tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46732242630647585352024-03-13T10:37:05.716-07:00Unspoken Marvelsmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-33845265180183642182008-11-30T15:15:00.000-08:002008-11-30T15:44:11.167-08:00The Singing Bridge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEzOMOu4qb9Ey0cfjroHC_Da31eUiaU4sHBXgcfT5-qyKnzpspGrWhCIbUfmWpmBPFYiI22oQp_7WfE8Oq8vOwFXEDkk4ltrdr9kGnCyVKKaZG1hnYQOAAc_pdR5vGXxLe1CNZwKIK00/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274593748976956818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEzOMOu4qb9Ey0cfjroHC_Da31eUiaU4sHBXgcfT5-qyKnzpspGrWhCIbUfmWpmBPFYiI22oQp_7WfE8Oq8vOwFXEDkk4ltrdr9kGnCyVKKaZG1hnYQOAAc_pdR5vGXxLe1CNZwKIK00/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>This is the "Singing Bridge" in Frankfort, KY.</p><p>Thanksgiving 2008 was wonderful. It was a little different for me this year, as it was the first time I didn't spend the holiday with my own family. Instead, I spent it with my boyfriend's family in Kentucky. I met new friends, and was kindly welcomed into his family. I have many things to be thankful for. </p><p>My boyfriend's mother is so sweet and welcoming. Upon our arrival, we had gift baskets in our rooms. She enclosed a heartfelt note titled "Things to Be Thankful for." Just a little something to put things in perspective. </p><p>Things to Be Thankful for - by Ann <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Landers</span>: </p><p>Be thankful for the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means you have enough to eat.</p><p>Be thankful for the mess you clean up after a party, because it means you have been surrounded by friends. </p><p>Be thankful for the taxes you pay, because it means you're employed. </p><p>Be thankful that your lawn needs mowing and your windows need fixing, because it means you have a home. </p><p>Be thankful for your heating bill, because it means you are warm.</p><p>Be thankful for the laundry, because it means you have clothes to wear.</p><p>Be thankful for the space you find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means you can walk.</p><p>Be thankful for the lady who sings off-key behind you in church, because it means you can hear.</p><p>Be thankful when people complain about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech. </p><p>Be thankful for the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means you're alive. </p><p>Just a little something for perspective, and to remind you of all of the many blessings in your life. I am so thankful for my family, friends, new friends and the singing bridge in KY. Thanksgiving 2008 will always hold a special place in my memory box. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-30288405248233167572008-08-26T16:06:00.000-07:002008-08-26T17:08:45.589-07:00PerspectiveIt has been a long time since I've sat down and written on this site. 4 months actually. I used to equate not writing in my journal as meaning I was happy. Dare I admit, I've been in unchartered waters since my last posting in April. I'm happy! Why do I feel like I immediately need to type knock-on-wood.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NASCAR</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Livin</span>,' which is my friend's reference to these random <em>marvels</em> that I reveal to only a select list of friends, has been neglected. I've been spending my spare time with my boyfriend. Typing that very word just made me feel like the character Rose from the movie <em>In Her Shoes</em>. Remember the scene when Rose (Toni Collette) tells her best friend Amy, whom is played by the actress best known for screaming in a water well in <em>Silence of the Lambs</em>. I'm off on a tangent, sorry, back to my original point. Remember the scene where she over-emphasizes the word boyfriend and keeps referencing her real-life, adult <strong>boyfriend</strong>? That's what typing that word makes me think of. Sounds so cliche, but I'm fearful I have turned into one of <em>those</em> girls that would rather just hang out at home with her boyfriend, rather then force a contrived "girls' night out." My, my how things have changed.<br /><br />I've been enjoying every day, embracing my little random city, and trying not to sweat the small stuff. I keep thanking my lucky stars too that he didn't kick me to the curb when I was dragging my feet in the beginning of our relationship (hence my last entry).<br /><br />On a more serious note, and why I felt most compelled to write tonight... I had a pretty somber day at work today, as a tragedy has hit close to home. I wanted to express my gratitude for the many blessings in my life and acknowledge a family in need right now.<br /><br />The Senior VP in my old department lost his youngest son this past weekend. He was only 15 years old. He was seriously injured in a football game. He suffered from a head injury, and sadly passed peacefully on Sunday. It is absolutely heart-breaking, and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer family. My heart goes out to this man and his family. He is such a genuine, inspiring leader, and family-man, whom challenges his employees both professionally and personally. He stresses the importance of work, life, balance and implements it himself. He has always amazed me by his approachable, down-to-earth nature, even at such a high level. I feel so saddened and sorry for his family. This is such a devastating loss. It sounds like his son Matt was a true angel while living on earth during his short time. My thoughts and prayers are with him and his family during this time. This one just hits close to home and truly puts things in perspective.