vendredi, décembre 31, 2004
Yesterday, I was told that my job at Border's is over after today. It will be nice to just spend time at home until school starts. After school starts, I think I will get a job on campus or similar in order to have some mad money of my own. Well, really, to pay bills that I don't feel comfortable dropping into the household budget.
Tonight we are going to my Dad's for New Year's Eve. My sister and her family will be there. Tomorrow, my step-brother and his family will arrive.
It will be nice to just relax and spend time with the people I love. Joe has today and tomorrow off, which is very rare. I finally feel like a grown up and part of a family of my own. I've never felt that with anyone I dated before. I really do feel like Joe and I are a very complimentary combination. Yay Us!
lundi, décembre 27, 2004
dimanche, décembre 26, 2004
I always wondered about this story. In it, a woman is to be punished for her curiosity but is saved by her family. Her husband, is painted as the fiend. What is the moral of the story, though? Curiousity is healthy? Don't trust your husband? Don't "obey" your husband? What do you think?
The Legend of Bluebeard
ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a wealthy man who owned a grand estate. His home was filled with the finest riches and he himself was a grand specimen of man. But the man was cursed with a blue beard that made his visage so terrible that there was not a woman or a girl who
upon seeing him would not flee with fright.
One of his neighbors, a widow, had two beautiful daughters. Bluebeard asked for the hand of one in marriage and left it up to the widow to choose. Neither of the girls wanted to marry Bluebeard. One of the things that most frightened the young women was that Bluebeard had taken seven wives before this and no one knew what had happened to
To sway them, Bluebeard invited the family to his estate in the country so that they could come to know him and to love him. They remained in his home for a week and a day and everyone spent the visit in enjoyable pastimes. Finally, Fatima, the younger and more beautiful of the two daughters, began to find that Bluebeard was not so terrifying. As soon as they returned to the city, Bluebeard and Fatima were wed.
Soon, Bluebeard told his wife that he had an important business trip. He suggested she leave the city and return to the country estate with her sister. "Here," said Bluebeard, handing her keys to the estate. "This is the key to my safe, where I have stored my gold and my precious stones. And here is a key that opens every room in the estate.
"But this small key," Bluebeard said, his face suddenly turning stern, "is the key to the closet at the end of the basement. Open any room you wish, but do not venture into the basement and unlock that closet." The
husband drew his wife near to him, so close she could feel the bristles
of his blue beard. "If you should ever open it," he said. "Then you shall feel my wrath." Fatima promised to obey this simple wish. They embraced, and Bluebeard left.
The dust from his carriage wheels was barely settled when, with the curiosity that comes with youth, Fatima took the key and rushed to the basement, determined to find what lay behind the closet door. Seized with curiosity, she reached the basement and crossed to the imposing
cabinet. It was not a piece of furniture in the usual sense, but was a door built into the stone wall of the cellar, thick as a tree trunk and sturdy as a bull.
Fatima stood there in front of the door for some time, thinking about the words her husband had left with her. But Fatima was too curious and the temptation that filled her head was stronger even than her fear of Bluebeard. She took the small key and with trembling hand opened the door.
At first she could not see anything. But soon her eyes began to adjust to the dim light and she was able to see the contents of this terrible place. The room was like an abattoir; the floor was awash in curdled blood and in the blood lay the bodies of the seven wives of Bluebeard. Their throats had been cut from ear to ear.
Stunned, Fatima dropped the key into the blood on the floor. When she regained her senses, she recovered the key and quickly left the room, fleeing as though Bluebeard himself pursued her. Fatima saw the key was stained with blood and tried to clean it. But the key was a magic key and it would not be cleansed. No matter how hard she wiped, the blood did not go away. She washed it in bleach, but the stains would not fade. She scrubbed it with the roughest brush from the kitchen, but still the blemish remained on the key. Even sandstone would not remove the horrible taint.
As the fates would have it, Bluebeard returned from his voyage that evening, having learned that his business affair had been resolved in his favor. With great joy he returned to his beautiful wife.
Fatima was pale with fear as Bluebeard entered their rooms and she
shivered as he took her hands. "Why do you tremble at my touch, madam?" the treacherous husband asked. "My lord, it is not fear, but gladness," Fatima replied. "I have missed you so that my heart was filled
with the cold of longing. But now that you are returned to me, I quiver with joy."
