... anything frozen falling from the sky elicits a squeal and a quick jog out into it. Followed by a less happy squeal and quickly running back indoors.
It hailed yesterday. I am an adult. I am very aware that hail hurts. But it is so exciting to have frozen stuff falling on me, I pretty much reliably run out into it without thinking first. Even my crazy-ass dog won't run into the hail, as much as he loves rain and snow. He looks at me as though I've lost a leg and grown a third eyeball all at once and goes to lay down.
I admit to being a little bit goofy.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Things I've learned
I was in my bubble bath, thinking about things I've learned within the past year or more, and I thought... hmmm, I should tell the world about this. Good idea, no? And of course it must be in numbered list form, because that is the blogger way.
1. Everything is better with Frosty, Heidi and Frank. Absolutely the funniest people I've ever heard on the radio. They make my work day go so much faster and I listen to their archives every night before bed. No one can be in a bad mood with these guys talking in the background. My favorite hour so far involves Frosty admitting to stealing Frank's 80's love ballad back in the days, and then copywrighting it in his name and entering a Kentucky Fried Chicken contest. HA!
2. The American Gladiators is awesome no matter how many times it gets repeated. There is seriously nothing better than the treadmill at the end. I am a big fan of people falling on their faces.
3. Sleeping in the hospital isn't as bad as it seems. I have been terrified for 25 years to ever spend the night in the hospital. But I had the "privilege" to do it recently and it was not bad at all! The worst part was having to be unplugged just to go to the restroom... as soon as you are told you have to ask permission to pee, you automatically have to pee, so that was an issue.
4. People will take any opportunity to bash anyone who is too dead to talk back. I am saddened by all deaths, no matter the person, and I was amazed again as people began to insult Heath Ledger before he was even cold. I am far from a Hollywood or celebrity lover, it's not my thing, but come on people- get some class! He's dead.. isn't that enough of a smack down?
5. Getting your car stolen and totaled is worse than it seems. Ugh.
6. The Nintendo Wii is the freakin' best thing ever. I rock at hitting home runs and the tennis as well. A friend of mine coined the name "Wii-tard" and I wear that name proudly! I cannot wait to have tournaments with my crazy friends. (Sarah and Brad- it's on when we get together next!)
7. On that same thought, it's amazing how a video game nowadays can throw out your back. HA!
8. Finding a job after you move to a large city isn't as easy as it sounds. Geebus. I thought I'd be a millionaire by now! Unrealistic? Nooooo.
9. Your best friend having a baby really smacks you into reality. "Hello, you're an adult now. Welcome- you're gonna be here a while so you may as well make yourself comfortable." No more calling her last minute and going out to a bar, thats for sure!
10. Having a "partner" in all this really makes it all a lot more fun.
11. SNOW! I want SNOW! (okay I didn't learn that this year but I just want it so much...)
12. Feeding dogs raw meat is very beneficial and I will probably feed all of my future dogs meat. I never thought I'd say it but it's true. Murphy thrives on meat.
13. Since this is number 13- I used to believe in fate. "Everything happens for a reason". But 2007 was SO unlucky and so bad that I can't believe it anymore. I'm starting to believe: "There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. "- Troy, "Reality Bites"
14. There's nothing better than friends and family... and love... and laughter.. and hugs. and Puppy kisses...
1. Everything is better with Frosty, Heidi and Frank. Absolutely the funniest people I've ever heard on the radio. They make my work day go so much faster and I listen to their archives every night before bed. No one can be in a bad mood with these guys talking in the background. My favorite hour so far involves Frosty admitting to stealing Frank's 80's love ballad back in the days, and then copywrighting it in his name and entering a Kentucky Fried Chicken contest. HA!
2. The American Gladiators is awesome no matter how many times it gets repeated. There is seriously nothing better than the treadmill at the end. I am a big fan of people falling on their faces.
3. Sleeping in the hospital isn't as bad as it seems. I have been terrified for 25 years to ever spend the night in the hospital. But I had the "privilege" to do it recently and it was not bad at all! The worst part was having to be unplugged just to go to the restroom... as soon as you are told you have to ask permission to pee, you automatically have to pee, so that was an issue.
4. People will take any opportunity to bash anyone who is too dead to talk back. I am saddened by all deaths, no matter the person, and I was amazed again as people began to insult Heath Ledger before he was even cold. I am far from a Hollywood or celebrity lover, it's not my thing, but come on people- get some class! He's dead.. isn't that enough of a smack down?
5. Getting your car stolen and totaled is worse than it seems. Ugh.
6. The Nintendo Wii is the freakin' best thing ever. I rock at hitting home runs and the tennis as well. A friend of mine coined the name "Wii-tard" and I wear that name proudly! I cannot wait to have tournaments with my crazy friends. (Sarah and Brad- it's on when we get together next!)
7. On that same thought, it's amazing how a video game nowadays can throw out your back. HA!
8. Finding a job after you move to a large city isn't as easy as it sounds. Geebus. I thought I'd be a millionaire by now! Unrealistic? Nooooo.
9. Your best friend having a baby really smacks you into reality. "Hello, you're an adult now. Welcome- you're gonna be here a while so you may as well make yourself comfortable." No more calling her last minute and going out to a bar, thats for sure!
10. Having a "partner" in all this really makes it all a lot more fun.
11. SNOW! I want SNOW! (okay I didn't learn that this year but I just want it so much...)
12. Feeding dogs raw meat is very beneficial and I will probably feed all of my future dogs meat. I never thought I'd say it but it's true. Murphy thrives on meat.
