at my face. It hurt but I didn't tell the teacher about it, because I knew it would make things worse. But my friends went to the teacher on my behalf and, as I thought, it DID make Alexis mad. She came to me in the locker room the next day with two "big" friends and told me she was going to beat me up.

I was a skinny kid and prone to crying when stressed, but for some reason I decided that day to stand up for myself. I said, "I don't want to fight you, but if you want to hit me, go ahead." I didn't want to get hit and I was afraid she would actually do it. Instead, she just made fun of me, repeating in a nasal voice "I don't want to fight you." Then she and her friends walked away. The weirdest part? We were friends after that. Not close friends, but she respected me. She even signed my eighth grade yearbook.

I was pretty lucky -- some bullies might not have backed off so easily. I still don't know why she had been so mean to me. I'm surprised I had the confidence as a skinny, emotional thirteen year-old to tell that girl she could hit me when I really didn't want her to.

After I told him and my mom the details, the G-child was amazed. "You mean it really works?"

"It worked for me."

"Huh."

We finished watching the movie and laughed our heads off when Butch and Woim got their comeuppance.

It's cool when I get to have conversations with him like this. They confirm that he is growing up. He is learning and asking questions about the world around him. We don't have a lot of common interests at the moment, but I love him and he loves me. I don't know if anyone else in my family was bullied, so I'm glad I could be an example for my nephew. I am really proud of him and the person he is.

I saw this article today and thought it had some really great advice. Kids need to know that it isn't ok to be bullied or to be bullies, and they need to know when they have hard times that they'll be supported by the people who love them, no matter what:

Happy Wednesday!
G and me

Monday, December 16

Jury Duty

This month brought a new experience for me:

Jury Duty

This phrase strikes fear into the heart of a lot of U.S. citizens, and I confess that I wasn't thrilled with the timing of the initial notice (right before my birthday and Disneyland trip) but by the time they actually called me in I was kind of looking forward to it. I was definitely looking forward to a change from the regular work day!

Fortunately, I was called to a less-severe court than those that do murder trials and such. One of the cases I was called for was for theft. I arrived bright and early and waited in a room with about 20 other people for an hour. During that time, nearly everybody complained about how inconvenient it was. I mean, sure, none of us asked to be there, but do you have to whine the whole time? It doesn't change anything... it just makes me not like you :P Although, I admit I felt a little sorry for the woman who had been called in every two years like clockwork for the last 16 years. That would be annoying (knock on wood)!

Also, I noticed quickly that I was overdressed. I had on a sweater and heels and a sheath skirt... most other people were wearing jeans. Nice jeans, but they definitely looked more comfortable than I. That's what I get for dressing like I'm on an episode of Drop Dead Diva! Now I know for next time.

Finally, we were called in to meet with the judge and we assumed to be vetted for duty. That's when the judge said that not enough witnesses had shown up for either case, so we could go home.

Oh. Okay.

She gave us a chance to ask questions, and a few people did, but I was out of there by 9:30. Since I had the day off from work, I went home and took a nap and it was awesome!

So, my first foray into the world of justice was a little anti-climactic. Ah, well, at least I won't be called for at least another two years!

Have you ever served on a jury? What was it like? What was the case like? Are you excited to do it again?

Friday, February 15

Stretchin' my dancin' feet

"Come and meet those dancin' feet!"
Wednesday, I took my first tap class in almost ten years! The last class I took was in college. A year later I got to show off my stuff in 42nd Street, but my skills have pretty much languished since then.

I admit, I hoped the class would go something like this (well, it did until about 35 seconds into this clip):


Nope. I have a LOT of catching up to do, plus, there were some steps I had never seen before, and some bad habits I need to break. It's pretty cool the way the teacher was able to make this an "all-level" class, so that those who had never taken a class, those who were really good, and those like me in the middle all got to work together. The teacher and several other students are my friends, so I was able to feel slightly less nervous than I would have otherwise.

I told myself I wasn't allowed to get upset or frustrated. It was the first class in ten years! How could I expect to be perfect? I was pleased at how much I do remember, and am excited about all the stuff I have to learn. It will definitely take some work and patience over the next couple of months, but it's going to be amazing when I can do it all (or, at least more of it than I can now)! Hopefully then I won't completely embarrass myself when I start auditioning for some dance shows later this year.

And someday, I hope to be able to surprise people, like this:


My jaw dropped on the floor the first time I saw this. Is there anything Steve Martin can't do?!!!!

Monday, November 5

SYMIHC: The History of Underwear

I think I've mentioned before that I listen to the Stuff You Missed In History Class podcast. The subjects are fun and interesting, and I like the easy-going, conversational style of the hosts and guest hosts. The subjects vary quite a lot (sports, wars, people, and so forth for quite a few different countries and time periods) and they love getting requests from their listeners. I have learned a lot while the show helped keep me awake through many a work day and road trip!!

Since I just did two plays where I was required to wear a corset, I found this recent podcast fascinating. Funny how the history of underwear can be so fascinating!
(I should warn you that this podcast is quite a bit longer than usual. It's about 50 minutes long, but most are between 20 and 30 minutes.)

If you're at all interested in other historical topics, here are some of my favorite podcasts, many of which can be downloaded for free on iTunes:
  • How the Underground Railroad Worked
  • How the 1916 Shark Attacks Worked
  • The Birth of Frankenstein and the Vampyre
  • Rival Queens: Mary Stuart and Elizabeth I
  • Victoria and Albert
  • Who was Rosie the Riveter?
  • How the Great Wall of China Works
  • Mutiny on the Bounty
  • Was Satchel Paige the greatest pitcher in history?
Now, go learn something!