December 29, 2007 - Saturday
...but I can't help but be happy that the Patriots went 16-0. It's history! I didn't think I really cared about that at all until the Giants (I'm still salty at them for that 2001 playoff game) actually were winning and I was bummed out! How shocking to me!
I usually cheer for the underdog in most cases, but I think it's pretty cool that the Patriots went undefeated. And so, congratulations to them.
(I do hope that Tom Brady cuts his hair and shaves his beard after the post-season. He is a pretty boy and the hippie look doesn't suit him.)
Saturday, December 29, 2007
My mind sends me on all sorts of vacations
December 29, 2007 - Saturday
Isn't it amazing what you end up thinking when you try not to think? This point was brought up in a book I just finished and I couldn't agree more. Her mind was brought to the question: If you had to choose any miracle in the Bible to happen to you, which would it be? She settled on rising from the dead, because walking on water isn't all that great and the fish and loaves didn't sound that appetizing. I think the whole water into wine thing is right up my alley. Now there's a shocker!
I've been trying to shut my brain off for as long as I can remember. It is almost impossible for me to not be making lists of things to do and get accomplished. Wasted time to me is tragic. And while this may sometimes work to my advantage, I find there are times I don't enjoy what is going on right in front of me because I'm too busy planning what I'm going to do later. Even right now as I am blogging I have two different computers doing other things to get the most out of my time. Is this all really necessary?
I think that being busy helps you to not really think about things, especially those you want to ignore. Keeping ourselves occupied and spinning the wheel is only fueling the inevitable breakdowns we all will have. The longer we ignore these dark, ominous clouds, the more serious the storm becomes.
Does this mean that we have to stop being busy and move back to something simple? I can't imagine what I would do if I didn't have two jobs and tons of projects on the to-do list. I know that I would just find another way to occupy my time. It's in my nature. I can't sit around and do nothing. Even when I have a "lazy day" I will have at least two or three little things crossed off my lists. I just can't leave it until tomorrow. How does one cure this ailment? How does one shift their nature? I don't think it's possible.
Isn't it amazing what you end up thinking when you try not to think? This point was brought up in a book I just finished and I couldn't agree more. Her mind was brought to the question: If you had to choose any miracle in the Bible to happen to you, which would it be? She settled on rising from the dead, because walking on water isn't all that great and the fish and loaves didn't sound that appetizing. I think the whole water into wine thing is right up my alley. Now there's a shocker!
I've been trying to shut my brain off for as long as I can remember. It is almost impossible for me to not be making lists of things to do and get accomplished. Wasted time to me is tragic. And while this may sometimes work to my advantage, I find there are times I don't enjoy what is going on right in front of me because I'm too busy planning what I'm going to do later. Even right now as I am blogging I have two different computers doing other things to get the most out of my time. Is this all really necessary?
I think that being busy helps you to not really think about things, especially those you want to ignore. Keeping ourselves occupied and spinning the wheel is only fueling the inevitable breakdowns we all will have. The longer we ignore these dark, ominous clouds, the more serious the storm becomes.
Does this mean that we have to stop being busy and move back to something simple? I can't imagine what I would do if I didn't have two jobs and tons of projects on the to-do list. I know that I would just find another way to occupy my time. It's in my nature. I can't sit around and do nothing. Even when I have a "lazy day" I will have at least two or three little things crossed off my lists. I just can't leave it until tomorrow. How does one cure this ailment? How does one shift their nature? I don't think it's possible.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Sunlight makes me smile...
December 21, 2007 - Friday
The day I have been waiting for since the mercury touched below the 40 degree mark is upon us! The solstice, the shortest day of the year, is finally here!
Although it seems depressing (we will never have less sunlight than we do today), it gives me hope that there will be more to look forward to in the future. And I truly thank God for that.
The day I have been waiting for since the mercury touched below the 40 degree mark is upon us! The solstice, the shortest day of the year, is finally here!
Although it seems depressing (we will never have less sunlight than we do today), it gives me hope that there will be more to look forward to in the future. And I truly thank God for that.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
What’s the point of all this pointless proximity?
December 19, 2007 - Wednesday
Are there people standing right next to you that you forget about? Do you see through people or not even hear what they are really saying? I know we all do it but maybe you do it more than others. Stop.
Maybe some people really don't want to be heard or seen. I don't know if I believe that, but it could be true. I think everyone wants people to care about them and be genuinely interested. This part of the year is hard on a lot of people. Pay attention to the people you care about. I'm going to try very hard to do the same.
Are there people standing right next to you that you forget about? Do you see through people or not even hear what they are really saying? I know we all do it but maybe you do it more than others. Stop.
Maybe some people really don't want to be heard or seen. I don't know if I believe that, but it could be true. I think everyone wants people to care about them and be genuinely interested. This part of the year is hard on a lot of people. Pay attention to the people you care about. I'm going to try very hard to do the same.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Only 18 days until it’s all over
December 14, 2007 - Friday
Anyone else starting to get a little twitchy? The music, lights and cold of this time of year makes me a little off. So, it's time to get creative looking for the positive in this time of year:
-The solstice! After that the days get longer.
-Alcohol-One of the few times of the year where it's acceptable to drink constantly...
-Football-'nuff said
-Scrooge-because without his character, people would just call me a jerk.
Anyone else starting to get a little twitchy? The music, lights and cold of this time of year makes me a little off. So, it's time to get creative looking for the positive in this time of year:
-The solstice! After that the days get longer.
-Alcohol-One of the few times of the year where it's acceptable to drink constantly...
-Football-'nuff said
-Scrooge-because without his character, people would just call me a jerk.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
"Yippee ki ya mother f**ker"
December 6, 2007 - Thursday
In a conversation I had with some friends the other day we were discussing our movie weaknesses. One of them was end-of-the-world movies, another was cheesy romances (The Notebook: blech!) and mine was bad action movies (think Die Hard and anything with Steven Segal). Anyone else care to share theirs?
These are the things I think we should be proud of. They make us who we are. It is the quirkiness and silliness that make people memorable. This is why I make very few apologies for how I am and I encourage others to do the same. Life is too short to be sorry about things you can do little about--like my love affair with '80s music!
In a conversation I had with some friends the other day we were discussing our movie weaknesses. One of them was end-of-the-world movies, another was cheesy romances (The Notebook: blech!) and mine was bad action movies (think Die Hard and anything with Steven Segal). Anyone else care to share theirs?
These are the things I think we should be proud of. They make us who we are. It is the quirkiness and silliness that make people memorable. This is why I make very few apologies for how I am and I encourage others to do the same. Life is too short to be sorry about things you can do little about--like my love affair with '80s music!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Snow angels or snow men?
December 1, 2007 - Saturday
Which one do you prefer?
I prefer the angel because it involves much less work, looks prettier and melts better. What do you think?
Which one do you prefer?
I prefer the angel because it involves much less work, looks prettier and melts better. What do you think?
Friday, November 30, 2007
For the sake of all involved, listen.
November 30, 2007 - Friday
How are you?
I'm feeling great!
How's business?
Never been better, thank you!
I don't know about you, but I was raised to answer these questions in this manner. It saves everyone a lot of headache. No one wants to hear your problems, blah blah blah. Now while I agree with this, I think maybe it wouldn't hurt to sometimes break from the mold.
It can be tough to spend a lot of time with someone who will enlighten you on every physical ailment they may (or may not?) have. But there is merit to the idea that we are all human and somedays we may have a headache, our clothes may be a bit tight, our lives a bit overwhelmed...and just aching to talk about it for two minutes.
There is a fine line here. Venting vs. whining. Hmmm. It's tough to say what the rules are. I say listen to others. Listen to what they are genuinely saying or not saying.
How are you?
I'm feeling great!
How's business?
Never been better, thank you!
I don't know about you, but I was raised to answer these questions in this manner. It saves everyone a lot of headache. No one wants to hear your problems, blah blah blah. Now while I agree with this, I think maybe it wouldn't hurt to sometimes break from the mold.
It can be tough to spend a lot of time with someone who will enlighten you on every physical ailment they may (or may not?) have. But there is merit to the idea that we are all human and somedays we may have a headache, our clothes may be a bit tight, our lives a bit overwhelmed...and just aching to talk about it for two minutes.
There is a fine line here. Venting vs. whining. Hmmm. It's tough to say what the rules are. I say listen to others. Listen to what they are genuinely saying or not saying.
Black cats and broken mirrors: What’s your poison?
For whatever the reason, superstitions have been coming up in my conversations recently. I looked up the word to see the origin and was faced with something else. Apparently superstition is irrational. I don't know if I believe that. Now is that irrational? I have to chuckle.
Here are mine in no particular order:
$2 bills: I must get this bill out of my wallet as soon as possible, but I will put it in my wallet. It must be spent immediately!
Spilled salt over left shoulder: Because I am a server this happens a lot more often than it should.
Ladders: Don't walk underneath them. This might be a safety issue as well.
Knocking on wood: I am religious about this. It could just be that I'm a Minnesota sports fan. Hahah!
Wishing wells: I believe wishes here do come true.
I find this fascinating, so please let me know what your superstitions are. Anyone think superstitions are irrational? I think everyone has at least one. Also, if anyone could explain the yellow lighter thing to me, I could sleep at night.
Here are mine in no particular order:
$2 bills: I must get this bill out of my wallet as soon as possible, but I will put it in my wallet. It must be spent immediately!
Spilled salt over left shoulder: Because I am a server this happens a lot more often than it should.
Ladders: Don't walk underneath them. This might be a safety issue as well.
Knocking on wood: I am religious about this. It could just be that I'm a Minnesota sports fan. Hahah!
Wishing wells: I believe wishes here do come true.
I find this fascinating, so please let me know what your superstitions are. Anyone think superstitions are irrational? I think everyone has at least one. Also, if anyone could explain the yellow lighter thing to me, I could sleep at night.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
"Why do you hate everything that is good and cuddly?"
November 29, 2007 - Thursday
Someone posed this question to me yesterday. Apparently I am strange because I don't care for the following things:
Christmas--any form of it: music, lights, etc.,
Kids--they're ok in very small doses or if they are my nephews
Dogs--slobbery and dependent
Even though I am a pretty happy individual, the fact that I don't like kids, Christmas and dogs makes me some sort of evil. I say, "No apologies!"
Someone posed this question to me yesterday. Apparently I am strange because I don't care for the following things:
Christmas--any form of it: music, lights, etc.,
Kids--they're ok in very small doses or if they are my nephews
Dogs--slobbery and dependent
Even though I am a pretty happy individual, the fact that I don't like kids, Christmas and dogs makes me some sort of evil. I say, "No apologies!"
Saturday, November 24, 2007
The name Black Friday is a bit dramatic, I think
I try to get my ass out of bed every morning at 5 am (during the week) so I can get to the gym and work out. This involves me struggling with such complicated tasks as turning off the alarm, brushing my teeth and dressing. I don't fully wake up until about 6, when I'm halfway through my workout. If I were to be asked to make any decisions, they would be made poorly. I don't think I'm alone here.
Now consider the madness that ensues after Thanksgiving. People are rising at 3 am (wtf?!) and arriving at stores at 4am to spend their money! No wonder there are cat fights in the aisles over a sweater marked down 70%; no one is awake and they certainly shouldn't be making decisions involving money with a million other people who are not yet coherent.
To top it off, many of these people had been drinking the day before so I would be willing to bet they could've used a few more hours sleep, a big breakfast and a nice quiet morning with a mindless movie. The biggest decision I will be making today is whether to watch another James Bond movie (mmm...a young Sean Connery) or Bad Boys (mmm...Will Smith). Now that sounds like a holiday!
Now consider the madness that ensues after Thanksgiving. People are rising at 3 am (wtf?!) and arriving at stores at 4am to spend their money! No wonder there are cat fights in the aisles over a sweater marked down 70%; no one is awake and they certainly shouldn't be making decisions involving money with a million other people who are not yet coherent.
To top it off, many of these people had been drinking the day before so I would be willing to bet they could've used a few more hours sleep, a big breakfast and a nice quiet morning with a mindless movie. The biggest decision I will be making today is whether to watch another James Bond movie (mmm...a young Sean Connery) or Bad Boys (mmm...Will Smith). Now that sounds like a holiday!
And you wonder why we never got involved?
November 24, 2007 - Saturday
I went to see an Ani concert a few months ago and got shushed by a woman in front of me. Eric Clapton encored with "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" when I saw him. (If you're from my hometown, "The Wizard of Oz" is not your favorite movie.) I got roofied at a They Might Be Giants show. I was on the list to get into a Cake show but First Avenue was at capacity so I wasn't allowed in. Somehow I don't think concerts are my thing. This isn't the point though. There is no substitute for live music.
What I am wondering is if you can outgrow something you've spent about a decade with. I have been going through a lot of the old music I haven't listened to in years. Predictably a lot of it is terrible -- Shakespeare's Sister for example, who buys that CD? -- but it does hold some good memories. Others I can't believe I ever stopped listening to -- Nine Inch Nails and Smashing Pumpkins are two that come to mind.
In all of this I have been blown away by the number of Ani CDs I have. The woman is a machine. She has put out at least one disc every year since 1991. Some are double discs. And I own almost every one of them. For years I have identified with her music and writing. I used to be able to listen to her albums exclusively for weeks. I feel almost blasphemous for saying this, but could it be that we are going in two different directions at last? I am contemplating taking a lot of her music off my iPod (which is full--annoying!). I soothe myself by saying I'm taking a lot off because she has a lot, but is this the end of an era? Or is it a phase I'll get past?
Anyone else heard of the quarter-life crisis? If you haven't, there is this article:http://abcnews.go.com/Business/Careers/Story?id=688240&page=1
or this website:http://www.quarterlifecrisis.com/
I'm not sure if it's exactly what I'm going through because I don't give a rat's ass about whether I have to go to the same job everyday and I have achieved many adult "benchmarks" as they like to call them. For me, I'm suddenly very afraid of becoming typical. Let's understand each other: I know I am an odd duck and I'll never be typical per se, but I'm working the 9 to 5, married, own a house (in the suburbs--ack! it's almost the city, I swear!) and everyone is starting to ask about kids. Please people! I'd like to believe I'm happier than most people with their lives so why is this fear poisoning my mind? Am I completely crazy?
I went to see an Ani concert a few months ago and got shushed by a woman in front of me. Eric Clapton encored with "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" when I saw him. (If you're from my hometown, "The Wizard of Oz" is not your favorite movie.) I got roofied at a They Might Be Giants show. I was on the list to get into a Cake show but First Avenue was at capacity so I wasn't allowed in. Somehow I don't think concerts are my thing. This isn't the point though. There is no substitute for live music.
What I am wondering is if you can outgrow something you've spent about a decade with. I have been going through a lot of the old music I haven't listened to in years. Predictably a lot of it is terrible -- Shakespeare's Sister for example, who buys that CD? -- but it does hold some good memories. Others I can't believe I ever stopped listening to -- Nine Inch Nails and Smashing Pumpkins are two that come to mind.
In all of this I have been blown away by the number of Ani CDs I have. The woman is a machine. She has put out at least one disc every year since 1991. Some are double discs. And I own almost every one of them. For years I have identified with her music and writing. I used to be able to listen to her albums exclusively for weeks. I feel almost blasphemous for saying this, but could it be that we are going in two different directions at last? I am contemplating taking a lot of her music off my iPod (which is full--annoying!). I soothe myself by saying I'm taking a lot off because she has a lot, but is this the end of an era? Or is it a phase I'll get past?