<br /><br />I pray God helps them through this trying time, and helps give them the strength to prevail. Life is so very precious, each and every day. It just reiterates the importance of letting your loved ones know how much they mean to you. I know God has a plan for each and every one of us, but it's Matt's loved ones left behind that I am worried about. All those young high school kids, football players, coaches, teachers, his family, the community. Many lives have been forever changed.<br /><br />Dear Lord, please take care of Matt's family in this time of sorrow and sadness. Please welcome Matt with open arms into heaven.mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-1154762551486122132008-04-23T18:09:00.000-07:002008-04-23T18:30:54.830-07:001/2 Price Wine NightMy favorite wine bar, on the more "retro" side of town, offers 1/2 price wine nights (by the glass) every Wednesday night. I am a huge fan! Tonight I met a friend of a friend for a few glasses and girl chat. Life is kinda random....<br /><br />I say that because I met this friend through someone that I recently dated in town. The relationship fizzled, but our friendship has remained. Kinda weird how that happens. You meet people through the most random circumstances, and actually develop real friendships.<br /><br />I haven't blogged in ages. It's definitely been a random few months. I'm not even sure where to begin. Bare with me, as I definitely took advantage of 1/2 price wine night!<br /><br />Things are good in my random city. Dare I even admit out loud, I'm content and happy. Last I wrote, I had involved myself in a somewhat toxic situation, with Mr. Dreamy.... only to discover Mr. Dreamy was cheating on me, and had a huge alcoholism problem. I learned tonight that his problem is more severe than I realized, but it isn't my problem anymore. My mom said those words to me the other night when I referenced him for the first time in awhile. It's not my problem, and I need to remember that.<br /><br />I've actually met a seemingly normal, attentive, genuine, kind, affectionate boy.... and it's taken me 5 weeks to appreciate his wonderful qualities. Why is that I've become jaded? I feel it's some times safer to care about someone unobtainable, or self-destructive, who's never going to give me what I want.... rather than care about someone that might actually give me everything I've ever dreamed of or hoped for? I've been struggling with this lately.<br /><br />We had a come-to-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jesus</span> (forgive me Lord for using that word) talk the other night and he literally said, "What is so terrible about being my girlfriend?" How do you explain to someone that it isn't him, at all, that it's clearly me, and my issues. How do you explain to someone that it's easier to be alone, and love the wrong people, than to be with the right person? That doesn't make sense and isn't logical. I don't come from a broken family, I shouldn't type such things.<br /><br />I bounced from one situation to the next, and never landed in between. I am admitting that, at least to my blog. I was magnetically drawn to someone toxic, and thought I could save him. It has taken me awhile to absorb all that I felt, and all that I witnessed. Honestly, it's taken me awhile to forget him, regardless of his toxins.<br /><br />I am trying so hard not to run from what is right in front of me, and to not let Mr. Toxic screw this up for me anymore. Why is it that a missed call from him at 2:08am on Saturday doesn't scream <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bootie</span> call to me, it screams <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">loneliness</span>. Sadly, I still care about his well-being. I still believe there is good in him.<br /><br />It's not my problem anymore.... I'm repeating those words out loud until I believe it.<br /><br />Again, it was 1/2 price wine night.mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-36771764037888836932008-03-13T17:21:00.000-07:002008-03-13T17:32:04.258-07:00I Believe.... words to live by....I believe that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for whom we become.<br /><br />I believe that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that.<br /><br />I believe that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.<br /><br />I believe that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.<br /><br />I believe that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.<br /><br />I believe that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.<br /><br />I believe that you can keep going, long after you think you can't.<br /><br />I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.<br /><br />I believe that either you control your attitude or it controls you.<br /><br />I believe that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.<br /><br />I believe that money is a lousy way of keeping score.<br /><br />I believe that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.<br /><br />I believe that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.<br /><br />I believe that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.<br /><br />I believe that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.<br /><br />I believe that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.<br /><br />I believe that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.<br /><br />I believe that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.<br /><br />I believe that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.<br /><br />I believe that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.