"I see," said the murderous Bluebeard. "And have you my keys?" "Why yes, husband." "I am going down to warm myself by the fire. Bring them to me there," said Bluebeard, leaving poor Fatima alone in her chamber.
In desperation, she hid the magic key in among her clothes and went to return the others to her husband. "Tell me, my beloved. Why is the key to the basement cabinet not with the others?" He asked. "My Lord, it must be there," poor Fatima avowed, knowing her words to be false. "Wife! It is not here. Fetch it for me, now." Bluebeard's voice rose in anger. Fatima left the hall and returned to her chambers, taking the key from whence she had hidden it. "Why," he asked in a voice that chilled her to her bones. "Why is there blood on this key?" "I do not know anything of it!" cried the girl, paler than death. "You do not know anything of it," Bluebeard roared, taking his wife by the wrist. "But I know it well! You wanted to enter the cabinet. Well then, madam, you will enter there and take your place with the ladies that you saw there!" Fatima threw herself at the feet of the perfidious Bluebeard and cried out for forgiveness.
Her pleas should have softened a rock. But Bluebeard had a heart harder than stone.
"Give me a little time to make my peace with God, since it is necessary that I die," she begged."I give you a quarter hour, but no more," he said, leaving her in her chamber.
Fatima called to her sister, Anne. "I pray you, go to the top of the tower, to see whether our brothers come; they promised to visit me, and if you see them, make signs to them to hasten," said poor Fatima. Soon Bluebeard called her to come down to him and accept her fate.
"Anne, my sister, don't you see anything coming?" Fatima pleaded to her
sister. "I see," answered Anne, "two riders who are coming this way, but they are still far away." "God be praised," wept Fatima. "They are my brothers. Tell them to hasten."
Now Bluebeard cried out in a voice loud enough to shake the entire house and Fatima was left with no other course but to go down to
him. Outside the house, Fatima again threw herself to the ground.
"That does not serve you well, woman," growled the man as he pulled her up by her hair. "It is necessary that you die."
His hand came down to slice, but before the blade touched her alabaster throat, the gate to the chateau opened. Bluebeard saw two riders approaching with swords in hand. The coward recognized them as his wife's brothers and he dropped his wife and fled for his life. But
the brothers continued to chase him and upon catching him, ran him through with their swords and left him for dead.
When they returned to their sister, she was near death, but with the help of their sister Anne, they revived fair Fatima. It turned out that Bluebeard had no heirs, so his fortune was left to Fatima. She used some of it to make a dowry for her sister, Anne, who married a man she had loved for a long time. Fatima used another part to reward her
brothers, and the rest she kept for herself.
Fatima later married a strong, good man, and in time, they filled the estate with children, the fiend Bluebeard was soon forgotten and they all lived happily ever after.
"La Barbe bleue", from Contes de ma mère l'oyeTales
of Mother Goose By Charles Perrault (1697). Translated by Mark C. Gribben
I found several "morals" to the story on the internet. These are from Pitt.edu:
Moral: Curiosity, in spite of its appeal, often leads to deep regret. To the displeasure of many a maiden, its enjoyment is short lived. Once satisfied, it ceases to exist, and always costs dearly.
Another moral: Apply logic to this grim story, and you will ascertain that it took place many years ago. No husband of our age would be so terrible as to demand the impossible of his wife, nor would he be such a jealous malcontent. For, whatever the color of her husband's beard, the wife of today will let him know who the master is.
And from umich.edu:
The first moral expresses the idea that a maiden's curiosity will cost her.
The second moral deals with modern women showing their husbands who’s really
I am thinking that in my own personal experience.... the first lessons of each group are the one's I've had to learn.
vendredi, décembre 24, 2004
I have sent in my deposit and bought my plane ticket. I will attend the immersion trip on May1-May30, 2005!
vendredi, décembre 17, 2004
lundi, décembre 13, 2004
I have having a fun little time listening to Launch Cast on yahoo while I am at work. I love how you can rate the songs and it will tailor the playlist to the things you like. Fun Fun. Right now.. listening to "Work It" by Missy Elliot... bouncing around in my chair here in my cube. Hee hee.