Anyone else heard of the quarter-life crisis? If you haven't, there is this article:http://abcnews.go.com/Business/Careers/Story?id=688240&page=1
or this website:http://www.quarterlifecrisis.com/
I'm not sure if it's exactly what I'm going through because I don't give a rat's ass about whether I have to go to the same job everyday and I have achieved many adult "benchmarks" as they like to call them. For me, I'm suddenly very afraid of becoming typical. Let's understand each other: I know I am an odd duck and I'll never be typical per se, but I'm working the 9 to 5, married, own a house (in the suburbs--ack! it's almost the city, I swear!) and everyone is starting to ask about kids. Please people! I'd like to believe I'm happier than most people with their lives so why is this fear poisoning my mind? Am I completely crazy?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
My oven is cooking pumpkin pie (or, My ode to things unsaid)
November 22, 2007 - Thursday
It's 11 a.m. and I have spent more time on the phone today than I have in weeks. I am not kidding! What a crazy time talking to the relatives. I love it. As much as I dislike the holidays, I really enjoy Thanksgiving because all you do is eat and watch football. Of course let's not forget the true meaning of the holiday, which is to share what we have and be grateful for it all. I'm pretty sure none of us do this well. (I'll get off my soapbox now.)
And so, I propose this: Thanksgiving resolutions! It may not be time to turn over a new leaf for the new year, but I'm going to resolve to be more grateful. I've had this mentality that I could die at any time so I better do whatever I can to enjoy life now. I dig that, but I think it could be keeping me from noticing what I already have and how great that is.
Feasibly, I could be grateful for everything that happens and everything I have, but that seems a little too much even for someone as optimistic as myself. I'm not Pollyanna! I keep thinking It goes without saying that I'm grateful for... but maybe it doesn't. So that is my resolution: assume that nothing goes without saying.
It's 11 a.m. and I have spent more time on the phone today than I have in weeks. I am not kidding! What a crazy time talking to the relatives. I love it. As much as I dislike the holidays, I really enjoy Thanksgiving because all you do is eat and watch football. Of course let's not forget the true meaning of the holiday, which is to share what we have and be grateful for it all. I'm pretty sure none of us do this well. (I'll get off my soapbox now.)
And so, I propose this: Thanksgiving resolutions! It may not be time to turn over a new leaf for the new year, but I'm going to resolve to be more grateful. I've had this mentality that I could die at any time so I better do whatever I can to enjoy life now. I dig that, but I think it could be keeping me from noticing what I already have and how great that is.
Feasibly, I could be grateful for everything that happens and everything I have, but that seems a little too much even for someone as optimistic as myself. I'm not Pollyanna! I keep thinking It goes without saying that I'm grateful for... but maybe it doesn't. So that is my resolution: assume that nothing goes without saying.
What do mean I can’t have everything?
Is the desire to consume contagious? I think it might be. Normally I am pretty happy with what I have and the means I have to acquire new things. But lately I have been thinking about all the things I want. Not even things I could pretend I might need, but just ridiculous shit: a new watch when I have one that works perfectly well, more hats (I'm not going to admit how many I have), or workout clothes (Who needs that? Won't a t-shirt and shorts do the job?).
I think that once this mentality found its way into my head, it just started multiplying and telling me that everything I have isn't good enough and that I must have something NEW! Don't get me wrong, I like new things but they are usually something I don't already have. My desires are spreading and I must cure myself immediately.
The worst part of this is that it couldn't come at a more inopportune time. I'm supposed to resist these urges when all of America is being swept up in its annual let's-just-spend-like-our-credit-card-bills-aren't-going-to-come holiday "spirit."
I'm hoping cleaning out all of my closets this weekend will give me some perspective. I have gone through one and have four bags of clothing and such to donate along with stuff I should have thrown away years ago. If I can give all of this away, is there any reason I should be purchasing more? I think not. But if anyone else has any other ideas to exorcise this awful demon, I welcome them. Somebody please help me!
I think that once this mentality found its way into my head, it just started multiplying and telling me that everything I have isn't good enough and that I must have something NEW! Don't get me wrong, I like new things but they are usually something I don't already have. My desires are spreading and I must cure myself immediately.
The worst part of this is that it couldn't come at a more inopportune time. I'm supposed to resist these urges when all of America is being swept up in its annual let's-just-spend-like-our-credit-card-bills-aren't-going-to-come holiday "spirit."
I'm hoping cleaning out all of my closets this weekend will give me some perspective. I have gone through one and have four bags of clothing and such to donate along with stuff I should have thrown away years ago. If I can give all of this away, is there any reason I should be purchasing more? I think not. But if anyone else has any other ideas to exorcise this awful demon, I welcome them. Somebody please help me!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Well, it’s about time for the inevitable, isn’t it?
November 13, 2007 - Tuesday
I drove home (at 6:45 pm) with my sunroof open! Today was a deliciously sunny and warm day. I believe that, although I spent most of it inside, it was my day to say goodbye to the summer/fall. I went to my fountain. I walked more than a mile outside. I wore a tank top outside. It was perfect.
In my quest to be more optimistic, I would like to welcome winter with some good thoughts. (But not, however, without a warning to Mother Nature: I can handle the warm days in February, but please! no 60 degree days in December. Don't toy with my emotions when you have four months of cruelty left in you.)
These are a few of my favorite things about winter: red wine, hats!!!, no more need to explain why I'm not tan, cooking without sweating, wool socks, Netflix, hot cocoa, that weird silence during a snowfall, and my parents dog helping shovel snow (if I get to see it) like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCnABUlvSXI
I drove home (at 6:45 pm) with my sunroof open! Today was a deliciously sunny and warm day. I believe that, although I spent most of it inside, it was my day to say goodbye to the summer/fall. I went to my fountain. I walked more than a mile outside. I wore a tank top outside. It was perfect.
In my quest to be more optimistic, I would like to welcome winter with some good thoughts. (But not, however, without a warning to Mother Nature: I can handle the warm days in February, but please! no 60 degree days in December. Don't toy with my emotions when you have four months of cruelty left in you.)
These are a few of my favorite things about winter: red wine, hats!!!, no more need to explain why I'm not tan, cooking without sweating, wool socks, Netflix, hot cocoa, that weird silence during a snowfall, and my parents dog helping shovel snow (if I get to see it) like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCnABUlvSXI
Friday, November 9, 2007
What? I’m just asking!
November 6, 2007 - Tuesday
Sometimes while I work out I unfortunately have to watch TV news. It was tuned to CNN. I don't think that any TV news is worth watching, but it does provide me with some insight into why people are becoming more and more insulted/stupid.
While I was watching the "news" I was reminded of a bit on The Daily Show that I thought was priceless. As journalists (Yes, I used to be one; I still am in my book.) we used to argue about the use of question marks in headlines. Some believed it was a way of saying nothing at all and making the reader decide what the headline should be. Others thought it was just lame while still others thought it was a complete cop out. I was in the latter two categories, which is why I thought this clip was so funny.
http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=117466&title=the-question-mark
Sometimes while I work out I unfortunately have to watch TV news. It was tuned to CNN. I don't think that any TV news is worth watching, but it does provide me with some insight into why people are becoming more and more insulted/stupid.
While I was watching the "news" I was reminded of a bit on The Daily Show that I thought was priceless. As journalists (Yes, I used to be one; I still am in my book.) we used to argue about the use of question marks in headlines. Some believed it was a way of saying nothing at all and making the reader decide what the headline should be. Others thought it was just lame while still others thought it was a complete cop out. I was in the latter two categories, which is why I thought this clip was so funny.
http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=117466&title=the-question-mark
Monday, November 5, 2007
I’ll take a Big Mac and a Diet Coke
November 5, 2007 - Monday
Every night I take out my contacts and search blindly for my glasses. One would think that with my terrible vision and about 20 years of experience with contacts and glasses, I would change my behavior and find my glasses before I remove my little eyes. But I don't and probably never will.
Why are there so many things we do that make no sense? We are creatures of habit indeed, but can't we make our lives easier? A simple change in habit or schedule can make all the difference.
A girlfriend and I were talking about how your life can feel out of sorts with just the most simple of things: an unmade bed, laundry not folded. But sometimes you have to ignore all of those things and just take a nap. And there goes another behavior that makes little sense.
Every night I take out my contacts and search blindly for my glasses. One would think that with my terrible vision and about 20 years of experience with contacts and glasses, I would change my behavior and find my glasses before I remove my little eyes. But I don't and probably never will.
Why are there so many things we do that make no sense? We are creatures of habit indeed, but can't we make our lives easier? A simple change in habit or schedule can make all the difference.
A girlfriend and I were talking about how your life can feel out of sorts with just the most simple of things: an unmade bed, laundry not folded. But sometimes you have to ignore all of those things and just take a nap. And there goes another behavior that makes little sense.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
How do you like your eggs?
If you could have one last meal, what would it be? I'm not trying to be fatalistic or anything, but it's a telling question!
Being that I enjoy almost any kind of food, this is going to be a rough one for me. Can I break it down into breakfast, lunch and dinner or is that cheating? I think it probably is because it's one last meal right?
And how far can I go? Can I just say I'm really hungry and get one of everything I want? I think that's against the rules too. Three course meal, fine. But no choosing random food...
OK here goes: calamari, wedge salad with bacon, tomato, blue cheese, filet mignon oscar style medium rare with asparagus side and au gratin potatoes, with a bottle of spicy zin or shiraz and chocolate ice cream for dessert.
(Ooohh but I really want pizza too!)
Being that I enjoy almost any kind of food, this is going to be a rough one for me. Can I break it down into breakfast, lunch and dinner or is that cheating? I think it probably is because it's one last meal right?
And how far can I go? Can I just say I'm really hungry and get one of everything I want? I think that's against the rules too. Three course meal, fine. But no choosing random food...
OK here goes: calamari, wedge salad with bacon, tomato, blue cheese, filet mignon oscar style medium rare with asparagus side and au gratin potatoes, with a bottle of spicy zin or shiraz and chocolate ice cream for dessert.
(Ooohh but I really want pizza too!)
Lunar cycles make me frisky
October 25, 2007 - Thursday
I choose to stay home, not work out and watch baseball. I'm not apologizing for it. Tomorrow is a full moon and I know it's going to be a trying, long day. I'll start by working out at 5am. That's where all the crazies start their days.
I can feel the moon making me a little silly. (I know ... a little?!?) I realize there is little science behind these things, but I truly believe it to be true. It's working!
I choose to stay home, not work out and watch baseball. I'm not apologizing for it. Tomorrow is a full moon and I know it's going to be a trying, long day. I'll start by working out at 5am. That's where all the crazies start their days.
I can feel the moon making me a little silly. (I know ... a little?!?) I realize there is little science behind these things, but I truly believe it to be true. It's working!
Monday, October 22, 2007
I continue the love/hate relationship
October 22, 2007 - Monday
TV is taking over my life. Between football and baseball, I think I've spent 12-15 hours a week this month staring at it. Not that I'm complaining about that--we all know October is my favorite month. But there are a few things I have a problem with:
Stupid commercials: Don't get me wrong, there are a few genius ads out there, but come on! Not only is my intelligence insulted, but there are people getting paid to come up with these monuments to idiocy and others who get paid more to say "Yes! That's exactly what we're looking for. Run it!"
ED drug commercials: Why are these running during prime time sporting events? Parents now have to explain sex to their kids as well as why some men have trouble with it. Can you imagine? I'm no prude, but really?!?
Drug commercials in general: I have an entire rant on how medicated our country is, but I'll save that for another time. But can you believe the side effects some of these drugs have? "Sleepwalking and eating or driving while not fully awake, with amnesia for the event, have been reported." That sounds good...I'll have that.
Reality TV: I don't watch it. I don't like it. I don't want to see commercials for it. I think people are becoming more stupid because of it. (Tell me how you really feel!)
I know all of this could be remedied by not watching any TV, but what fun would that be?
TV is taking over my life. Between football and baseball, I think I've spent 12-15 hours a week this month staring at it. Not that I'm complaining about that--we all know October is my favorite month. But there are a few things I have a problem with:
Stupid commercials: Don't get me wrong, there are a few genius ads out there, but come on! Not only is my intelligence insulted, but there are people getting paid to come up with these monuments to idiocy and others who get paid more to say "Yes! That's exactly what we're looking for. Run it!"
ED drug commercials: Why are these running during prime time sporting events? Parents now have to explain sex to their kids as well as why some men have trouble with it. Can you imagine? I'm no prude, but really?!?
Drug commercials in general: I have an entire rant on how medicated our country is, but I'll save that for another time. But can you believe the side effects some of these drugs have? "Sleepwalking and eating or driving while not fully awake, with amnesia for the event, have been reported." That sounds good...I'll have that.
Reality TV: I don't watch it. I don't like it. I don't want to see commercials for it. I think people are becoming more stupid because of it. (Tell me how you really feel!)
I know all of this could be remedied by not watching any TV, but what fun would that be?
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Ignorance is bliss
October 21, 2007 - Sunday
Why is it that regardless of what time I go to sleep, I can't sleep in past 9 am? I used to be so good at sleeping. My eyes would slowly open around 3 pm and I would rush around trying to get ready for work at 5. The club sandwich I ate when I got there would be breakfast.
I guess I'm slowing down, turning into an adult, becoming lame, whatever you want to call it. I've become a 9-5, Monday thru Friday drone. I try to tell myself that because I am a waitress on the weekends I'm immune to it. It's a lie. I start to yawn at midnight and my bed sounds better than the second shot I've been offered.
It's either slow down and admit what I am or go out, spend too much money and try to live in denial. The former is starting to sound a bit better every weekend.
Why is it that regardless of what time I go to sleep, I can't sleep in past 9 am? I used to be so good at sleeping. My eyes would slowly open around 3 pm and I would rush around trying to get ready for work at 5. The club sandwich I ate when I got there would be breakfast.
I guess I'm slowing down, turning into an adult, becoming lame, whatever you want to call it. I've become a 9-5, Monday thru Friday drone. I try to tell myself that because I am a waitress on the weekends I'm immune to it. It's a lie. I start to yawn at midnight and my bed sounds better than the second shot I've been offered.
It's either slow down and admit what I am or go out, spend too much money and try to live in denial. The former is starting to sound a bit better every weekend.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
"There’s no way she likes that song! Oh oh wait! Is she in a coma?"
October 20, 2007 - Saturday
Is everyone OK? Is there a full moon? No ... That's next week!?! Good lord, what is going to happen then? I'm telling you: the crazies are out in full force already!
I know that something beyond your control is guiding your behavior. I know that you can't help it. Normally you're a perfect gentleman/lovely lady. I recognize that.
What I need to know is this: If everyone I know is acting this way, is my response as weird? Is this sort of thing contagious? I'm certainly not immune to much.
Is everyone OK? Is there a full moon? No ... That's next week!?! Good lord, what is going to happen then? I'm telling you: the crazies are out in full force already!
I know that something beyond your control is guiding your behavior. I know that you can't help it. Normally you're a perfect gentleman/lovely lady. I recognize that.
What I need to know is this: If everyone I know is acting this way, is my response as weird? Is this sort of thing contagious? I'm certainly not immune to much.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sleep deprivation is synonymous with October
October 16, 2007 - Tuesday
It's just crazy how this post-season has gone in the National League--wild card tie-breakers, extra innings that have me sleeping on the couch at 2am, comeback kids...I may have to rethink my love of the American League. Regardless, next year I will be paying more attention to the NL, which means I gotta find a way to catch "Baseball Tonight" more often.
