"Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people."~Eleanor Roosevelt

This quote has stuck in my head ever since I heard it years and years ago. I love it and it’s so true. It also points out to me my own shortcomings. I guess I’d fall under the average category mostly, although I think there should be another category added. Sad minds discuss themselves. I have an entire blog devoted to supporting that theory. Why do I talk about myself? Am I really that self-centered?

I think it has much to do with the struggle for identity and validation. I think if it was changed to “secure minds” it would give it all new meaning. The lack of feeling secure enough to believe my ideas might be important is certainly a hindrance. I do have ideas, they just get lost under all the emotional baggage I carry with me everywhere I go. That stuff is always right there in front of everything and I’m constantly struggling with it so, heh, I talk about it. My God that must get boring for people!

I have met many very inspiring great minds in my lifetime. I’d say it gives me something to strive for. I’ll just add that to all my other things I struggle with. Oh but wait, there I am being a sad mind again, when what I really want to talk about are great minds. Like the uplifted feeling I get whenever I go to Barb’s blog and read her new posts without a hint of the angst that is in mine. She talks about the overall goodness in life and it seems like another world to me, but one I would love to join. She shares and includes us in every post.  So seriously folks, if you want good art, good conversation and a sense of having spent time with a wonderful friend get thee over to Over Coffee… you won’t regret it. Once you get there read her post and follow that one over to Teacher Time to meet another inspiring and compassionate great mind. What great minds have you met in your life? I hope it’s been many and varied.

Someday maybe I’ll be amongst the great minds that so enrich this world. I really hope so. Shoo now…go read and enjoy!

I just had my yearly one and am supposed to see the neurosurgeon so he can look at it but I came home in between because it was going to be an hour and a half wait (that and I desperately needed my allergy meds). So not having thought of it earlier I just called them to see if I should bring last years in to compare. They said no. The whole thing is strange since I moved here.

In Michigan the copy I got always had a report in it, and they also kept a copy. In the reports they compared it to the previous one. Not this guy, he throws it up on his lightbox, tells me I’m fine and that’s all I ever hear. The last report I actually saw a couple years ago it WAS growing. It’s my brain and my tumor and I’d like to know what is actually going on with it. I’m the freaking patient! So because this dr isn’t all that nice and acts like I’m a pain for even coming in and having MRI’s (which he told me to do), I will ask my medical dr if she is getting reports and if not I’ll ask her to request them. It’s my brain, I’d like to know what’s going on with it.

I hear the ominous scratching coming from the dining room, where my beautiful chairs live. I hear the crackling of the aluminum foil that is supposed to be scaring the critters away from the plants. I find plants vomited up on my floor, why do that over and over if it makes you sick?

The victims:

The usual suspects:

What? You think they look like such innocent pussycats? Well, indeed, one is and the other is a hardened plant and chair defiler. I’ve threatened declawing, deteething, even death, to no avail. Drastic times call for drastic measures! Enter…..The Solution…

The ‘Solution’:

It took me a while to figure out the assembly on this baby. It’s got the works! The funniest part is that Baby (the innocent kitty) thinks this is the greatest new game ever! Beemer seems less intimidated than I hoped but he’s learning, I grab the solution, he knows he’s going to have projectiles flying at him and he books it out of town.