Strike, Dance, Rise!

Tomorrow, we Rise!

Go out. Walk out. Raise your hands and take a stand. Dance in the streets.

“On V-Day’s 15th Anniversary, 14 February 2013, we are inviting ONE BILLION women and those who love them to WALK OUT, DANCE, RISE UP, and DEMAND an end to this violence. ONE BILLION RISING will move the earth, activating women and men across every country. V-Day wants the world to see our collective strength, our numbers, our solidarity across borders.”  -onebillionrising.org

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Tomorrow, we’ll be dancing on the local college campus to take a stand & show our support. “We” being me & my brother’s girlfriend (awesome flash mob of two! haha), and maybe a handful of other people who might show up.

Take a moment tomorrow (& everyday) & dance. If not for the movement, then just because you can. 🙂

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Robot Wanted

I’m exhausted. The end!
No, I’m kidding. Well, not about the exhausted part. That would be a boring thing to kid about. My sense of humour is wayyy better than that (or so I like to tell myself).

I went to do an assessment/training for a new job today. I think I did fairly well, I’ll find out in a few days. It’s a factory job. I’ve been in childcare for 13 years, at one childcare center, but I resigned that position last month (long, ranty post about that coming, no doubt). I’ve never worked a factory job. Heck, I’ve never even been on the production floor of a factory. Today I went for the assessment, for a Toyota plant.

I did not get to build a robot. *sulk*

  no robots

I did, however, do a lot of repetitive tasks, bunches of lifting, and some kickbutt drilling. Would have been better if I was getting paid for the four hours I was there, but alas, they waved their cutlasses about and I was without my Jack Sparrow hat, so I agreed to a non-paid assessment/testing.

 Image Johnny Depp. Dreamy sigh.
What? Where was I? Oh, right.

After the hour’s drive home, I prompty and enthusiastically…  sat my butt down on the couch and fell asleep for about 30 minutes. My hubby & our roommate (my brother’s lovely girlfriend is staying with us) came home half an hour after I dozed off, and I whined about hunger, as I hadn’t eaten since 6:30 a.m. Legit whining, it was 1 pm! Hubby offered to fix me food. I growled out something incoherent, and it was decided that wifey (me!) and roomie should go out for Chinese food. Yum.

I’ve spent the last hour learning a dance (“Break The Chains”) for the 1 Billion Rising movement, which will be taking place on Lovey-Gooey Day. That’s Valentine’s Day in street terms. Image

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So. Worked my booty off today, then came home & danced for an hour. Yay exercise. *collapse*

I should be making jewelry that I’ve sold & need to ship out tomorrow. If I had gotten to build that robot at the factory, it could be doing it for me!  D:<

It’s time to make the young’uns do homework. I could use a whole army of robots for that.

I’ll leave you with this:
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[Amy Pond, you groovy, snarky companion. (<3 Doctor Who)].

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