Which leads me to this: Who will I cheer for in the World Series? I know: It ain't over till it's over. I haven't said any names!! Most certainly I can not cheer for Boston. (That's only excusable when the Yankees also are involved in the post-season.) Will it be the American or National League? I can tell you that it won't be an easy choice.
I love October. The thing that gets me though it that when it's over, there are five months of NO baseball. *sob* I guess football will have to get me through another off-season.
It's just crazy how this post-season has gone in the National League--wild card tie-breakers, extra innings that have me sleeping on the couch at 2am, comeback kids...I may have to rethink my love of the American League. Regardless, next year I will be paying more attention to the NL, which means I gotta find a way to catch "Baseball Tonight" more often.
Which leads me to this: Who will I cheer for in the World Series? I know: It ain't over till it's over. I haven't said any names!! Most certainly I can not cheer for Boston. (That's only excusable when the Yankees also are involved in the post-season.) Will it be the American or National League? I can tell you that it won't be an easy choice.
I love October. The thing that gets me though it that when it's over, there are five months of NO baseball. *sob* I guess football will have to get me through another off-season.
In case you missed it ...
October 16, 2006 - Monday
The Twins lost. Boo! Oh well, there is always next year. And I am a Tigers fan by relation, so here's hoping they can sweep the World Series! Go Detroit!
In the last week or so my life has changed quite a bit. I started my new job, which is really a lot of fun. I work from home a lot so I have a hard time not working when I sit on the computer.
There is so much to do! I have to set hours for myself. Dave and I are a week away from closing on the house. YES!!! The 27th it will be ours. Then I will probably spend countless hours staring at my home and doing nothing. Hopefully this will offset the amount of work I want to do. I am looking forward to giving out candy at Halloween.
CANDY TIP: Have some Tootsie candy around in a different jar for all the kids with nut allergies. They will be truly happy that they can eat your candy!
The Twins lost. Boo! Oh well, there is always next year. And I am a Tigers fan by relation, so here's hoping they can sweep the World Series! Go Detroit!
In the last week or so my life has changed quite a bit. I started my new job, which is really a lot of fun. I work from home a lot so I have a hard time not working when I sit on the computer.
There is so much to do! I have to set hours for myself. Dave and I are a week away from closing on the house. YES!!! The 27th it will be ours. Then I will probably spend countless hours staring at my home and doing nothing. Hopefully this will offset the amount of work I want to do. I am looking forward to giving out candy at Halloween.
CANDY TIP: Have some Tootsie candy around in a different jar for all the kids with nut allergies. They will be truly happy that they can eat your candy!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I believe in a thing called...
October 14, 2007 - Sunday
I stepped into The Twilight Zone this weekend. I'm in Duluth, driving an SUV, and shopping at *gasp* WalMart. I feel like a fraud. I take mass transit and shop locally! I swear it! But when it's convenient, I guess I don't.
Which leads me to this: Why do we have the opinions, nay the convictions, we do? And really, how strong are they? What is behind all of this, and is this really what makes us stand or fall when faced with adversity or scrutiny?
There are always those things that are drilled into you from childhood. Of course, not everything our parents did was correct in our eyes, but that makes us just as apt to not do something as we are to do the things we agree with our family about. I'm not sure if it is because we hold our family's values so dear or if we've known it longer than anything else, but these things seem to be most important and almost impossible to change in our minds.
But what about the contradiction in convictions with your family? Where does the path break? When is it that you decide that you're opinions are different and theirs may not be correct? Do these opinions and convictions have as much force or belief as the ones you grew up with? Do these change and mutate as you get older? Will I always be "liberal," or will I grow more conservative as I get older, as my dad predicts?
I guess it boils down to how open you are to changing your convictions and opinions. Is it possible to call them convictions if they change?
Maybe I'll just let Kevin Smith sum it up for me:
"I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier. Life should malleable and progressive; working from idea to idea permits that. Beliefs anchor you to certain points and limit growth; new ideas can't generate. Life becomes stagnant."
I stepped into The Twilight Zone this weekend. I'm in Duluth, driving an SUV, and shopping at *gasp* WalMart. I feel like a fraud. I take mass transit and shop locally! I swear it! But when it's convenient, I guess I don't.
Which leads me to this: Why do we have the opinions, nay the convictions, we do? And really, how strong are they? What is behind all of this, and is this really what makes us stand or fall when faced with adversity or scrutiny?
There are always those things that are drilled into you from childhood. Of course, not everything our parents did was correct in our eyes, but that makes us just as apt to not do something as we are to do the things we agree with our family about. I'm not sure if it is because we hold our family's values so dear or if we've known it longer than anything else, but these things seem to be most important and almost impossible to change in our minds.
But what about the contradiction in convictions with your family? Where does the path break? When is it that you decide that you're opinions are different and theirs may not be correct? Do these opinions and convictions have as much force or belief as the ones you grew up with? Do these change and mutate as you get older? Will I always be "liberal," or will I grow more conservative as I get older, as my dad predicts?
I guess it boils down to how open you are to changing your convictions and opinions. Is it possible to call them convictions if they change?
Maybe I'll just let Kevin Smith sum it up for me:
"I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier. Life should malleable and progressive; working from idea to idea permits that. Beliefs anchor you to certain points and limit growth; new ideas can't generate. Life becomes stagnant."
Monday, October 8, 2007
"Don’t knock masturbation -- it’s sex with someone I love."
October 8, 2007 - Monday
Have you ever seen "Annie Hall"? I forget how great that movie is, and I forget how many people my age have never seen it!!!
How tragic!
Have you ever seen "Annie Hall"? I forget how great that movie is, and I forget how many people my age have never seen it!!!
How tragic!
Friday, October 5, 2007
Our coming-of-age party!
October 5, 2007 - Friday
A friend and I recently concurred that there is a certain age where a line is drawn--the age where your brain might actually work fully. I've had this conversation before...the consensus is about 22. No one is saying that 22 is the age where everyone has it figured out; clearly that is not the case. But there comes a time when you realize you're not the center of the universe and things happen that affect people other than yourself and your circle.
My horoscope (which I can't help but read everyday! sad I know.) told me today that I would feel every age I have ever felt up to this point in my life. Of course, I didn't read this until about 8pm. But wow, it was so true for this particular day.
Think about that for a second: your first taste of cheese (that was a big deal for me), the cereal aisle, that first LP you put on your parents' turn table, your outfit on picture day in grade 1, being called "four-eyes" in grade 3, new friends in grade 6, finally graduating at age 18, figuring out what the hell your role might be at age 20, forgetting nights when you're 21, becoming friends with the enemy (read: your parents) soon after and realizing what a fool you may or may not have been throughout your "whole life" thus far. Well, holy shit! Imagine what comes next!
There is nothing better in this world than realizing you're wrong about something. I don't mean that "learn the hard way" kind of wrong--I'm talking the kind of wrong that creeps up on you when you're eating lunch one afternoon and your brain says "Hey! Remember when...wow, you're an idiot!" You get self-conscious, the blood moves into your face and you realize no one is looking at you while you're having some sort of breakthrough. Nothing more sure than humbling yourself.
I guess that's why I can't be too upset about pushing 30. I have my own selfish reasons for being excited about it, but imagine the epiphany I'll have! No wonder people have heart attacks when they're 50. If you open up your heart and mind, you'll forever be surprised!
A friend and I recently concurred that there is a certain age where a line is drawn--the age where your brain might actually work fully. I've had this conversation before...the consensus is about 22. No one is saying that 22 is the age where everyone has it figured out; clearly that is not the case. But there comes a time when you realize you're not the center of the universe and things happen that affect people other than yourself and your circle.
My horoscope (which I can't help but read everyday! sad I know.) told me today that I would feel every age I have ever felt up to this point in my life. Of course, I didn't read this until about 8pm. But wow, it was so true for this particular day.
Think about that for a second: your first taste of cheese (that was a big deal for me), the cereal aisle, that first LP you put on your parents' turn table, your outfit on picture day in grade 1, being called "four-eyes" in grade 3, new friends in grade 6, finally graduating at age 18, figuring out what the hell your role might be at age 20, forgetting nights when you're 21, becoming friends with the enemy (read: your parents) soon after and realizing what a fool you may or may not have been throughout your "whole life" thus far. Well, holy shit! Imagine what comes next!
There is nothing better in this world than realizing you're wrong about something. I don't mean that "learn the hard way" kind of wrong--I'm talking the kind of wrong that creeps up on you when you're eating lunch one afternoon and your brain says "Hey! Remember when...wow, you're an idiot!" You get self-conscious, the blood moves into your face and you realize no one is looking at you while you're having some sort of breakthrough. Nothing more sure than humbling yourself.
I guess that's why I can't be too upset about pushing 30. I have my own selfish reasons for being excited about it, but imagine the epiphany I'll have! No wonder people have heart attacks when they're 50. If you open up your heart and mind, you'll forever be surprised!
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Fond of fantasy
October 4, 2007 - Thursday
In the past few days I've talked to people in different time zones: one in California and one in South Korea. I remember when I was young trying to wrap my mind around the whole time zone idea. I thought that if you traveled west, you could travel back in time. (Maybe that's what jet lag is...ha!)
There are certain things I miss about childhood, and that is one of them. Not the difficulty understanding time zones--more like the idea that it was magical. Now I dismiss the idea of magic or corner it in my imagination where I think it belongs. I try to find the magic in everyday things, but it isn't the same as Back to the Future, Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter-type magic. Pity, really. I'd like to think there are vampires and dark lords; it's just that logical, analytical part of me that laughs it into the back of my head.
In the past few days I've talked to people in different time zones: one in California and one in South Korea. I remember when I was young trying to wrap my mind around the whole time zone idea. I thought that if you traveled west, you could travel back in time. (Maybe that's what jet lag is...ha!)
There are certain things I miss about childhood, and that is one of them. Not the difficulty understanding time zones--more like the idea that it was magical. Now I dismiss the idea of magic or corner it in my imagination where I think it belongs. I try to find the magic in everyday things, but it isn't the same as Back to the Future, Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter-type magic. Pity, really. I'd like to think there are vampires and dark lords; it's just that logical, analytical part of me that laughs it into the back of my head.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
The best things in life are free
October 2, 2007 - Tuesday
"I give you all my money/Tell me what more can I do?"--Eric Clapton
Sometimes you gotta wonder what the hell people are thinking. I'm not trying to offend anyone here, but I have to vent. Why do certain individuals think that money is all that matters?
Everyone wants security. It's in Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs for goodness sake. But there are some who think that security (financially or otherwise) should really be the only thing that attracts another of the opposite sex. I disagree. It might be that evolution has taught us that in order to raise children we must have security, but is that really what we're looking for? I would hope that there is more to the equation.
Isn't it about happiness? What about laughter? And satisfaction? I would argue that there are few relationships based on furthering our species--I won't say much about that except that parenting should require a license, much like driving a car.
Where do satisfaction, laughter and happiness come from? It certainly depends on how you define those things, but I would argue that they come from companionship, friendship and shared experiences. They might not make us feel secure constantly, but who knows what will happen tomorrow? How can we ever understand security? Life is uncertain, but I do know that I can understand happiness in any language.
"I give you all my money/Tell me what more can I do?"--Eric Clapton
Sometimes you gotta wonder what the hell people are thinking. I'm not trying to offend anyone here, but I have to vent. Why do certain individuals think that money is all that matters?
Everyone wants security. It's in Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs for goodness sake. But there are some who think that security (financially or otherwise) should really be the only thing that attracts another of the opposite sex. I disagree. It might be that evolution has taught us that in order to raise children we must have security, but is that really what we're looking for? I would hope that there is more to the equation.
Isn't it about happiness? What about laughter? And satisfaction? I would argue that there are few relationships based on furthering our species--I won't say much about that except that parenting should require a license, much like driving a car.
Where do satisfaction, laughter and happiness come from? It certainly depends on how you define those things, but I would argue that they come from companionship, friendship and shared experiences. They might not make us feel secure constantly, but who knows what will happen tomorrow? How can we ever understand security? Life is uncertain, but I do know that I can understand happiness in any language.
Sad songs
Do people mourn the loss of the leaves on a tree the way they mourn other deaths? I know losing leaves doesn't mean it's dead, but there is sort of a temporary expiration going on, you know? The combination of gray rain streaming down the bus windows and red leaves falling to the ground was enough for me to tear up this afternoon. I am such a sap.
There are all these symbols and attitudes that go along with the seasons. Spring is rain, green grass, cute shoes and skin--which leads to summer: more skin, heat and pursuing everything delightful with reckless abandon. (Can you guess why it's my favorite season?) Fall is a reality check of cool nights and school days. Winter is cold--cold weather, cold people--everyone keeping to themselves.
So maybe mourning the leaves falling is more like sadness for the end of casual conversation and friendly exchanges. We all shut ourselves up to hibernate. Not that I'm condemning that! Good lord, if you ever see me entertaining the notion of snowshoeing, slap me! But I wonder if there is a way to keep the coolness out of our exchanges.
There are all these symbols and attitudes that go along with the seasons. Spring is rain, green grass, cute shoes and skin--which leads to summer: more skin, heat and pursuing everything delightful with reckless abandon. (Can you guess why it's my favorite season?) Fall is a reality check of cool nights and school days. Winter is cold--cold weather, cold people--everyone keeping to themselves.
So maybe mourning the leaves falling is more like sadness for the end of casual conversation and friendly exchanges. We all shut ourselves up to hibernate. Not that I'm condemning that! Good lord, if you ever see me entertaining the notion of snowshoeing, slap me! But I wonder if there is a way to keep the coolness out of our exchanges.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Bring it on!
October 1, 2007 - Monday
Normally I'm not an active watcher of the National League, but can I just say that it RULES that I am watching the Wild Card tie breaker and it's going into extra innings???!!! Man it's gonna be a great October.
I try not to watch too much TV, but how am I going to drag myself away from baseball every night? I guess I won't. Yay! I am *so* happy!!
Normally I'm not an active watcher of the National League, but can I just say that it RULES that I am watching the Wild Card tie breaker and it's going into extra innings???!!! Man it's gonna be a great October.
I try not to watch too much TV, but how am I going to drag myself away from baseball every night? I guess I won't. Yay! I am *so* happy!!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
The next chapter
September 30, 2007 - Sunday
There are these commercials with Gwen Stephanie where she says that it's impossible to turn creativity on and off and that when it happens it's like magic.
Inspiration comes at funny times, doesn't it? I have been doing research for a book for about eight months and have been at a loss with what to do with all of it. And suddenly in the dishroom at work, it came to me! I wrote it down and now I can begin! Thank goodness. I was starting to feel the wheels spin there.
So I think the magic can begin. I am hoping for some serious creativity to flow, because I'm pretty sure it's gonna be tough.
There are these commercials with Gwen Stephanie where she says that it's impossible to turn creativity on and off and that when it happens it's like magic.
Inspiration comes at funny times, doesn't it? I have been doing research for a book for about eight months and have been at a loss with what to do with all of it. And suddenly in the dishroom at work, it came to me! I wrote it down and now I can begin! Thank goodness. I was starting to feel the wheels spin there.
So I think the magic can begin. I am hoping for some serious creativity to flow, because I'm pretty sure it's gonna be tough.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Lazy afternoons
September 29, 2007 - Saturday
Things I like to do that I get to do often: work out, read, eat breakfast, drink beer, watch baseball, drink coffee, listen to music and sing along, wear sandals and skirts, talk, dance like a fool, wear sunglasses, write, laugh, cook, stay up late, happy hour, and many other things...