<br /><br />I believe that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.<br /><br />I believe that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.<br /><br />I believe that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.<br /><br />I believe that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-56679646555537484632008-03-09T15:33:00.000-07:002008-03-10T18:42:04.457-07:00Pony-Up<a href="http://www.besmartbegreen.com/images/myspace/pony_up_eco_bag.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.besmartbegreen.com/images/myspace/pony_up_eco_bag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.besmartbegreen.com/.../pony_up_eco_bag.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I've been using that phrase lately. <strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">po</span>·<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ny</span> up -</strong> <em>to transfer possession of something concrete or abstract to somebody</em>. I use my own lingo at times, usually out of context though. Pony-Up. I said those two words yesterday to someone I care about. I just wish he'd pony-up. But my words don't seem to resonate, and I can't continue to bang my head against a closed door. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">It's absolutely beautiful outside right now, and I'm still in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pjs</span>. I'm pretending like I'm Carrie Bradshaw today. Sitting with my laptop, typing the trials and tribulations of my own life. Only what I witnessed last night didn't even make an actual episode of Sex & the City. I can't bare to publish the self-destructive behavior I witnessed yet again. I've even been selective with which friends I've chosen to be honest with and share.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I feel like I’m on some self-destructive path … not stimulated by anything, and I keep seeking outside things to give me internal fulfillment. I feel so stuck – and that’s something that I’m not used to. I’m used to jet-setting and spending time with my family and friends, and making memories. I feel like I’m constantly bored here – which makes me THINK, which results in self-pity parties.<br /><br />I want a tennis racquet, I want to volunteer, I want a new job downtown, I want, I want, I want… and none of that will help equate to feeling valued or respected.<br /><br />I don't understand how some people can just cruise through life at 100 mph ,never stopping to really get it. Some people just coast on by, never stopping to think about how their actions impact others. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Often times, it's very easy to confuse physical attraction with a real connection. Admittingly, I'm not emotionally stimulated by him, but geezuz, I am drawn to him. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">I don’t think I have ever had this before… now I know why I should just stick with my usual boy-next-door-types. The overly good-looking types never had to develop the character of real, solid man.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I guess I just wanted him to realize what he had, and I wanted him to pony-up, but he’s not going to… Clearly, I've been ignoring #4 on my Bucket List (see below).</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I re-stumbled across this quote the other day, and I'm repeating it out loud. <em>"Hope is the feeling that you have that the feeling you have isn’t permanent.”</em> (by Jean Kerr). Somehow this line gives me hope. Now that I've unleashed my unspoken thoughts into cyberspace, and am highly doubting anyone will ever read this.... I'm going to motivate and get out of my pjs.<br /></span></div></div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-20843003545705446022008-02-25T11:29:00.000-08:002008-02-25T13:40:40.827-08:00Mental Health Day<a href="http://www.reagentinct.com/wp-content/uploads/homer_drool.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.reagentinct.com/wp-content/uploads/homer_drool.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.reagentinct.com/2007/10/12/mental-health-day/"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">We're all entitled to a Mental Health Day. I'm trying not to feel guilty for taking a personal day. I haven't had a day off since Christmas and my company isn't very gracious with their vacation policy. Honestly, I just needed a day to work through some things, and there's nothing more theraputic than taking a long walk on a beautiful morning, and just enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Last week was emotionally draining. I felt like I was stuck in a bad Lifetime movie. A complex friend of mine ended up in the hospital for binge drinking, combined with mixing prescription meds and Benadryl. He's seriously lucky to be alive. The actual event itself isn't what scares me, it's the self-destructive behavior that led to the event that truly has me concerned. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">I know that life isn't always easy. Most of us are pretty complex and semi-jaded.l have issues, you probably issues, who doesn't have issues? My friend sent out a sarcastic e-mail the other day saying that she has finally figured out why our generation is having such a hard time being happy. The problem is that when growing up, we didn't have the Summer Infant Soothing Spa and Shower Baby Bath!! I'm not even sure what that is.... but she said our parents got it all wrong. Didn't they realize that we needed hundreds of clothes and baby toys galore all before we were the age of 1 to truly be happy? And here we all are, 30 years later, suffering as the result. She was only trying to make herself feel better, but maybe she's onto something. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-24670050588880396832007-12-30T10:38:00.000-08:002007-12-30T12:06:21.203-08:00My 2008 "Bucket List"<a href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_5/BucketListMoviePoster.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_5/BucketListMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, 2007 is nearing the end. This year flew by at times, yet moved in slow motion at others. I had my one-year-relocation-cost-commitment with my company looming over me. When 7-31-07 arrived I celebrated. No more anxiety over having to pay back my company the cost of relocating me here if things didn't pan out with the job. I served my time, and I was finally free.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">I grew a lot this past year. I mean, I think we all grow and evolve constantly as individuals, but for me, this past year especially. Not to toot my own horn, but a dear friend recently complimented me by saying that I am "brave" and that I just keep "trying things out until they fit." I moved to this new city solely for a job. I didn't know a single person living here. I had a handful of names and email addresses to contact once I arrived, but honestly, I took a giant leap of faith. I'm such a creature whom thrives from being surrounded by my family and my most favorite people. I am stimulated by my surroundings and the environment. Truthfully, moving to a new city for my career was out of character. It's never been about my career. That actually ranks low on my priority list. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">I gained more perspective this year, and am so thankful for my many blessings. I finally let go of someone that I thought would always be a part of my life. I came to terms with the reality of our situation, and I healed on my own, even without closure. I even managed to find a new crush, and feel something good again. I am thankful for the experience and from the lesson learned. I also had the best birthday party of my life. My <span style="color:#000000;">30<span style="color:#ffff00;">-</span>60</span> party that I shared with my father. It was a kick'n good time, celebrating with my most favorite people all in one place. I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful family and amazing friendships. On a more somber note, I lost my nana this year. I know we all lose loved ones, and grandparents naturally pass on first, but she was my last living grandparent. It almost felt like an end of an era. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Why is it that at the end of every year we stop and evaluate where we are, who we are, and what we're hopeful for in the new year ahead? We make new years resolutions. We reach out to old friends if we've allowed time and distance to get in the way. We try to mend relationships and form bridges to let people in. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">I've decided not to make a resolution this year. In past, I've tried to exercise more frequently, eat healthier, be a better pen-pal, see my parents more often, stop drinking soda, and vowel to take more trips. I feel like I am currently doing these things so instead I'm making a "Bucket List." I stole that idea from a movie that's being released soon. I'm creating a list of things I want to do and experience in 2008. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">With that, here's my Bucket List: </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">1. Take trips because I want to (not b/c I feel obligated). Maybe even go to Europe (I haven't been back since 1999)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">2. Work on my photography portfolio</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">3. Move to a new city because I want to live there (not b/c of the job opportunity)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">4. Fall in love with the right person</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">5. Write a business plan for my card company (stop buying cards and start creating my own line)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">6. Listen to NPR more frequently</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">7. Read more intelligent books, read less fluff</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">8. Visit my beloved city, San Francisco, more frequently no matter how much it costs</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">9. Become a better cook and learn my mother's secret Italian recipes. Make my pasta noodles from scratch. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">10. Write and actually submit my work</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">11. Pay off my Visa credit card bill</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">12. Volunteer at an Assisted Living facility</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Every new year is a gift and a chance to do better. Here's to "trying things out until they fit" in 2008! </span></div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-32124508632562881822007-11-18T18:04:00.001-08:002008-11-12T21:44:25.603-08:00Fall is Here<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134366816000210162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadylsQHcjvOBhX2wat5lHc-xgSd6sP3_xKT-F0knp6irQ0z1dmHBHjLWoSbMDTVDyF8Cl7d-RkT-zr7DaX4h8hz-s4VRZh1AdepdsJ0pr6Lshy9IXsuG4hYkmBSoSXqWWFjNnqYTwmJo/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">It's been a long time since I've blogged. It's becoming the thing to do. I keep getting sent links from friends to check out their latest blog entry. People blog about all sorts of things...i.e. building a house, being preggers or traveling overseas! I've kept my blog a secret for months..... someone might discover my random thoughts soon :-) </span><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Fall has officially set in here in random NC. I took a bunch of pics during my stroll through my neighborhood this morning. The leaves are changing. I love this time of year. I'm looking forward to the upcoming holidays, going home and spending time with my family and old friends. It has been 6 months since I've been home. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Things I'm thankful for this year:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">1. My family - everyone has their health and we're all able to celebrate the upcoming holidays together</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">2. My new job - I'm FINALLY breaking out of media!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">3. I'm over the one-year hump in my new zip code and this place has completely grown on me! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Alright, I'm signing off. I've got an early Monday morning meeting tomorrow. I'll try to be a better blogger... now that everyone is doing it!!! I've gotta keep up w/ the rest of them. </span></div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-20809831274334938072007-03-25T07:26:00.000-07:002007-03-25T10:06:41.935-07:00Spring Fever<span style="font-family:arial;">I forgot how much I enjoyed spring time. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tis</span></span> the season - it has officially arrived. There's something about sunshine, warmth and daylight-savings that puts me in a good mood. I can hear the birds chirping outside this morning, as I drink my morning coffee and type. I'm gearing up for my a.m. walk, but currently waiting on my new shuffle to charge.<br /><br />I had dinner last night with an extremely diverse group of women. The ages ranged from mid-20's to mid-50's. I happened to sit next to the most eccentric one in the group. She exuded such positive energy, and had quite a spiritual aura about her. I envy her, as she just quit corporate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">america</span></span> and is pursuing her true passion of F<em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">eng</span></span> S<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hui</span></span></em>. She's proof that it's never too late to pursue your true passion in life, and make it your livelihood.<br /><br /><strong>Manifest positive energy</strong>. She kept repeating those words to me. There's been all this hype about <em>The Secret</em> lately. Have you heard of this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">philosophy</span>? I haven't watched the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dvd</span> yet (my aunt sent me a copy), but I've been told <em>The Secret</em> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">transforms</span> lives - if you choose to live it. My new friend referenced <em>The Secret</em> as well. I guess I better figure out how to hook up my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dvd</span> player and watch this soon. I do believe in it though, to some extent. If you exude positive energy - I think the universe will give it back to you. My new friend spoke of my "Saturn return" ending, and that I'm now approaching my Power Year. I had heard of the Saturn return prior to last nights dinner conversation, as I accredit that theory as being one of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">influences</span> that led me back east last year. But I wasn't familiar with my power year approaching.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">On that note, I've got Spring Fever, and the sunshine awaits me. Maybe I'll Feng Shui my apartment in honor of my newfound friend, and to welcome my Power Year! </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-40415263483433392982007-02-18T10:30:00.000-08:002008-11-12T21:44:25.748-08:00What a Difference a Year Makes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEjN2eAe7iwtNqnJpaPVvGXnQe_9QCSEWHaAF054Hna1sC2bxL1emLceo31-kP30eIhgAtGnfbqvdSlZA3Nakrk7Ut5FESggZ1m21A283GDXVqxv_Xc9OaSuz_hyphenhyphenKDC5iC4ybcCJAjCE/s1600-h/What+a+difference+year+makes..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032943362021866658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEjN2eAe7iwtNqnJpaPVvGXnQe_9QCSEWHaAF054Hna1sC2bxL1emLceo31-kP30eIhgAtGnfbqvdSlZA3Nakrk7Ut5FESggZ1m21A283GDXVqxv_Xc9OaSuz_hyphenhyphenKDC5iC4ybcCJAjCE/s320/What+a+difference+year+makes..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Remember Bob <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Guiney</span>, a.k.a. "America's favorite ex-Bachelor"? He somehow managed to publish a book that proves sometimes unexpected setbacks can lead to unexpected joys. That old cliche comes to mind, <em>what doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger</em>.</div><div></div><div>I believe we continue to grow, improve and evolve as time continues on. I've found that life throws us constant obstacles, but it's the process of understanding them, and getting around them that help us evolve. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I took 5 months off this past year. I'm not certain I've really ever owned up to that on paper (or digital space in this case). I reference my "mini-sabbatical" often, but I never admit the actual length of time. I've been gone from SF for almost one year. It will be official in 10 days. Granted I left on my own will, but I left the one place I'd always dreamt of living because life became stagnant. I was stuck in a crappy job situation (although it appeared desirable to outsiders). Instead of changing jobs, I thought changing my zip code was necessary. I was more excited about going throw the actual motions of leaving (going away parties, cross-country drive w/ my best friend). And I was eagerly looking forward to some time off and spending it with my family. I thought I was moving towards something better and headed in the right direction. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Going home was filled with all sorts of mixed emotions and incessant questions. I couldn't even go to the grocery store without running into an old familiar face. I've learned a lot about myself in this past year, and faced some demons head-on, yet some things I still need to face, as keeping silent and holding things inside haven't necessarily healed my heart.<br /><br /><em>I've learned that you can watch time passing, knowing it is going, and still not be able to do a thing about it. I've learned that my parents very often end up being right about the important things, and that sometimes it is hard to hear the most truthful things about ourselves. I've learned that king size Butterfingers can mend a broken heart. I've found that being vulnerable, although frightening, can be quite liberating and necessary. I've learned if we let people take advantage of us once, we've opened the door for them to do it again. I've learned that spending time with your nana is invaluable. I've learned that wearing a motorcycle helmet is a must. I've learned that being a tan, unemployed hippie ain't so bad in tropical paradise.<br /><br />I've learned that doors open for reasons, it's what you do with the opportunities inside that shape you. I've learned to thank God for unanswered prayers. I've learned that life leads us to different places, but true friendship always remains. I've learned that I am capable of landing in an unfamiliar town, and finding my way. I've learned that receiving a card in the mail from a dear friend can make my day. I've learned that one of the ultimate tests of being human is to be able to wish someone else well, even when they have hurt you. I've learned that drinking a good bottle of Pinot Noir with my mom constitutes a perfect Saturday night.<br /><br />Most importantly, I've learned to laugh at myself. I've learned to not overlook life's small joys while searching for the big ones. I've learned not to be such a perfect girl. I've discovered you're never too old to just come home for a few months and rejuvenate. </em></div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-73093521219655658942007-02-05T17:25:00.000-08:002007-02-05T18:02:57.528-08:00Survey Says:1. Hi, my name is: Goof<br />2. Never in my life have I: Given up on the happy-ending.<br />3. The one person who can drive me nuts is: Tough love can drive me nuts.<br />4. High school: Was 11 years ago- holy crap!<br />5. When I'm nervous: I act goofy.<br />6. The last time I cried was: yesterday<br />7. If I were to get married right now, my wedding party would be: There would be plenty of bourbon so everyone would have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">kick'n</span> good time.<br />8. My hair is: the longest it has been in years<br />9. When I was 6: I loved playing Barbies and twirling in my ballet class. Life was so simple then.<br />10. Last Christmas:"I gave you my heart, the very next day, you gave it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">awaaaaaaayyyy</span>......"<br />11. I should be: Content. But I'm not.<br />12. When I look down I see: my keyboard.<br />13. The craziest recent event was: Another small world discovery. Damn Pittsburgh connections.<br />14. If I were a character on 'Friends' I'd be: Rachel.<br />15. By this time next year: I'll hopefully have figured things out.<br />16. My current gripe is: I left my heart in SF.<br />17. I have a hard time understanding: Physics. And selfish people's lack of regard for others, especially when they claim to have cared about you.<br />18. There's this guy I know who: is tall, witty and handsome.<br />19. You know I like you when: I invite you over for baked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">ziti</span>.<br />20. If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: Jessie.<br />21. Take my advice: Being vulnerable is scary, but some times it is necessary.<br />22. My most wanted item is: At the moment, a career I am passionate about.<br />23. If you visited the place I was born: Small, inter-coastal beach town <br />24. Love is: a gift. <br />25. If you spend the night at my house: We'd drink lots of red wine, and I'd bust out the "Flamingo" dance routine<br />26. I'd stop my wedding if: I was offered a substantial cash settlement to elope.<br />27. The world could do without: Ignorant people.<br />28. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: No. I would NOT rather lick the belly of a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cockroach</span>.<br />29. Most recent thing I've bought myself: Photography classes<br />30. Most recent thing someone else bought me: My dad bought be a beautiful bracelet and earrings for Christmas.<br />31. My favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">blonde</span> is: my sister. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">blonde</span> vixen.<br />32. My favorite brunette: So glad I stopped highlighting my hair.<br />33. My favorite redhead is: RR<br />34. My middle name is: Anne (w/ an "e")<br />35. This morning I: had the Monday a.m. blues<br />36. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: Unicorns.<br />37. Once, at a bar: I drank <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">TUACA</span>.<br />38. Last night I was: sleeping.<br />39. Would you rather die in a car accident or plane: Neither.<br />40. A better name for me would be: I like my name.<br />41. Tomorrow I am: Going to go to work and then go to my photography class<br />42. My birthday is: June 21st<br />43. What I really want for Valentine's Day is: to have a good day.mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-69758513959268659862007-02-04T17:30:00.000-08:002008-11-12T21:44:25.874-08:00the Mrs. Doubtfire house<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIAwwyqo0FHtUGe7YK0fvIdY6ZwHAGk6ncDp9Jm0ywTEsbpxPJuuQMGIrCHDmqaRGJTbEeK-5hpiE9wcWjycyNrWB6wwHASrgZ-4DObtxfCGs169ud61-vxCoyIYI9bUnsnU8b2y-hSg/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027816353401080194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJIAwwyqo0FHtUGe7YK0fvIdY6ZwHAGk6ncDp9Jm0ywTEsbpxPJuuQMGIrCHDmqaRGJTbEeK-5hpiE9wcWjycyNrWB6wwHASrgZ-4DObtxfCGs169ud61-vxCoyIYI9bUnsnU8b2y-hSg/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I fear I may be suffering from the Sunday blues. I just spent the past two hours walking aimlessly around downtown, trying to take pictures for my photography class. Touring downtown by foot, with a camera around my neck was an open invitation for bums and weirdos to talk to me. I even managed to lure two building security guards away from their post. They came outside in the cold to inform me that I wasn't allowed to photograph the Hearst building. Post 9/11 you're evidently not allowed to take pictures of the two tall buildings in downtown.<br /><br />It's nights like this that I wish I still lived in my beloved city. I would have plenty of photo opportunities in any given neighborhood. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Victorians</span>, the hills, the cable cars, the parks, the bay, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">GG</span> bridge, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Embarcadero</span>, Lombard Street, the ferry building, the Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Doubtfire</span> House. My list could go on and on. I have album upon album of scenic pictures of my beloved city. Even when I lived there, I acted like a Japanese tourist. I guess I knew I wouldn't live there forever, and always wanted to capture its beauty.<br /><br />I'm starting to think maybe you have to leave a place, to realize where you want to be. I'm definitely suffering from the Sunday blues. </div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-59978937406799315092007-02-01T08:58:00.000-08:002008-11-12T21:44:26.433-08:00Snow Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp0tLJwke53HfO4M8Gq-o4Jc0ZfJ0DC7zdB3kkN_4N0dGS6zoB49z2ksYaul5syaxerCQRV1wwo-pwoPMoRDFGT8BSH_4dxieaVWkchPZyx1rwITt5Mbi3JJa7PIl9G6jpGahU-aGhd4/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026611997326641522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp0tLJwke53HfO4M8Gq-o4Jc0ZfJ0DC7zdB3kkN_4N0dGS6zoB49z2ksYaul5syaxerCQRV1wwo-pwoPMoRDFGT8BSH_4dxieaVWkchPZyx1rwITt5Mbi3JJa7PIl9G6jpGahU-aGhd4/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There's something to be said about being instructed by your company to "work" from home due to weather conditions. It's my first official "snow day." It might be the first day I do not miss San Francisco either. I awakened at 6:30am to snow falling from the dark sky. I've seen snow before, but I've never technically lived in a city where snow hinders your ability to arrive to work on time. My boss sent me a text message (there we go again with relying on EM technology for communication) stating "it's snowing, looks like we're working from home." It's almost noon, and I'm still in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">pjs</span>. If only I could work from home every day. </div>mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4673224263064758535.post-12445814459767995712007-01-28T11:18:00.000-08:002007-01-28T12:36:33.713-08:00Emerging MediaThis <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">phenomena</span> of emerging media - email, text messaging, blogging, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Myspace</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">YouTube</span>, Google earth. I'm a little slow catching on, but a dear friend sent me a link recently to a college <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">acquaintance's</span> blog site, and just like that - I'm hooked. Bizarre concept if you ask me. Allowing perfect strangers to read your most personal thoughts. I felt almost like I was intruding, but there was something about his story-telling skills that kept me coming back. His blogs were random and entertaining. I started checking in once a week to see what drama he was rehashing. I guess his skills inspired me to attempt to streamline my own inter-monologue of thoughts. I'll admit I keep a journal, but I've never shared my randomness with strangers. Who knows if anyone will ever read these marvels or if I'll ever choose to share this with my friends? For now this may best serve as some type of theraputic release. I just moved to a new city, and left behind a life I'm having trouble letting go of. I thought I was ready to return back to the east coast, and be closer to my family and old friends. But I've come to realize that home isn't home to me anymore, and starting over - is just plain hard.mwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02004440722554747518noreply@blogger.com0