Anyway.. back to the French thing...
I will be there from May 2- May 30! I also noticed something really cool on their site. They can coordinate so that you can work in France. It looks so interesting. I wonder if that's something I could do sometime during the summer or similiar. I've always wanted to live/work in France. Here is the link. WORK IN FRANCE
Today I took my last exam of the semester - yahooooo-eeee
Keep your fingers crossed for ALL A's!!!
dimanche, décembre 12, 2004
- Arrange and attend a 4 week immersion program for French Language.
- Write 3 letters of thanks relating to a good product or customer service .
- Volunteer for Big Brothers/Big Sisters
- Take a picture of Joe and I together
- Pay off Dell account (and stop buying more computer stuff with it!)
- Visit Mackinaw Island
- Go 48 hours without using a computer
- Go for a week without drinking diet coke
- Learn to play something "Mozart" on the piano
- Buy Carmina Burana sheet music and learn Soprano solo and chorus parts
- Learn Spanish
- Organize and make payment plans re: medical bills
- Loose 25 pounds
- See Spamalot in Chicago
- Visit a beach
- Get a massage
- Crochet a blanket for Samara
- Plan a nice dinnner and make it for Joe - complete w/ tablecloth, napkins, etc...
- Play Pictionary with Dad, Sue, Joe
- Visit Manhatten w/ Joe
- Go to a wine tasting
- Properly hook up our home/wireless network
- Take the train somewhere
- Clean out my car 100%, including the box of random crap in the trunk.
- Grow my hair to my shoulders at least
- Take vitamins every morning for a month
- Organize clost
- Organize spare room
- Floss daily for a week
- Practice violin once a week for a month
- Learn yoga exercise to do before school each day and do so everyTuesday and Thursday of winter semester (or more)
- Go to see a stand-up comedian live
- Go to the DIA, alone, and take my time
- Go to karaoke
- Use the library instead of buying a book
- Send my parents flowers for no reason
- Learn how to copy DVDs at home (I think Joe has a burner, if not... get one)
- Try lobster
- Send postcards to people even if not on vacation
- Add family stories to Family Tree
- Leave secret love notes every day for a week
- Learn how to drive a motorcyle
- Make all A's in my winter classes
- No TV for 24 hours
- Make a scrapbook out of European travel items (maybe get Sue's help)
- Make one new dessert recipe each month
- Donate blood
- Get a facial
- Go to church - any church
- Kiss Joe at midnight on New Year's Eve 2005 (and 2006, and 2007)
- Arrange and attend a 4 week Spanish Language Immersion trip
- Get Engaged
- Get Married
- Graduate College
- Get a teaching job
- Get towels, a bathmat and rug for the bathroom
- Bake bread from scratch
- Blog everyday for a month
- Meet Joe's family
- Go canoeing
- Get a new suitcase
- Change the address on my drivers license
- Dance around my living room naked
- Give someone a piggyback ride or vice versa
- Quit my job
- Start quilting
- Go to Hawaii
- Make Chocolate Chip Pancakes
- Have chocolate fondue with strawberries, pineapple, apples with champagne for dinner
- Go to the Yellow Pages and pick the seventh restaurant - eat the seventh entree and order the seventh dessert
- Times Square on New Year's Eve
- Document all these tasks with my digital camera
- Learn how to change my car's oil and do it myself
- Go to the Renaissance Festival or the Shakespere Festival
- See Little Shop Of Horrors at the Fischer Theatre in June 2005
- Visit Greenfield Village
- Learn to meditate
- Get a nice fitted black dress for all needs, knee length
lundi, décembre 06, 2004
dimanche, décembre 05, 2004
breakfast - BEC biscuit and hashbrowns, Lunch - sandwich, doritos and Reeses
It's my Dad's birthday and Joe and I are going to visit my Dad tonight after I get off work. Last night was my choir concert, and I feel it went very well. I loved looking out into the audience and seeing Joe there. I got a little nervous when I was standing at the front of the stage, but Joe said he couldn't hear me over everyone else... so no need to worry. :)
OK.. lots of work to do