Things I like to do that I don't get to do often: travel, see my family, relax, maybe a few other things...
I'm glad the second list is shorter than the first. Life is good.
Things I like to do that I get to do often: work out, read, eat breakfast, drink beer, watch baseball, drink coffee, listen to music and sing along, wear sandals and skirts, talk, dance like a fool, wear sunglasses, write, laugh, cook, stay up late, happy hour, and many other things...
Things I like to do that I don't get to do often: travel, see my family, relax, maybe a few other things...
I'm glad the second list is shorter than the first. Life is good.
Thanks Ace...
It's so funny how one thing can change your mood:
"Why do you care about Snowflake? Do you know him? Does he call you at home? DO YOU HAVE A DORSAL FIN?!?"
"Why do you care about Snowflake? Do you know him? Does he call you at home? DO YOU HAVE A DORSAL FIN?!?"
Similar to understanding
My freshman cousin (and by freshman, I mean in high school) emailed me for advice on how to be a journalist writing for The New York Times. Did I have a few things to write? Oh yeah. I wrote her a book. But that's what good journalists do.
This unsolicited email for advice tripped me out. Do I know enough to tell her what I think might help her? I guess. But wow. I'm no kid anymore huh?
The older part doesn't bug me. It's the idea that I have lived enough for anyone to assume I might know what I'm doing. It makes me shake my head and laugh at the same time. It's the sort of thing you sometimes need to make things make sense.
This unsolicited email for advice tripped me out. Do I know enough to tell her what I think might help her? I guess. But wow. I'm no kid anymore huh?
The older part doesn't bug me. It's the idea that I have lived enough for anyone to assume I might know what I'm doing. It makes me shake my head and laugh at the same time. It's the sort of thing you sometimes need to make things make sense.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
What goes around?
September 25, 2007 - Tuesday
Life isn't fair is it cats? Don't we all deserve to win the lottery, be famous and have hot bodies? I think so! Well, maybe not all of us, but the vast majority. But then, what fun would that be? Being poor, unknown and frumpy would be the newest trend, like babies are in Hollywood right now.
Tragedy is all relative. I think going through part of a day without electricity and gas is awful, but others spend part of a season like that. There were times when I thought people brought things upon themselves, God punished people or it was all a series of poor decision-making, but I'm not so convinced of that as time goes by. Sometimes they might factor into the equation, but ultimately it comes down to odds.
The idea of cosmic karma appeals to me. I just wonder if the world order is more aligned with what I was told as a kid: Nobody said life was fair.
Life isn't fair is it cats? Don't we all deserve to win the lottery, be famous and have hot bodies? I think so! Well, maybe not all of us, but the vast majority. But then, what fun would that be? Being poor, unknown and frumpy would be the newest trend, like babies are in Hollywood right now.
Tragedy is all relative. I think going through part of a day without electricity and gas is awful, but others spend part of a season like that. There were times when I thought people brought things upon themselves, God punished people or it was all a series of poor decision-making, but I'm not so convinced of that as time goes by. Sometimes they might factor into the equation, but ultimately it comes down to odds.
The idea of cosmic karma appeals to me. I just wonder if the world order is more aligned with what I was told as a kid: Nobody said life was fair.
Monday, September 24, 2007
This old song and dance
September 24, 2007 - Monday
What is it about the dry cleaners that I can never get there? I will drop off my stuff, and about three weeks later I think, hmmm I wonder where my sweater is. Oh yeah...damn it!
Are there certain tasks we do that just are so mundane we block them out? I like to think that I'm doing that with the dry cleaning. It makes me wretch a little actually that I say the phrase, "I have to pick up my dry cleaning."
Aren't there so many substantial things out there to say? To do? I'm not suggesting we all have to change the world with our everyday errands, but sometimes I get the feeling that many of us were meant for something more meaningful than waiting for our number to be called at the DMV.
Some might think it's cheesy to talk about random acts of kindness, but I truly believe pushing someone's car out of the snow will make the world a better place. At the very least, you'll get some exercise and another person will be on their way to lunch with a friend.
Don't get me wrong: I know there are things like wearing sandwich boards, spray-painting fur coats and writing dissenting literature that can make a statement. And many times they might succeed in changing minds and times. I'm not discounting any of that. I'm just more for the guerrilla-style warfare, you know? There are few things more disarming than a smile.
What is it about the dry cleaners that I can never get there? I will drop off my stuff, and about three weeks later I think, hmmm I wonder where my sweater is. Oh yeah...damn it!
Are there certain tasks we do that just are so mundane we block them out? I like to think that I'm doing that with the dry cleaning. It makes me wretch a little actually that I say the phrase, "I have to pick up my dry cleaning."
Aren't there so many substantial things out there to say? To do? I'm not suggesting we all have to change the world with our everyday errands, but sometimes I get the feeling that many of us were meant for something more meaningful than waiting for our number to be called at the DMV.
Some might think it's cheesy to talk about random acts of kindness, but I truly believe pushing someone's car out of the snow will make the world a better place. At the very least, you'll get some exercise and another person will be on their way to lunch with a friend.
Don't get me wrong: I know there are things like wearing sandwich boards, spray-painting fur coats and writing dissenting literature that can make a statement. And many times they might succeed in changing minds and times. I'm not discounting any of that. I'm just more for the guerrilla-style warfare, you know? There are few things more disarming than a smile.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I need a figurative beach
September 23, 2007 - Sunday
I got a little misty-eyed this afternoon. You know: a beautiful 80-degree day in September, the last home game of the season, Twins beat up on the Sox, and most likely Torii's last game in the Dome. *sob* I was surprised I got so emotional. Then again, I did tear up while reading an interview with him waxing sentimental earlier in the season. I'm not too happy with his last at-bat, but that's neither here nor there. Can't get too hung up on petty little details right? (Though, for the record, Ozzy Guillen can kiss my ass.)
The funny thing is that I have been so keen on setting on my sights on certain things that I have had my blinders on to so many other things. There is still a week left in the season to watch my Twins. (I've been so obsessed with the last home game and October.) This is true on a larger scale as well. Amazing how often you miss the things you walk past. I ask, where is the balance? Where is the line between distracted and diversified? Is it OK to have something going on all the time? Idle hands, right?
I have decided it is a skill to be able to relax. There are definitely people who over-do it; there are always those with natural talents who never practice and take it for granted. It takes a lot to get me in front of a TV without about four other things going on: blogging, cleaning, reading, sorting through my lists, whatever it might be.
There are other people out there like me, I know it! Your brain won't slow down, sleep is almost impossible, Red Bull is always a bad idea (good lord, is it ever!) and you're never satisfied. Well, almost never. But then, not for very long.
A woman told my sister that if you have this type of personality, "You're screwed." I beg to differ, but I do need to practice relaxing. Not sure if that'll happen this week, but I'll give it a try.
I got a little misty-eyed this afternoon. You know: a beautiful 80-degree day in September, the last home game of the season, Twins beat up on the Sox, and most likely Torii's last game in the Dome. *sob* I was surprised I got so emotional. Then again, I did tear up while reading an interview with him waxing sentimental earlier in the season. I'm not too happy with his last at-bat, but that's neither here nor there. Can't get too hung up on petty little details right? (Though, for the record, Ozzy Guillen can kiss my ass.)
The funny thing is that I have been so keen on setting on my sights on certain things that I have had my blinders on to so many other things. There is still a week left in the season to watch my Twins. (I've been so obsessed with the last home game and October.) This is true on a larger scale as well. Amazing how often you miss the things you walk past. I ask, where is the balance? Where is the line between distracted and diversified? Is it OK to have something going on all the time? Idle hands, right?
I have decided it is a skill to be able to relax. There are definitely people who over-do it; there are always those with natural talents who never practice and take it for granted. It takes a lot to get me in front of a TV without about four other things going on: blogging, cleaning, reading, sorting through my lists, whatever it might be.
There are other people out there like me, I know it! Your brain won't slow down, sleep is almost impossible, Red Bull is always a bad idea (good lord, is it ever!) and you're never satisfied. Well, almost never. But then, not for very long.
A woman told my sister that if you have this type of personality, "You're screwed." I beg to differ, but I do need to practice relaxing. Not sure if that'll happen this week, but I'll give it a try.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
The doors are about to close. Please stand clear of the doors.
September 22, 2007 - Saturday
It seems like my blogs are a little baseball heavy around the first part of spring and the end of summer. It's probably because the beginning and end of my boys' season is right around those times, which gives me time to ponder the wonders and joys that are baseball.
Going to the last game of the season tomorrow gives me time to think about how awesome (and different) last season was. Now, I'm not one to live in the past -- makes your neck sore to look back too long -- but the Twin's last regular-season game in 2006 was way too cool for words. As dorky as it sounds, it was one of the most exciting things to witness in my adult life. (I do have a picture of my freaking out somewhere in my photos on here.)
Last year, we won the division with the entire Metrodome watching the Detroit game on the Jumbotron. This year, we will try not to get swept by one of the worst teams in baseball. Ack! I just want to hear U2 sing "Beautiful Day" one more time this year in that Dome. Is that too much to ask? I hope not.
It seems like my blogs are a little baseball heavy around the first part of spring and the end of summer. It's probably because the beginning and end of my boys' season is right around those times, which gives me time to ponder the wonders and joys that are baseball.
Going to the last game of the season tomorrow gives me time to think about how awesome (and different) last season was. Now, I'm not one to live in the past -- makes your neck sore to look back too long -- but the Twin's last regular-season game in 2006 was way too cool for words. As dorky as it sounds, it was one of the most exciting things to witness in my adult life. (I do have a picture of my freaking out somewhere in my photos on here.)
Last year, we won the division with the entire Metrodome watching the Detroit game on the Jumbotron. This year, we will try not to get swept by one of the worst teams in baseball. Ack! I just want to hear U2 sing "Beautiful Day" one more time this year in that Dome. Is that too much to ask? I hope not.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Long days during the year
September 20, 2007 - Thursday
You ever have one of those days where it seems to go on forever, but not because it was bad or anything? More like you had a million different things happen and your thoughts, emotions and body was moving in so many different directions? That was me today: work, crazy podiatrist digging glass out of my foot, a little more work, insane storm, loss of electricity, pizza at RB, bar freak talking to me about his childhood, time for bed! Holy shit, I am exhausted.
Usually, this is when everything comes together in life and you see how amazing everyday is. How can I put into words? You're in line at the grocery store with a pack of gum, frozen pizza and pop and all of sudden you think, "Wow, everything is right with the world." (Thanks Marcy) I love days like this!
You ever have one of those days where it seems to go on forever, but not because it was bad or anything? More like you had a million different things happen and your thoughts, emotions and body was moving in so many different directions? That was me today: work, crazy podiatrist digging glass out of my foot, a little more work, insane storm, loss of electricity, pizza at RB, bar freak talking to me about his childhood, time for bed! Holy shit, I am exhausted.
Usually, this is when everything comes together in life and you see how amazing everyday is. How can I put into words? You're in line at the grocery store with a pack of gum, frozen pizza and pop and all of sudden you think, "Wow, everything is right with the world." (Thanks Marcy) I love days like this!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
August 8th was a beautiful day
September 18, 2007 - Tuesday
It amazes me the perceptions people have about me. I know this sounds really self-centered, and perhaps it is, but it only begs the question: What kinda vibe am I giving off?
There are two schools of thought I get: I am super-innocent --or-- I am a hippie.
Shall we dispel these rumors?
The innocent part is all in the eye of the beholder. Who am I to change anyone's opinion of me when it comes to that? It's far too much fun to just be myself and watch their reaction.
As far as being a hippie, I guess there are so many parts to that equation. I would like to think my attire doesn't indicate it nor do my extra-curricular activities...however, I do worship the sun and enjoy listening to Led Zepplin. What does that even mean?!
And then I have friends who ask, "Why is it an insult to be called a hippy?" Of course all of said friends are indeed hippies. And then I have to ask myself, Why? Is it the years of brainwashing all of my punk-rock friends and boyfriends have done? I think this is the easiest area to place the blame. Why is it that punks hate hippies? And then I am lead back into the gross-ness that is high school.
So how about this? Who cares what we all are? How about: I am me? I guess it leads back to the idea that there is no way to classify one person into a certain category. Sort of that whole "The Breakfast Club" mentality, right?
It amazes me the perceptions people have about me. I know this sounds really self-centered, and perhaps it is, but it only begs the question: What kinda vibe am I giving off?
There are two schools of thought I get: I am super-innocent --or-- I am a hippie.
Shall we dispel these rumors?
The innocent part is all in the eye of the beholder. Who am I to change anyone's opinion of me when it comes to that? It's far too much fun to just be myself and watch their reaction.
As far as being a hippie, I guess there are so many parts to that equation. I would like to think my attire doesn't indicate it nor do my extra-curricular activities...however, I do worship the sun and enjoy listening to Led Zepplin. What does that even mean?!
And then I have friends who ask, "Why is it an insult to be called a hippy?" Of course all of said friends are indeed hippies. And then I have to ask myself, Why? Is it the years of brainwashing all of my punk-rock friends and boyfriends have done? I think this is the easiest area to place the blame. Why is it that punks hate hippies? And then I am lead back into the gross-ness that is high school.
So how about this? Who cares what we all are? How about: I am me? I guess it leads back to the idea that there is no way to classify one person into a certain category. Sort of that whole "The Breakfast Club" mentality, right?
Monday, September 17, 2007
What did you wish for?
September 17, 2007 - Monday
I threw a penny in a wishing well on Sunday. That made me feel kinda like a kid again. Should it though? I actually hang out by that fountain a few times a week. Maybe I should wish in it more often.
It got my friend and me talking about where the origin of wishing wells comes from. I said I would look it up when I got home...Something about deities living in water because all life comes from water and it can be a commodity because of it's scarcity. I like the answer; it suits my spiritual personality.
What really struck me about all this is how awesome the Internet is. Wikipedia may not be trustworthy, but it certainly is interesting. While I contemplate that, I can't help but feel like I'm getting old. Should I really be that amazed? I grew up with it (for the most part). Maybe I'm just struck by the little things lately. Be amazed by the mysteries, right?
I threw a penny in a wishing well on Sunday. That made me feel kinda like a kid again. Should it though? I actually hang out by that fountain a few times a week. Maybe I should wish in it more often.
It got my friend and me talking about where the origin of wishing wells comes from. I said I would look it up when I got home...Something about deities living in water because all life comes from water and it can be a commodity because of it's scarcity. I like the answer; it suits my spiritual personality.
What really struck me about all this is how awesome the Internet is. Wikipedia may not be trustworthy, but it certainly is interesting. While I contemplate that, I can't help but feel like I'm getting old. Should I really be that amazed? I grew up with it (for the most part). Maybe I'm just struck by the little things lately. Be amazed by the mysteries, right?
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Why won’t Detroit Rock City be sweet to me?
September 16, 2007 - Sunday
It's a hard day to be a Minnesota fan, especially when your family is from Detroit. But instead of dwelling on the negative, I'm going to jam out.
Driving home with my sunroof open, all my windows down and music cranked so loud I can hardly pay attention to anything else gave me something to think about. It has been far too long since I have been rockin out to some serious shit. It could be because I have been preparing for the Ani show or because I'm working out a lot, but my playlists have lacked luster in the "rock" department.
(On a similar note, have you ever put your iPod on a certain genre? I'm pretty sure David Grey is NOT rock! Come again? ACDC yes, Barenaked Ladies NO!!! Everything has its place, and I could make fun of myself right now. I'll just let that speak for itself.)
I need to drive fast, smoke cigarettes, wear lipstick, sunglasses and miniskirts. Could I have been born in the wrong decade? Maybe. But I like to think it's for the best. Now, I might be considered eccentric; then, I would have been a groupie. Now that would have been a tragedy.
Personality is an interesting thing. You can't really disguise or walk away from it. It seeps out while you're trying to be quiet. I guess what I'm trying to say is I can't deny my bad obsession with music that, in my humble opinion, rocks.
It's a hard day to be a Minnesota fan, especially when your family is from Detroit. But instead of dwelling on the negative, I'm going to jam out.
Driving home with my sunroof open, all my windows down and music cranked so loud I can hardly pay attention to anything else gave me something to think about. It has been far too long since I have been rockin out to some serious shit. It could be because I have been preparing for the Ani show or because I'm working out a lot, but my playlists have lacked luster in the "rock" department.
(On a similar note, have you ever put your iPod on a certain genre? I'm pretty sure David Grey is NOT rock! Come again? ACDC yes, Barenaked Ladies NO!!! Everything has its place, and I could make fun of myself right now. I'll just let that speak for itself.)
I need to drive fast, smoke cigarettes, wear lipstick, sunglasses and miniskirts. Could I have been born in the wrong decade? Maybe. But I like to think it's for the best. Now, I might be considered eccentric; then, I would have been a groupie. Now that would have been a tragedy.
Personality is an interesting thing. You can't really disguise or walk away from it. It seeps out while you're trying to be quiet. I guess what I'm trying to say is I can't deny my bad obsession with music that, in my humble opinion, rocks.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Come away from it
On the cement floor there's a table with cards and chips: buying and selling time and entertainment, not to mention cash. Voices drift up the vents; muffled conversations and bullshit too distant to understand. Mondays and Fridays are like clockwork.
Sure, we all have our things. I do, that's for sure. What happens when one vice takes over all your other ones? Does it mean you're getting older and more mature or are you just wild?
Everything in moderation, my friend, including moderation...
Sure, we all have our things. I do, that's for sure. What happens when one vice takes over all your other ones? Does it mean you're getting older and more mature or are you just wild?
Everything in moderation, my friend, including moderation...
April Wishes (or alternatively, My Torrid Love Affair with Baseball...)
September 15, 2007 - Saturday
I can't even being to explain how excited I am about tomorrow. I am going to watch baseball!!!!!!!!!! It's a wonder I made it through this summer. Last year at this time, I had about 30 games under my belt. This year, I am ashamed to say I barely made it to the double digits! What is wrong with me? Pretty sure my sis (a bigger Twins fan than me) not being here has something to do with it.
Otherwise I have no excuse. I was working all nights last year -- somehow I managed to be all over the Twinkies schedule. Maybe it had something to do with Lewwwww being on DL for the first part of the season and then to the minors. Ouch. I watched all season on the TV, but I feel kinda like a fair-weather and that is just sick. It's not true...
In all my excitement for October (fully accepting MN's fate) I have forgotten about the fact that my season is limited. Oh! I am about to be in tears. You mean there won't be a game on four nights and two days a week? What? How will I exist?
OK Becca, let's try not to be too dramatic. You made it through last year's off-season. Football eases the blow a bit. All that bull-shit I wrote about being OK with summer being over is coming to slap me in the face. Thank God for April...my birthday and my boys are playing again.
But listen to me! I act like there aren't more games to watch! What a silly girl I am...there is so much more to the fall. There are still a few games left and I MUST be there to say goodbye. And then comes fun! Beer, bars and baseball. Amazing how well that alliteration goes together.
I can't even being to explain how excited I am about tomorrow. I am going to watch baseball!!!!!!!!!! It's a wonder I made it through this summer. Last year at this time, I had about 30 games under my belt. This year, I am ashamed to say I barely made it to the double digits! What is wrong with me? Pretty sure my sis (a bigger Twins fan than me) not being here has something to do with it.
Otherwise I have no excuse. I was working all nights last year -- somehow I managed to be all over the Twinkies schedule. Maybe it had something to do with Lewwwww being on DL for the first part of the season and then to the minors. Ouch. I watched all season on the TV, but I feel kinda like a fair-weather and that is just sick. It's not true...
In all my excitement for October (fully accepting MN's fate) I have forgotten about the fact that my season is limited. Oh! I am about to be in tears. You mean there won't be a game on four nights and two days a week? What? How will I exist?
OK Becca, let's try not to be too dramatic. You made it through last year's off-season. Football eases the blow a bit. All that bull-shit I wrote about being OK with summer being over is coming to slap me in the face. Thank God for April...my birthday and my boys are playing again.
But listen to me! I act like there aren't more games to watch! What a silly girl I am...there is so much more to the fall. There are still a few games left and I MUST be there to say goodbye. And then comes fun! Beer, bars and baseball. Amazing how well that alliteration goes together.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Bewitching time
September 13, 2007 - Thursday
Tomorrow is Friday. This is the day many Monday-thru-Friday, 9-to-5ers get pretty excited about. I can't say I blame them. It is nice to have a weekend...I generally don't get one. This Friday is different: I don't have a 14 hour day. And I am excited about that.
However, I am still a little leary of people who say things like "Happy Monday" in some sort of foreboding way and call Thursday "Friday eve." Not that I don't relate to the fact that work is work -- although I do have some sort of sick addiction -- it just seems so sad to wish away the majority of your week. Isn't that what we're doing?
So I try not to say those things and I try not look forward to one day more than another. I can't say I'm succeeding always, but hey! I'm trying right?
Tomorrow is Friday. This is the day many Monday-thru-Friday, 9-to-5ers get pretty excited about. I can't say I blame them. It is nice to have a weekend...I generally don't get one. This Friday is different: I don't have a 14 hour day. And I am excited about that.
However, I am still a little leary of people who say things like "Happy Monday" in some sort of foreboding way and call Thursday "Friday eve." Not that I don't relate to the fact that work is work -- although I do have some sort of sick addiction -- it just seems so sad to wish away the majority of your week. Isn't that what we're doing?
So I try not to say those things and I try not look forward to one day more than another. I can't say I'm succeeding always, but hey! I'm trying right?
"I know this song with one really killer line" (updated)
September 13, 2007 - Thursday
I like to think that on Monday nights I do my part to be a better listener. Monday night is always poker night here at our home...and inevitably people leave angry. I just kick it upstairs, knowing and waiting that I will hear someone's bad-beat story. (Let me guess: You had it the whole way and someone sucked it out on the river. Man, I am so good.)
Listening truly is a skill. But it's easy to do--you know, that whole active listening thing. I think my favorite thing to do when it comes to listening is eavesdrop. I'll admit it! As a waitress, there are some conversations you happen into that you do not want to walk away from. You have to be covert though. People can tell when you hover a little too long. (Although there is nothing more uncomfortable than having the break-up table. People!! Why are you doing this in public? Is she/he really that crazy? ...maybe)
The best place to listen is the bus. In fact, I love it when I notice someone listening to conversations I'm having. Marcy and I were heading out to bike ride and just jawing about everything. I think we were more amusing to the lady in front of us than to each other. This is why I think it's tragic that we're all plugged into our iPods all the time. I'm as guilty as the next person, but I do bless the moments when I forget to charge it and am forced to listen to sounds of life rather than my music.
So, much in the same way I turned off my cell phone off for a week many months ago, I am going to *gulp* leave my iPod at home for a week. The only exception is I get to listen to it when I work out. Come on, it's my motivation! We'll see how it goes.
Update: Day 1 was OK although all I heard on the bus was how sick everyone is! I think my biggest pet peeve is when people sniffle. Blow your nose please! Anyway, I thought it was going to be really hard, especially because an album I was excited about came out today, but it wasn't that bad. I enjoyed my connection to the outside world. Plus I don't have to fight the urge to sing outloud and dance as I walk down the street, which is quite the inner struggle.
Day 2: Sirens always remind me of home...I know I grew up in the middle of nowhere, but I was on the main drag (Hwy 38) which meant lots of traffic and action for a "country" girl. The sounds of today were quite lovely; I tend to sit in front of the government center where the fountains are. Green space. Alone. Shared with everyone. I close my eyes and remember.
Day 3: I caved. The pull of all that good music--it's like having a soundtrack to my life. I can't help it! Well, I won't sweat it. It was kinda nice without the music. Maybe I'll just let my iPod run out of battery more often.
I like to think that on Monday nights I do my part to be a better listener. Monday night is always poker night here at our home...and inevitably people leave angry. I just kick it upstairs, knowing and waiting that I will hear someone's bad-beat story. (Let me guess: You had it the whole way and someone sucked it out on the river. Man, I am so good.)
Listening truly is a skill. But it's easy to do--you know, that whole active listening thing. I think my favorite thing to do when it comes to listening is eavesdrop. I'll admit it! As a waitress, there are some conversations you happen into that you do not want to walk away from. You have to be covert though. People can tell when you hover a little too long. (Although there is nothing more uncomfortable than having the break-up table. People!! Why are you doing this in public? Is she/he really that crazy? ...maybe)
The best place to listen is the bus. In fact, I love it when I notice someone listening to conversations I'm having. Marcy and I were heading out to bike ride and just jawing about everything. I think we were more amusing to the lady in front of us than to each other. This is why I think it's tragic that we're all plugged into our iPods all the time. I'm as guilty as the next person, but I do bless the moments when I forget to charge it and am forced to listen to sounds of life rather than my music.
So, much in the same way I turned off my cell phone off for a week many months ago, I am going to *gulp* leave my iPod at home for a week. The only exception is I get to listen to it when I work out. Come on, it's my motivation! We'll see how it goes.
Update: Day 1 was OK although all I heard on the bus was how sick everyone is! I think my biggest pet peeve is when people sniffle. Blow your nose please! Anyway, I thought it was going to be really hard, especially because an album I was excited about came out today, but it wasn't that bad. I enjoyed my connection to the outside world. Plus I don't have to fight the urge to sing outloud and dance as I walk down the street, which is quite the inner struggle.
Day 2: Sirens always remind me of home...I know I grew up in the middle of nowhere, but I was on the main drag (Hwy 38) which meant lots of traffic and action for a "country" girl. The sounds of today were quite lovely; I tend to sit in front of the government center where the fountains are. Green space. Alone. Shared with everyone. I close my eyes and remember.
Day 3: I caved. The pull of all that good music--it's like having a soundtrack to my life. I can't help it! Well, I won't sweat it. It was kinda nice without the music. Maybe I'll just let my iPod run out of battery more often.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
In the background, I guess
September 11, 2007 - Tuesday
My sister called me in the middle of work today. I jumped up and down and screamed like a little girl...not sure if my co-workers have seen that side of me yet. But most likely they have.
It had been a month since we had spoken on the phone. After freaking out, "I miss you!!" about ten times, I started talking about how it was only 11 months until she comes home, which is why this September is so great. Well, I think she might be staying a little longer than 11 months.
I am slowly coming to realize that my sister will not be as close (in proximity) to me as she was when we were going to college. I was willing to deal with this for a little while by simply not thinking about it. (Hey! It works!) But what does someone do when someone you love is so far away and intends to stay there for some time? Visit...of course. Move there? Out of the question. Deal? I suppose. Bummer.
I am trying to think of a way that I can be optimistic about this: my curse. Laura always gets me the greatest things from everywhere in the world, so I will have great clothes. Plus (oh! I totally forgot about this!) she is leaving all of her clothes and shoes here...Oh I love her clothes. I guess it's an alternative to her. It reminds me of her anyway.
My sister called me in the middle of work today. I jumped up and down and screamed like a little girl...not sure if my co-workers have seen that side of me yet. But most likely they have.
It had been a month since we had spoken on the phone. After freaking out, "I miss you!!" about ten times, I started talking about how it was only 11 months until she comes home, which is why this September is so great. Well, I think she might be staying a little longer than 11 months.
I am slowly coming to realize that my sister will not be as close (in proximity) to me as she was when we were going to college. I was willing to deal with this for a little while by simply not thinking about it. (Hey! It works!) But what does someone do when someone you love is so far away and intends to stay there for some time? Visit...of course. Move there? Out of the question. Deal? I suppose. Bummer.
I am trying to think of a way that I can be optimistic about this: my curse. Laura always gets me the greatest things from everywhere in the world, so I will have great clothes. Plus (oh! I totally forgot about this!) she is leaving all of her clothes and shoes here...Oh I love her clothes. I guess it's an alternative to her. It reminds me of her anyway.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Halloween costumes in Walgreens affect me
September 9, 2007 - Sunday
Gross, it's September. OK we all knew it was coming. I will try to keep it short. For the first time in about five months, listening to The Cure actually depresses me.
I like to use that band as a barometer. When the sun beats down and the mercury approaches 70 F, they make me jam and smile and all those really obnoxious things I do when I dig a song.
But when the sun starts rising after 7am and I have to wear a sweater, those songs get tucked away like all my cute shoes...if I were to see/hear them, I would surely go into a state of severe depression.
OK, it's not that bad yet. BUT WHY???? Why don't I live in Hawaii? Why do I have to torture myself? Well, I suppose I wouldn't have as much to write about...
Gross, it's September. OK we all knew it was coming. I will try to keep it short. For the first time in about five months, listening to The Cure actually depresses me.
I like to use that band as a barometer. When the sun beats down and the mercury approaches 70 F, they make me jam and smile and all those really obnoxious things I do when I dig a song.
But when the sun starts rising after 7am and I have to wear a sweater, those songs get tucked away like all my cute shoes...if I were to see/hear them, I would surely go into a state of severe depression.
OK, it's not that bad yet. BUT WHY???? Why don't I live in Hawaii? Why do I have to torture myself? Well, I suppose I wouldn't have as much to write about...
Fascination
Another year of football has begun, and with it comes Sundays and Mondays of sitting on couches and bars talking about statistics so vital. It amazes me how people who have very little in common and could actually care less about each other can talk for hours about interceptions, defensive lines, offensive coordinators, completion percentages, yadda yadda yadda...
All of this prompts: How well do I really know the people I think I know? What sort of things creates bonds between people?
A good friend and I were chatting last night and she and I agreed that we really liked each other and we were both very lucky to have such a cool friendship. I don't know that I have had that sort of conversation with many people.
What are the things about people that make me (or anyone for that matter) hang out, share stories and swap secrets with them?
Of course, similarities in taste, from movies to music, make it easier to relate to someone. It's always easy to get along with someone who has a similar background, similar political views, similar schooling...but is this really what we desire? What about that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry dates the female version of Jerry? It didn't work out. All that talk about opposites attract: I don't know about that either.
You could move from psychological to physiological. I'm not going to want to hang out for very long if your hygiene is a bit lax, you know? And there is something to smell in general. That High Fidelity, smells-like-home thing.
After all this, I guess maybe I don't want the question answered. What fun would it be to know why I like the people I like? I'll take a page from the late Madeline L'Engle: stop looking for answers and start appreciating the mysteries of the universe. Now that makes me smile, and really, what could be better than that?
All of this prompts: How well do I really know the people I think I know? What sort of things creates bonds between people?
A good friend and I were chatting last night and she and I agreed that we really liked each other and we were both very lucky to have such a cool friendship. I don't know that I have had that sort of conversation with many people.
What are the things about people that make me (or anyone for that matter) hang out, share stories and swap secrets with them?
Of course, similarities in taste, from movies to music, make it easier to relate to someone. It's always easy to get along with someone who has a similar background, similar political views, similar schooling...but is this really what we desire? What about that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry dates the female version of Jerry? It didn't work out. All that talk about opposites attract: I don't know about that either.
You could move from psychological to physiological. I'm not going to want to hang out for very long if your hygiene is a bit lax, you know? And there is something to smell in general. That High Fidelity, smells-like-home thing.
After all this, I guess maybe I don't want the question answered. What fun would it be to know why I like the people I like? I'll take a page from the late Madeline L'Engle: stop looking for answers and start appreciating the mysteries of the universe. Now that makes me smile, and really, what could be better than that?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Your Time is Gonna Come
September 8, 2007 - Saturday
Two things were brought to my attention today, both of which affect me tremendously:
1. Madeline L'Engle died Thursday
2. Led Zepplin is reuniting for a concert.
I can't say for certain, because I was about 9 years old, but "A Wrinkle in Time" is most likely the reason I am the bookworm I am today. I read it about 12 times in elementary school.
Madeline L'Engle is indirectly responsible for many of the silly/impractical things I have done and continue to do. Switching from a math major to a journalism major, crossing the universe fighting evil, creating a book blog, writing a book or two (still working on the two in that), reading until 4am, wanting to be a librarian...
I am not mourning her death; the women influenced millions of readers and lived a long life. I am simply reflecting on how much one person, one person you may have never met and might not think of every day, can have such a profound effect on anyone's life.
Around the same time I was reading about genius children my age running around the universe fighting evil to save their scientist father, I met Heather Hawkinson who, in turn, introduced me to one of my first loves: Led Zepplin.
Being a child who grew up in a virtually hippy-free zone, this was quite a shock to me. Not to say that Zepplin fans are hippies. If some of my friends heard me say that, I wouldn't see light again.
All of this in incidental to the fact that throughout my life, this band has followed me around.
As you shed the skin of your childhood, shake off your adolescence (thank God!) and move into what we like to call adult life, you leave a lot behind that you thought you were passionate about.
Either passion is fleeting (for which an argument can be made) or many things disguise themselves as passion. (Obsessed much?) Led Zepplin has its claws in me and my passion for music is nothing in disguise.
So, although I may not be spending the $500-$700 for a ticket just to get into the show (I can't imagine getting to London would be cheap either.) I must say that I am freaking out. This band that broke up before I was born and still affected me so much, is getting together to play again. And I *could* witness it. Hey, I didn't say I wasn't gonna drop the money to see them, I just said I may not.
So, before lunch, I have witnessed a sort of death-and-rebirth that has directly affected me so personally. Geez, I don't know if I should do anything or just go back to bed because any more of something like that could just be too heavy.
Two things were brought to my attention today, both of which affect me tremendously:
1. Madeline L'Engle died Thursday
2. Led Zepplin is reuniting for a concert.
I can't say for certain, because I was about 9 years old, but "A Wrinkle in Time" is most likely the reason I am the bookworm I am today. I read it about 12 times in elementary school.
Madeline L'Engle is indirectly responsible for many of the silly/impractical things I have done and continue to do. Switching from a math major to a journalism major, crossing the universe fighting evil, creating a book blog, writing a book or two (still working on the two in that), reading until 4am, wanting to be a librarian...
I am not mourning her death; the women influenced millions of readers and lived a long life. I am simply reflecting on how much one person, one person you may have never met and might not think of every day, can have such a profound effect on anyone's life.
Around the same time I was reading about genius children my age running around the universe fighting evil to save their scientist father, I met Heather Hawkinson who, in turn, introduced me to one of my first loves: Led Zepplin.
Being a child who grew up in a virtually hippy-free zone, this was quite a shock to me. Not to say that Zepplin fans are hippies. If some of my friends heard me say that, I wouldn't see light again.
All of this in incidental to the fact that throughout my life, this band has followed me around.
As you shed the skin of your childhood, shake off your adolescence (thank God!) and move into what we like to call adult life, you leave a lot behind that you thought you were passionate about.
Either passion is fleeting (for which an argument can be made) or many things disguise themselves as passion. (Obsessed much?) Led Zepplin has its claws in me and my passion for music is nothing in disguise.
So, although I may not be spending the $500-$700 for a ticket just to get into the show (I can't imagine getting to London would be cheap either.) I must say that I am freaking out. This band that broke up before I was born and still affected me so much, is getting together to play again. And I *could* witness it. Hey, I didn't say I wasn't gonna drop the money to see them, I just said I may not.
So, before lunch, I have witnessed a sort of death-and-rebirth that has directly affected me so personally. Geez, I don't know if I should do anything or just go back to bed because any more of something like that could just be too heavy.
Friday, September 7, 2007
This one goes to 11
September 7, 2007 - Friday
Sound is such a big part of my memory. It triggers more feelings than any other sense I have.
It could be that I can name songs based on when they were relevant to me. I could make a timeline of my whole life with the Top 40 crap I have had to endure, not to mention the millions of songs I actually love!
Why is it that I can't listen to an easy-listening station without thinking about the dentist? I can literally feel the revolving brush when I hear Paula Cole. *shudder* (Now, I'm not saying I choose to listen to this, but you know...you're in the car with your parents' friends and you're not going to make a crack about their radio station...)
What happened in the year 1991 that I can literally name off lists of songs and artists on the Top 40? Toad the Wet Sprocket? Yuck!! The state of music in the early '90s was so sad, but the optimist in me found a way to rock out to EMF. Now, it's a cheese commercial. What an insult to the cheese.
How about soundtracks to movies? Now there is a trip: you hear a song and it reminds you of a part in a certain movie AND whatever it may trigger in your own life. Then you get it twisted and start to think you were jamming with Spinal Tap while seducing Kate Hudson. Wait...that's not quite right!
The real question isn't how much you can relate to all of this. The real question is: WTF is with those people that don't live and breath for some music? I'm talking about the people who don't have passion for something that makes them move. Come again? How do you get through the day? Jam, man! I can barely handle not singing and dancing with my MP3 player on the bus (for the sake of others' sanity of course); where do you release all that...excess emotion? It makes me wonder.
I like music. I like people who like music. I like people who don't judge me based on the kind of music I jam out to. I like people who make no apologies for what they freak out to. Something sexy about that.
Sound is such a big part of my memory. It triggers more feelings than any other sense I have.
It could be that I can name songs based on when they were relevant to me. I could make a timeline of my whole life with the Top 40 crap I have had to endure, not to mention the millions of songs I actually love!
Why is it that I can't listen to an easy-listening station without thinking about the dentist? I can literally feel the revolving brush when I hear Paula Cole. *shudder* (Now, I'm not saying I choose to listen to this, but you know...you're in the car with your parents' friends and you're not going to make a crack about their radio station...)
What happened in the year 1991 that I can literally name off lists of songs and artists on the Top 40? Toad the Wet Sprocket? Yuck!! The state of music in the early '90s was so sad, but the optimist in me found a way to rock out to EMF. Now, it's a cheese commercial. What an insult to the cheese.
How about soundtracks to movies? Now there is a trip: you hear a song and it reminds you of a part in a certain movie AND whatever it may trigger in your own life. Then you get it twisted and start to think you were jamming with Spinal Tap while seducing Kate Hudson. Wait...that's not quite right!
The real question isn't how much you can relate to all of this. The real question is: WTF is with those people that don't live and breath for some music? I'm talking about the people who don't have passion for something that makes them move. Come again? How do you get through the day? Jam, man! I can barely handle not singing and dancing with my MP3 player on the bus (for the sake of others' sanity of course); where do you release all that...excess emotion? It makes me wonder.
I like music. I like people who like music. I like people who don't judge me based on the kind of music I jam out to. I like people who make no apologies for what they freak out to. Something sexy about that.
"Shh! This is serious!" (Bingo)
September 7, 2007 - Friday
Isn't it interesting how the way someone says something can influence how you interpret or even remember a certain phrase? The inside jokes are always an example, but how about the weird shit that people say in a certain way that just cracks you up--and when anyone else says it or even some variation, you can't hear it any other way. And you can't help but laugh to yourself...
Of course, I have plenty of examples, but none of which I have recorded so as to show the humor. But, what the hell? Might as well write them down for my own amusement:
"Have a good eve." -- Nate Oliver--those who know him know this phrase too well, and it sure makes me crack up.
"B-7" -- The bingo dude at the Crystal VFW--really? How can you speak so clearly and not be able to enunciate the "seven" in this particular phrase?
"Hot hammy sammy!" -- Tim Busch -- everything to do with an elementary school principal and school lunch. And I stomp my feet on the ground I am laughing so hard.
"Hello my frien ... do you like my bah-dee?" -- Whipper -- I don't know that I have even heard him say this, but the impressions are delightful.
"To-nie! I'll have a mocha-frapaccino-latte-cafe...oh dude, my socks don't match, but I'm making a statement." -- Dave -- on the many uber-liberal, hippy-esque idiots living in Uptown.
"Hello!" (in a Peewee Herman voice) -- all the Watson girls, to the dismay of the men who call them part of their family.
"Oh man!" -- All the Briefman videos.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" -- Kristen, while grabbing my bah-dee in various areas while mimicking drunken Marcus.
I could go on for hours. But it's amusing to think about...especially because everyone has their silly stuff.
Isn't it interesting how the way someone says something can influence how you interpret or even remember a certain phrase? The inside jokes are always an example, but how about the weird shit that people say in a certain way that just cracks you up--and when anyone else says it or even some variation, you can't hear it any other way. And you can't help but laugh to yourself...
Of course, I have plenty of examples, but none of which I have recorded so as to show the humor. But, what the hell? Might as well write them down for my own amusement:
"Have a good eve." -- Nate Oliver--those who know him know this phrase too well, and it sure makes me crack up.
"B-7" -- The bingo dude at the Crystal VFW--really? How can you speak so clearly and not be able to enunciate the "seven" in this particular phrase?
"Hot hammy sammy!" -- Tim Busch -- everything to do with an elementary school principal and school lunch. And I stomp my feet on the ground I am laughing so hard.
"Hello my frien ... do you like my bah-dee?" -- Whipper -- I don't know that I have even heard him say this, but the impressions are delightful.
"To-nie! I'll have a mocha-frapaccino-latte-cafe...oh dude, my socks don't match, but I'm making a statement." -- Dave -- on the many uber-liberal, hippy-esque idiots living in Uptown.
"Hello!" (in a Peewee Herman voice) -- all the Watson girls, to the dismay of the men who call them part of their family.
"Oh man!" -- All the Briefman videos.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" -- Kristen, while grabbing my bah-dee in various areas while mimicking drunken Marcus.
I could go on for hours. But it's amusing to think about...especially because everyone has their silly stuff.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The dog ate my bus pass
September 4, 2007 - Tuesday
A series of unfortunate events this past week are telling me I might want to reconsider taking the bus daily.
1. A bus driver decided she wanted a sandwich from Byerly's more than she wanted to take the specified route. This left me with the choice of walking 1.5 miles home in heels or heading back to Knox and West Broadway to wait in the dark for another bus. I chose walking. In heels.
2. I had to run to catch the bus (which is never fun, but it happens) and ended up spilling my coffee all over my white dress. Now there is a great way to start the day!
3. The 6 I took from Uptown into Northeast stopped at Washington and Hennepin, leaving me to walk over the bridge in the beating sun.
4. I visited a friend whose dog is a fan of women's purses. Among the things I lost: a bus pass with $40 on it. It's a replaceable card (for $5) so it's not the end of the world--but really?!
I also really miss driving my car. I got it five months ago and I haven't put more than 1500 miles on it. How sad.
A series of unfortunate events this past week are telling me I might want to reconsider taking the bus daily.
1. A bus driver decided she wanted a sandwich from Byerly's more than she wanted to take the specified route. This left me with the choice of walking 1.5 miles home in heels or heading back to Knox and West Broadway to wait in the dark for another bus. I chose walking. In heels.
2. I had to run to catch the bus (which is never fun, but it happens) and ended up spilling my coffee all over my white dress. Now there is a great way to start the day!
3. The 6 I took from Uptown into Northeast stopped at Washington and Hennepin, leaving me to walk over the bridge in the beating sun.
4. I visited a friend whose dog is a fan of women's purses. Among the things I lost: a bus pass with $40 on it. It's a replaceable card (for $5) so it's not the end of the world--but really?!
I also really miss driving my car. I got it five months ago and I haven't put more than 1500 miles on it. How sad.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Optimism is such a bitch
September 3, 2007 - Monday
Yes, the summer is over. And that's OK with me. Really! I know you don't believe me. I'm trying to fool myself, you see? Actually I am really depressed, but I decided not to write about it directly because I am in denial.
So I try and get mad about things and I just can't. Or maybe not so much mad, but upset or depressed or something. All I know is I am looking for the silver lining most of the time, which is starting to get annoying.
(Now I am not saying that I don't get pissed or irate or throw punches. Most people that know me long enough are afraid of my cocktail server personality. Hell, I'm afraid of it! Why do you think I'm in the dining room!?)
I'm OK with fall coming for reasons previously written about, although I certainly have an opinion about winter. I'm sure I'll figure out a reason to be OK with it, and it will have something to do with Christmas cookies. It doesn't look good for my Twins and it doesn't faze me.
Something to do with Liriano coming back next year and October still kicking ass even if you're team isn't there. My sis is in South Korea until at least August and I say excellent! I can make some new friends or cultivate the relationships I already have. And on and on the stories go. (I just used the word cultivate.)
The amusing part about this attitude is how it really irritates me at times. Don't be upset about the things that actually are important to you--just be at how you react to them. There are worse things in the world, I suppose. I like looking at the world through rose colored glasses most of the time. It makes for a much more enjoyable time. There are plenty of pessimists out there who would disagree with me; but I'm not going to argue.
Yes, the summer is over. And that's OK with me. Really! I know you don't believe me. I'm trying to fool myself, you see? Actually I am really depressed, but I decided not to write about it directly because I am in denial.
So I try and get mad about things and I just can't. Or maybe not so much mad, but upset or depressed or something. All I know is I am looking for the silver lining most of the time, which is starting to get annoying.
(Now I am not saying that I don't get pissed or irate or throw punches. Most people that know me long enough are afraid of my cocktail server personality. Hell, I'm afraid of it! Why do you think I'm in the dining room!?)
I'm OK with fall coming for reasons previously written about, although I certainly have an opinion about winter. I'm sure I'll figure out a reason to be OK with it, and it will have something to do with Christmas cookies. It doesn't look good for my Twins and it doesn't faze me.
Something to do with Liriano coming back next year and October still kicking ass even if you're team isn't there. My sis is in South Korea until at least August and I say excellent! I can make some new friends or cultivate the relationships I already have. And on and on the stories go. (I just used the word cultivate.)
The amusing part about this attitude is how it really irritates me at times. Don't be upset about the things that actually are important to you--just be at how you react to them. There are worse things in the world, I suppose. I like looking at the world through rose colored glasses most of the time. It makes for a much more enjoyable time. There are plenty of pessimists out there who would disagree with me; but I'm not going to argue.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Peak inside
September 2, 2007 - Sunday
Current mood: bouncy
It's amazing what kinds of things we don't notice or care to notice everyday. Living in a city with so much life (even on Labor Day weekend!) and still I/we revert to doing the same things we always do: creatures of habit.
But the question I have is, what is really a waste of time? Where I grew up, saying "I'm bored" was like swearing. You didn't say it, but if you did, you better not let mom hear you or she'd come after you with a bar of soap. Now I can't imagine saying it--when don't we have something to do? So when I chill on the patio with friends, read my book, take a nap, blog and surf the web; are these things really bad for me? OK are they making me a better person? Does it really even matter? What if tomorrow never comes?
But there are things that I always say I want to do but never get around to doing, maybe because I am being a little lazy. For instance, today I went to the Basillica of St. Mary on Lyndale. I've been wanting to visit since I moved here...SIX years ago! I'm ashamed to admit that even before I moved here it was one of the first places I was excited to see. Those stain-glassed cathedral walls would have waited for me patiently for years, but I know how easily it is to see something everyday but never really appreciate it.
So if it ended tonight, would I be more happy reading a book or going to the Basillica? There's a no-brainer. But the problem with trying to go do everything all the time is the burn-out factor. What about a balance?
"You don't want to die a virgin, do you?" the devil whispers.
Current mood: bouncy
It's amazing what kinds of things we don't notice or care to notice everyday. Living in a city with so much life (even on Labor Day weekend!) and still I/we revert to doing the same things we always do: creatures of habit.
But the question I have is, what is really a waste of time? Where I grew up, saying "I'm bored" was like swearing. You didn't say it, but if you did, you better not let mom hear you or she'd come after you with a bar of soap. Now I can't imagine saying it--when don't we have something to do? So when I chill on the patio with friends, read my book, take a nap, blog and surf the web; are these things really bad for me? OK are they making me a better person? Does it really even matter? What if tomorrow never comes?
But there are things that I always say I want to do but never get around to doing, maybe because I am being a little lazy. For instance, today I went to the Basillica of St. Mary on Lyndale. I've been wanting to visit since I moved here...SIX years ago! I'm ashamed to admit that even before I moved here it was one of the first places I was excited to see. Those stain-glassed cathedral walls would have waited for me patiently for years, but I know how easily it is to see something everyday but never really appreciate it.
So if it ended tonight, would I be more happy reading a book or going to the Basillica? There's a no-brainer. But the problem with trying to go do everything all the time is the burn-out factor. What about a balance?
"You don't want to die a virgin, do you?" the devil whispers.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Why September Rules!
August 30, 2007 - Thursday
Current mood: optimistic
OK, so I may not be a big fan of August ending, what with shorter days and that impending 6-month doom that is winter looming in front of us, but there are a few things that totally psych me up about September:
Fall--trees, 80 degree days and 50 degree nights, bonfires, mmm.
Football--fantasy drafts, shit talking, and excuse to drink beer at least 3 days a week, the Monday night football song, I could go on.
School starts--I don't know why I still care after graduating a few years back, but new classes, teachers, so exciting!
One more month until October--the single greatest month of baseball ever. I can't wait. I don't care if my team is in it (that's a lie, we all know it) but damn if that isn't some of the finest TV ever. And a great excuse to drink beer at least 4 nights a week!
Any other celebrations of September??
Current mood: optimistic
OK, so I may not be a big fan of August ending, what with shorter days and that impending 6-month doom that is winter looming in front of us, but there are a few things that totally psych me up about September:
Fall--trees, 80 degree days and 50 degree nights, bonfires, mmm.
Football--fantasy drafts, shit talking, and excuse to drink beer at least 3 days a week, the Monday night football song, I could go on.
School starts--I don't know why I still care after graduating a few years back, but new classes, teachers, so exciting!
One more month until October--the single greatest month of baseball ever. I can't wait. I don't care if my team is in it (that's a lie, we all know it) but damn if that isn't some of the finest TV ever. And a great excuse to drink beer at least 4 nights a week!
Any other celebrations of September??
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
My end of summer treat...
August 28, 2007 - Tuesday
Current mood: aggravated
So what could be a better way to end the summer than to get sick as hell? Yeah, that's what I thought too. I don't even know where to begin. Who gets sick in the summer? As if the eight months of sitting inside during the winter isn't bad enough.
Here's hoping it goes away by the weekend!
Current mood: aggravated
So what could be a better way to end the summer than to get sick as hell? Yeah, that's what I thought too. I don't even know where to begin. Who gets sick in the summer? As if the eight months of sitting inside during the winter isn't bad enough.
Here's hoping it goes away by the weekend!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sirens
August 26, 2007 - Sunday
So I am watching Oh Brother Where Art Thou and I love it so much! How clever is it that it's based on the Odyssey? The Cohen brothers are brilliant! Which of their movies is my favorite?
Hard to say, but I think Fargo is up there.
So I am watching Oh Brother Where Art Thou and I love it so much! How clever is it that it's based on the Odyssey? The Cohen brothers are brilliant! Which of their movies is my favorite?
Hard to say, but I think Fargo is up there.
Monday, August 13, 2007
How do you have a party without electricity?
August 13, 2007 - Monday
Just ask me! I must say that after stressing all day Saturday, there is nothing much some beer can't cure! And some friends. Dave and I finally had our housewarming party after the giant storm took out our power all day and some of the next day.
Car=stereo
Candles=light
Grill=All food source
Coolers from friends=fridge
And so it went...until 6am. What fun!
Just ask me! I must say that after stressing all day Saturday, there is nothing much some beer can't cure! And some friends. Dave and I finally had our housewarming party after the giant storm took out our power all day and some of the next day.
Car=stereo
Candles=light
Grill=All food source
Coolers from friends=fridge
And so it went...until 6am. What fun!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Workaholic much?
July 15, 2007 - Sunday
Working is a serious addiction for many people, myself included. I can't decide why it is. I like money and I like the peace of mind, I guess. But I often say that I wouldn't stop working if I won the lottery. What is that all about?
I have noticed that a lot of people I know are like this. My husband works two jobs (you could say three if you consider poker a job--ha!) and a few of my friends just picked up another job in addition to the one they work at full time. What inspires us to push ourselves to this degree?
Working is a serious addiction for many people, myself included. I can't decide why it is. I like money and I like the peace of mind, I guess. But I often say that I wouldn't stop working if I won the lottery. What is that all about?
I have noticed that a lot of people I know are like this. My husband works two jobs (you could say three if you consider poker a job--ha!) and a few of my friends just picked up another job in addition to the one they work at full time. What inspires us to push ourselves to this degree?
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Like a Butterfinger commercial
July 3, 2007 - Tuesday
Current mood: chipper
I'm not sure what it was about today, but I felt like a kid about 100 times over. I rode the bus and felt self-concious about where I was going, but in an exciting way--like if it went the wrong way it wouldn't matter because I could figure it out. I walked in the rain without a care. I sped down the bike trail at warp speeds, pushing myself up and down hills with reckless abandon. I smelled fireworks. I watched an 11-year-old girl throw her bats after little league. The neighbor girl and I chased my cats in the dirt. The neighbor boys called to us from across the street.
Now I am beat and I need a bath! Ha! I wonder how often this stuff happens and I don't notice it.
Current mood: chipper
I'm not sure what it was about today, but I felt like a kid about 100 times over. I rode the bus and felt self-concious about where I was going, but in an exciting way--like if it went the wrong way it wouldn't matter because I could figure it out. I walked in the rain without a care. I sped down the bike trail at warp speeds, pushing myself up and down hills with reckless abandon. I smelled fireworks. I watched an 11-year-old girl throw her bats after little league. The neighbor girl and I chased my cats in the dirt. The neighbor boys called to us from across the street.
Now I am beat and I need a bath! Ha! I wonder how often this stuff happens and I don't notice it.
Monday, July 2, 2007
What is appropriate for work?
July 2, 2007 - Monday
Current mood: silly
Hmm...so I have a real "office" job. I am not sure exactly what I can and can't wear. I see so many different interpretations of "business casual." Here is what I know so far:
Open-toed shoes are OK, flip-flops are not.Pants are fine. Jeans OK on Fridays.
Can I wear a sleeveless shirt? I don't know these things! Would a dress code be nice? Probably. As much as I don't like the whole uniform thing, it sure makes things a no-brainer.
Current mood: silly
Hmm...so I have a real "office" job. I am not sure exactly what I can and can't wear. I see so many different interpretations of "business casual." Here is what I know so far:
Open-toed shoes are OK, flip-flops are not.Pants are fine. Jeans OK on Fridays.
Can I wear a sleeveless shirt? I don't know these things! Would a dress code be nice? Probably. As much as I don't like the whole uniform thing, it sure makes things a no-brainer.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The jerk store called...
July 1, 2007 - Sunday
Why are people such jerks? Were they born that way? Did something happen to make them that way? Has their whole life been molding them into that?
Why are people such jerks? Were they born that way? Did something happen to make them that way? Has their whole life been molding them into that?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Waking up is hard to do.
June 26, 2007 - Tuesday
Current mood: optimistic
I start my new job this coming week (I think. I find out for sure tomorrow.) and I will have to be on the bus by 7:23. This means getting up a little earlier than I have been used to for several years. I used to do it back in the day, so I know I can. I just need a refresher course. Here is my plan:
Go to bed earlier (Duh)
No caffiene after 5ish
Exercise earlier in the day
Set two alarms
Read or something else very chill to unwind before bed
Any advice on this subject would be welcome. I am a little nervous. Eeek!
Current mood: optimistic
I start my new job this coming week (I think. I find out for sure tomorrow.) and I will have to be on the bus by 7:23. This means getting up a little earlier than I have been used to for several years. I used to do it back in the day, so I know I can. I just need a refresher course. Here is my plan:
Go to bed earlier (Duh)
No caffiene after 5ish
Exercise earlier in the day
Set two alarms
Read or something else very chill to unwind before bed
Any advice on this subject would be welcome. I am a little nervous. Eeek!
Monday, June 25, 2007
The thrifty side of life
June 25, 2007 - Monday
Current mood: Motivated
Things to do that cost little or no money:
Go to Ikea with your mom--resist temptation
Go on a walk
Go on a bike ride
Go to the library
Read the book you got from the library
Blog
Pick strawberries with your friend and her mom
Go to garage sales
Play the piano
Go to the park and swing (for awhile until you get sick)
Others?
Current mood: Motivated
Things to do that cost little or no money:
Go to Ikea with your mom--resist temptation
Go on a walk
Go on a bike ride
Go to the library
Read the book you got from the library
Blog
Pick strawberries with your friend and her mom
Go to garage sales
Play the piano
Go to the park and swing (for awhile until you get sick)
Others?
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Can a single sentence change your perspective?
June 23, 2007 - Saturday
After thinking and drinking with my friends, it has come down to this: Life is sacred and beautiful. Life is amazing and fun. Don't take anything for granted.
The cab driver who drove me home last week has family in the Ukraine--he plans to go see them sometime this fall. The man who fixed my air conditioner this week sat with Dave and I while we ate breakfast and chatted--he can't stand York air conditioners; they are built with little thought to maintainence.
Claude, my fat cat, lives for the afternoons when he can go outside and eat grass. Gordon, my silly kitten, chases laser pens and is afraid of my electric stud finder. I met my friend's two tortoises this weekend -- their house is a hollowed out bookshelf turned on its side.
I parked at a meter two weeks ago with 20 minutes left on it -- 20 minutes before the meter maids quit for the day. I answered a phone call from a number I didn't recognize right before I had to work -- it was my sister calling from Italy.
Celebrate it! What little something with a big story has happened on your watch?
After thinking and drinking with my friends, it has come down to this: Life is sacred and beautiful. Life is amazing and fun. Don't take anything for granted.
The cab driver who drove me home last week has family in the Ukraine--he plans to go see them sometime this fall. The man who fixed my air conditioner this week sat with Dave and I while we ate breakfast and chatted--he can't stand York air conditioners; they are built with little thought to maintainence.
Claude, my fat cat, lives for the afternoons when he can go outside and eat grass. Gordon, my silly kitten, chases laser pens and is afraid of my electric stud finder. I met my friend's two tortoises this weekend -- their house is a hollowed out bookshelf turned on its side.
I parked at a meter two weeks ago with 20 minutes left on it -- 20 minutes before the meter maids quit for the day. I answered a phone call from a number I didn't recognize right before I had to work -- it was my sister calling from Italy.
Celebrate it! What little something with a big story has happened on your watch?
Friday, June 22, 2007
Wait wait! Don't tell me!
June 22, 2007 - Friday
Current mood: crazy
I am going through serious podcast withdrawl as my computer is in the shop getting fixed. I don't want to subscribe with my other computer because I only listen to it on my iPod and I don't have the patience to figure out how to add a podcast to my ipod without erasing everything else on it if I synch it to another library. Grrr. Too annoying.
There are certainly a lot more things to be annoyed at now that technology is everywhere. Is there ever a time of day where you aren't being touched by it? I think the only time for me is when I am outside reading a book or visiting with friends. But we got together by talking over the phone or with email...does that count? I guess I really can't complain. For all the ills of technology, it sure makes life a lot easier and me a lot lazier!
Current mood: crazy
I am going through serious podcast withdrawl as my computer is in the shop getting fixed. I don't want to subscribe with my other computer because I only listen to it on my iPod and I don't have the patience to figure out how to add a podcast to my ipod without erasing everything else on it if I synch it to another library. Grrr. Too annoying.
There are certainly a lot more things to be annoyed at now that technology is everywhere. Is there ever a time of day where you aren't being touched by it? I think the only time for me is when I am outside reading a book or visiting with friends. But we got together by talking over the phone or with email...does that count? I guess I really can't complain. For all the ills of technology, it sure makes life a lot easier and me a lot lazier!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Bread and circuses
June 27, 2007 - Wednesday
Current mood: irritated
I'm taking a break today from my normally mild-mannered blog to bring you a rant--because you can never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.
Today I am greeted with some information about Paris Hilton's "post-prison look." I got the first glimpse. What I saw was frightening, and I'm not just talking about Paris Hilton.
Is there some reason that we need Paris Hilton to be in our news? The people pages, tabloids? Sure. And I'm not saying everyone doesn't deserve a guilty pleasure. (full disclosure: Best Week Ever on VH1 is mine.)
But do I really need to find out that Paris Hilton took off from jail while I was watching Sports Center in Vegas?!? No, I do not. I need to know whether the Twins are winning and what the latest K.G. trade rumors are. Do I need to read about it again when I come home from vacation--on the front page of the Star Tribune? This prompted my first-ever letter to the editor of my beloved paper. Isn't there something going on that better belongs on the front page? I could think of a few things.
Why is there such a stir about this? And more importantly, what does this say about the priorities of many people in this country and in the news media? (The old art/life imitation conundrum.)
(And for all you A.P. style crazies out there: Isn't it annoying how they used prison in the incorrect way just for some lame alliteration?)
Current mood: irritated
I'm taking a break today from my normally mild-mannered blog to bring you a rant--because you can never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.
Today I am greeted with some information about Paris Hilton's "post-prison look." I got the first glimpse. What I saw was frightening, and I'm not just talking about Paris Hilton.
Is there some reason that we need Paris Hilton to be in our news? The people pages, tabloids? Sure. And I'm not saying everyone doesn't deserve a guilty pleasure. (full disclosure: Best Week Ever on VH1 is mine.)
But do I really need to find out that Paris Hilton took off from jail while I was watching Sports Center in Vegas?!? No, I do not. I need to know whether the Twins are winning and what the latest K.G. trade rumors are. Do I need to read about it again when I come home from vacation--on the front page of the Star Tribune? This prompted my first-ever letter to the editor of my beloved paper. Isn't there something going on that better belongs on the front page? I could think of a few things.
Why is there such a stir about this? And more importantly, what does this say about the priorities of many people in this country and in the news media? (The old art/life imitation conundrum.)
(And for all you A.P. style crazies out there: Isn't it annoying how they used prison in the incorrect way just for some lame alliteration?)
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Do you like good things?
May 30, 2007 - Wednesday
I do. Some of my favorites that have no real relevance are medium rare steak, red wine, triples (as in baseball), (snail) mail, dancing, a bed that's made, manual transmissions, people with dogs, lists, and a clean refrigerator.
What about you?
I do. Some of my favorites that have no real relevance are medium rare steak, red wine, triples (as in baseball), (snail) mail, dancing, a bed that's made, manual transmissions, people with dogs, lists, and a clean refrigerator.
What about you?
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Yay for the Twins!
May 19, 2007 - Saturday
I love our boys...they rock. And they beat the Brewers! Sweetness. Now we will see how Scott Baker does. I hear some crazy rumor that he has figure out how to pitch. We will see.
P.S. Why aren't we signing Torri? The man is soooooooooo good. (And so pretty. But really, who do I think isn't pretty that wears a baseball uniform and plays for the Twins?)
I love our boys...they rock. And they beat the Brewers! Sweetness. Now we will see how Scott Baker does. I hear some crazy rumor that he has figure out how to pitch. We will see.
P.S. Why aren't we signing Torri? The man is soooooooooo good. (And so pretty. But really, who do I think isn't pretty that wears a baseball uniform and plays for the Twins?)
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Day two of being unplugged
May 17, 2007 - Thursday
So today I just put my phone on silence all. I won't hear it while I am working, but I will be able to see missed calls and such. If I had caller ID on a land line I would be able to see who called. Do you like how I justify my behaviour? Spoken like a true addict.
At least I'm trying. What if I tried to truly be unplugged? No email, no Internet, nothing! I would probably get a lot more done. Ha! Like I could do that...
So today I just put my phone on silence all. I won't hear it while I am working, but I will be able to see missed calls and such. If I had caller ID on a land line I would be able to see who called. Do you like how I justify my behaviour? Spoken like a true addict.
At least I'm trying. What if I tried to truly be unplugged? No email, no Internet, nothing! I would probably get a lot more done. Ha! Like I could do that...
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Day one of being unplugged
May 16, 2007 - Wednesday
I shut off my phone at 8am yesterday morning. I came to realize that maybe I should just shut it off while I am at work and leave it at home whenever I go anywhere. For a week. It seemed more realistic, especially since no one knows my work number. My family had to call Dave to get in touch with me. So, day one and day two are going OK, although I had to revise my plan.
I felt a little weird when I shut off my phone. Really not as freaked out as I thought I was going to be. Here is when I freaked out: when I turned on my phone and had 3 messages. For some reason that really made me anxious. Maybe the whole idea of actually having people waiting on me...huh. It's a thought.
Also, I read an article in the paper about how more and more people are shifting to cell phones and not having a land line.
I shut off my phone at 8am yesterday morning. I came to realize that maybe I should just shut it off while I am at work and leave it at home whenever I go anywhere. For a week. It seemed more realistic, especially since no one knows my work number. My family had to call Dave to get in touch with me. So, day one and day two are going OK, although I had to revise my plan.
I felt a little weird when I shut off my phone. Really not as freaked out as I thought I was going to be. Here is when I freaked out: when I turned on my phone and had 3 messages. For some reason that really made me anxious. Maybe the whole idea of actually having people waiting on me...huh. It's a thought.
Also, I read an article in the paper about how more and more people are shifting to cell phones and not having a land line.
Monday, May 14, 2007
It's an intervention!
May 14, 2007 - Monday
Seriously now. You know what you've been doing. Interrupting meals with family, creating rifts with friends, distracting you at work. It is time to face the hard facts--you are addicted to your cell phone. Denial is the first step toward acceptance. Let's work together.
While I was lamenting about how time is a non-renewable resource, I couldn't help but notice that our cell phones are permanently glued to us. We can't even go to sleep without knowing where they are (shouldn't that be our children?).
On the flip side, we are frustrated when we can't reach a person or if someone doesn't call us back immediately. We are becoming more impatient.
My challenge for myself is to spend one day without my cell phone. I am going to shut it off. And not turn it back on until the following day. We shall see how it turns out. So, if you intend to call me on Tuesday, May 15, I will not be answering!
Seriously now. You know what you've been doing. Interrupting meals with family, creating rifts with friends, distracting you at work. It is time to face the hard facts--you are addicted to your cell phone. Denial is the first step toward acceptance. Let's work together.
While I was lamenting about how time is a non-renewable resource, I couldn't help but notice that our cell phones are permanently glued to us. We can't even go to sleep without knowing where they are (shouldn't that be our children?).
On the flip side, we are frustrated when we can't reach a person or if someone doesn't call us back immediately. We are becoming more impatient.
My challenge for myself is to spend one day without my cell phone. I am going to shut it off. And not turn it back on until the following day. We shall see how it turns out. So, if you intend to call me on Tuesday, May 15, I will not be answering!
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Time: a non-renewable resource
May 9, 2007 - Wednesday
When I was in college and working two or three jobs, I could understand that I didn't have any free time. That's fine. It was a sacrifice, and I was willing to make it. Hell, I was happy to do it!
What I want to understand is why, when I have only one full-time job, do I suddenly have so much to do and no time to do it in? Is it kind of like when a person gets a raise and they immediately figure out a way to increase what they spend? I think it may be in the same vein.
Now I must look over my life and decide what is really important and what is frivolous. I want to work on our home--that is important. (Sidenote: the carpet and paint is done in the bedroom. Sweet!) I like working at the restaurant, and the money I make lets me work on the house. So what is sucking away all my time? Taking on too many things at once? That might be it. At work I only tackle two or three things a day. That way it gets done. Hmm...might be a good way to go about my to-do list.
Any other ideas about getting more time out of your time? (Short of consuming far too much Red Bull and not sleeping!)
When I was in college and working two or three jobs, I could understand that I didn't have any free time. That's fine. It was a sacrifice, and I was willing to make it. Hell, I was happy to do it!
What I want to understand is why, when I have only one full-time job, do I suddenly have so much to do and no time to do it in? Is it kind of like when a person gets a raise and they immediately figure out a way to increase what they spend? I think it may be in the same vein.
Now I must look over my life and decide what is really important and what is frivolous. I want to work on our home--that is important. (Sidenote: the carpet and paint is done in the bedroom. Sweet!) I like working at the restaurant, and the money I make lets me work on the house. So what is sucking away all my time? Taking on too many things at once? That might be it. At work I only tackle two or three things a day. That way it gets done. Hmm...might be a good way to go about my to-do list.
Any other ideas about getting more time out of your time? (Short of consuming far too much Red Bull and not sleeping!)
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Why can't we be friends? or An ode to the Yankees
April 10, 2007 - Tuesday
Why do I love to hate the Yankees? Is it the gross amounts of money they spend for players who don't need anymore money to begin with? It could have something to do with the fact that they tend to win more championships than most other teams. Or just the pompous attitudes the players seem to have (but isn't that the case with many players from other teams and sports? Maybe it's the concentration of them in all in one dugout: 100% Ego).
There is something so opposite about the Twins from the Yankees. The Twins have one of the smallest payrolls in baseball. And they play the game like it's a game. It is a game! (Sometimes it seems to me that Yankees players act like what they're doing will save the world. If everyone was like me, maybe it would, but tragically, they're not.)
Another thing I don't quite understand is (and this could be the dreaded MN nice thing) why do NY fans boo their own players? I mean, really?!? I guess they must be impatient and unhappy with their bazillion dollar payroll and mediocre performance (?). Just venturing a guess. And why are there people from across the country who have never even visited New York, let alone lived there, who think it is OK to love this team? No! Stick with your home team I say. (But, I guess if someone from Fla. wanted to love the Twins, who am I to say no?)
Anyhow, after all that ranting, I must say that most Yankees fans are a joy to sit next to and make a baseball game a lot of fun. (Except those who forget to shower.) And with that...let's go Twinkies! Let's take the series...
Why do I love to hate the Yankees? Is it the gross amounts of money they spend for players who don't need anymore money to begin with? It could have something to do with the fact that they tend to win more championships than most other teams. Or just the pompous attitudes the players seem to have (but isn't that the case with many players from other teams and sports? Maybe it's the concentration of them in all in one dugout: 100% Ego).
There is something so opposite about the Twins from the Yankees. The Twins have one of the smallest payrolls in baseball. And they play the game like it's a game. It is a game! (Sometimes it seems to me that Yankees players act like what they're doing will save the world. If everyone was like me, maybe it would, but tragically, they're not.)
Another thing I don't quite understand is (and this could be the dreaded MN nice thing) why do NY fans boo their own players? I mean, really?!? I guess they must be impatient and unhappy with their bazillion dollar payroll and mediocre performance (?). Just venturing a guess. And why are there people from across the country who have never even visited New York, let alone lived there, who think it is OK to love this team? No! Stick with your home team I say. (But, I guess if someone from Fla. wanted to love the Twins, who am I to say no?)
Anyhow, after all that ranting, I must say that most Yankees fans are a joy to sit next to and make a baseball game a lot of fun. (Except those who forget to shower.) And with that...let's go Twinkies! Let's take the series...
Thursday, April 5, 2007
3-0...159 to go!!!!!!!!
April 5, 2007 - Thursday
Well, being it is an off-day for my beloved Twinkies, I figure I should officially announce that this was the BEST opening series *ever.*
Maybe it was because we swept the Orioles. Or because it was at the Dome and I love Dome dogs. Rondell White's delicious defense wasn't half-bad either. Home runs on back-to-back pitches is nothing to snear at. But mostly because baseball is back! And the Twins are having as much fun (if not more) playing the game as I am watching it and reading about it in the sports section or on bat-girl.com.
I realize that I am going to have to pace myself if I want to keep up this level of enthusiasm. However, for the first time in three years, I am not going to school and I can watch baseball without guilt...almost every single game. Sweet!
Well, being it is an off-day for my beloved Twinkies, I figure I should officially announce that this was the BEST opening series *ever.*
Maybe it was because we swept the Orioles. Or because it was at the Dome and I love Dome dogs. Rondell White's delicious defense wasn't half-bad either. Home runs on back-to-back pitches is nothing to snear at. But mostly because baseball is back! And the Twins are having as much fun (if not more) playing the game as I am watching it and reading about it in the sports section or on bat-girl.com.
I realize that I am going to have to pace myself if I want to keep up this level of enthusiasm. However, for the first time in three years, I am not going to school and I can watch baseball without guilt...almost every single game. Sweet!
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Baseball will save your soul (or, My Desperate Plea for a Fan)
April 1, 2007 - Sunday
OK that is most likely untrue, however, the regular season is starting tomorrow and I am FREAKING out! I can't tell you how excited I am already. And, if you know me at all, you probably already knew that.
Anyway, my partner-in-crime, my fellow Twins fan, who also happens to be my sister, is moving away this summer. This begs the question: Who will accompany me to the three dozen or so games I go to this year? I can only talk my hubby into going to so many (and my Twins boyfriend, Lew Ford, will only be out for 6 weeks).
So, if you like baseball, and can tolerate me, please step up! Even if you like another team, I can deal with that (unless it's the Yankees and you're not from the Bronx).
OK that is most likely untrue, however, the regular season is starting tomorrow and I am FREAKING out! I can't tell you how excited I am already. And, if you know me at all, you probably already knew that.
Anyway, my partner-in-crime, my fellow Twins fan, who also happens to be my sister, is moving away this summer. This begs the question: Who will accompany me to the three dozen or so games I go to this year? I can only talk my hubby into going to so many (and my Twins boyfriend, Lew Ford, will only be out for 6 weeks).
So, if you like baseball, and can tolerate me, please step up! Even if you like another team, I can deal with that (unless it's the Yankees and you're not from the Bronx).
Do you know what most women's New Years resolutions were?
Seriously: Not to lose weight or buy fewer expensive and complete unnecessary shoes...nope the number one New Year's resolution made by most women is to stop gossiping. *Gasp!*
I know none of my friends gossip (ha!) but it sure can get out of hand easily. Let's all try and go a day without saying anything behind someone's back. It's easier than you think; just don't talk!
I know none of my friends gossip (ha!) but it sure can get out of hand easily. Let's all try and go a day without saying anything behind someone's back. It's easier than you think; just don't talk!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Music and seasons
February 28, 2007 - Wednesday
Yeah, maybe when I write that I can't help but think of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, but I am a super-dork!
I am polling--please comment if you have any thoughts on this!
Are there any bands or types of music that you associate with a certain season or weather? It doesn't even have to make sense or have an explanation. I just want to know about it and feel like I am not alone in these thoughts.
Here are a few of mine:
Sublime=Summer
Led Zepplin=Autumn (not fall, Autumn: weird I know)
Mazzy Star=rain (that calming, sleep-through-your-alarm kind of rain)
Any thoughts? Or any other weird associations?
Yeah, maybe when I write that I can't help but think of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, but I am a super-dork!
I am polling--please comment if you have any thoughts on this!
Are there any bands or types of music that you associate with a certain season or weather? It doesn't even have to make sense or have an explanation. I just want to know about it and feel like I am not alone in these thoughts.
Here are a few of mine:
Sublime=Summer
Led Zepplin=Autumn (not fall, Autumn: weird I know)
Mazzy Star=rain (that calming, sleep-through-your-alarm kind of rain)
Any thoughts? Or any other weird associations?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Frank Caliendo is way too funny!
February 18, 2007 - Sunday
Dave and I went to see Frank Caliendo last night. We had a blast and I am not kidding, we didn't stop laughing the entire time.
Comedy is such an underrated form of entertainment. I would suggest it any day. Laughing and being silly makes every day so much more enjoyable. Some days can be difficult--we all can get down. (Especially if you live in Minnesota and don't see the sun for months and the idea of global warming doesn't seem all that bad.) Laughter truly is the best medicine. I think I will go buy his CD!
Dave and I went to see Frank Caliendo last night. We had a blast and I am not kidding, we didn't stop laughing the entire time.
Comedy is such an underrated form of entertainment. I would suggest it any day. Laughing and being silly makes every day so much more enjoyable. Some days can be difficult--we all can get down. (Especially if you live in Minnesota and don't see the sun for months and the idea of global warming doesn't seem all that bad.) Laughter truly is the best medicine. I think I will go buy his CD!
Monday, February 5, 2007
Nerding out...
February 5, 2007 - Monday
I don't know if this will come as much of a surprise to everyone who knows me, but I have realized I am a serious nerd.
This came to me as I was sitting with my friends while we were waiting for a play to start. The play was a combination of Hamlet with Star Wars characters. I don't need to tell you how dorky that is on *so* many different levels.
I walked up to my friends who were chatting about NPR and I said, "I was just listening to NPR!" Ooh...cringe. Not only am I a nerd but I'm a "liberal."
(Oh and by the way, I have NPR on podcast subscription and I am listening to it right now.)
I don't know if this will come as much of a surprise to everyone who knows me, but I have realized I am a serious nerd.
This came to me as I was sitting with my friends while we were waiting for a play to start. The play was a combination of Hamlet with Star Wars characters. I don't need to tell you how dorky that is on *so* many different levels.
I walked up to my friends who were chatting about NPR and I said, "I was just listening to NPR!" Ooh...cringe. Not only am I a nerd but I'm a "liberal."
(Oh and by the way, I have NPR on podcast subscription and I am listening to it right now.)
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