13. Since this is number 13- I used to believe in fate. "Everything happens for a reason". But 2007 was SO unlucky and so bad that I can't believe it anymore. I'm starting to believe: "There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. "- Troy, "Reality Bites"
14. There's nothing better than friends and family... and love... and laughter.. and hugs. and Puppy kisses...
Monday, January 14, 2008
Not much to say...
I have this sick obsession with the show Intervention. For those who haven't seen it, it's about addicts, who, at the end of the documentary, are submitted to an intervention by their family and friends. One of the guys works at the Costco in San Clemente. I thought about saying, excuse me ex-drug addict, but could I have your autograph? Unless of course you have coke on your hands, then I'll pass. But seriously. That show rocks. (And I have no compassion, I know)
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I also have an obsession with Bloody Marys. How can you not be, seriously? It's like a meal and alcohol all in a glass, with a lot of salt on top. Could there be anything better?
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What else is on my mind? I haven't slept in 2 nights. I don't know why. I'm not so much wide awake thinking about anything, but I'm more in a trance sort of in and out of sleep, semi-concious but concious of the fact that I'm not sleeping.
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After getting my car stolen, I'm "sorta" in the market for a car, although I really can't see me buying something when I'm still searching for a real, full time career. I want a sort of small SUV/cross-over type thing. I really have always liked Honda Elements, but the thing is, they are so "trendy" now that they are not cheap anymore. Stupid trends. Now I'm thinking of getting a Saturn Vue. They are nice, get a good environmental rating, and are a good size for a big (or maybe 2 big.... *crosses her fingers*) dog. I also like the new Altimas, they are a good price, good size, nice looking. However, I can't see buying a new car, let alone a used one. Any thoughts?
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Josh and I went "olive oil tasting" today in Old Town. Basically it's wine tasting, but with olive oils, dipping sauces, and balsamic vinegars. There are a couple olive groves among the wineries here so it is a local thing. Anyway, it was neat! The one that was citrus infused made me cough and I felt like a moron, but I was REALLY into the white balsamic vinegar. Yum. They also make soups that are 45% olive oil. Nothin' better than a little olive on your skin, I always say. (okay I've never said that).
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I'm working for my dad now. Now that he got the new law firm, he works in the scariest neighborhood ever. Every other house is boarded up and I literally see 12 stray dogs every day, not to mention the homeless people and gangsters. You think I'm being facitious but I'll tell you, I'm not. There is a hotel down the street that apparently was abandoned at some point, so the "citizens" took over. Every window and door is broken through, there are matresses on porches and in the parking lots, graffiti... it looks like a war zone. *cringes*. He needs to move. Like, sooner rather than later.
Alright those are my random thoughts for the night. Not too exciting but what can I say.
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I also have an obsession with Bloody Marys. How can you not be, seriously? It's like a meal and alcohol all in a glass, with a lot of salt on top. Could there be anything better?
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What else is on my mind? I haven't slept in 2 nights. I don't know why. I'm not so much wide awake thinking about anything, but I'm more in a trance sort of in and out of sleep, semi-concious but concious of the fact that I'm not sleeping.
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After getting my car stolen, I'm "sorta" in the market for a car, although I really can't see me buying something when I'm still searching for a real, full time career. I want a sort of small SUV/cross-over type thing. I really have always liked Honda Elements, but the thing is, they are so "trendy" now that they are not cheap anymore. Stupid trends. Now I'm thinking of getting a Saturn Vue. They are nice, get a good environmental rating, and are a good size for a big (or maybe 2 big.... *crosses her fingers*) dog. I also like the new Altimas, they are a good price, good size, nice looking. However, I can't see buying a new car, let alone a used one. Any thoughts?
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Josh and I went "olive oil tasting" today in Old Town. Basically it's wine tasting, but with olive oils, dipping sauces, and balsamic vinegars. There are a couple olive groves among the wineries here so it is a local thing. Anyway, it was neat! The one that was citrus infused made me cough and I felt like a moron, but I was REALLY into the white balsamic vinegar. Yum. They also make soups that are 45% olive oil. Nothin' better than a little olive on your skin, I always say. (okay I've never said that).
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I'm working for my dad now. Now that he got the new law firm, he works in the scariest neighborhood ever. Every other house is boarded up and I literally see 12 stray dogs every day, not to mention the homeless people and gangsters. You think I'm being facitious but I'll tell you, I'm not. There is a hotel down the street that apparently was abandoned at some point, so the "citizens" took over. Every window and door is broken through, there are matresses on porches and in the parking lots, graffiti... it looks like a war zone. *cringes*. He needs to move. Like, sooner rather than later.
Alright those are my random thoughts for the night. Not too exciting but what can I say.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
If I'm quiet...
I was laying in bed reading, tonight, when I came across this line in my book. It made me think. I couldn't sleep, so I sketched about what the sentence made me feel... but that didn't see to help either. I keep thinking about what this proclaimation means to me, and my life:
"If I'm quiet, all will pass me by"
Sometimes I wonder if there is something to this theory. All of us know people who don't speak up, don't volunteer, don't stick their necks out and more often than not, that experience passes them by without a glace or a handshake.
I think I would be considered a pretty outspoken person with friends, loved ones, people I trust. I often feel there are correct times to be silent, to let things pass me by, but there are other times when I feel that my speaking out, talking, saying something positive, just being "unquiet" as it were, will make a difference in my life and legacy. If I sit idly by, and don't mention to Josh that I think the fact that he's slightly dancing while he cooks is adorable, that moment will go by and will have less meaning than it did before me sharing. If I see friends and don't explain to them how good it is for my soul to see them, the visit takes on less value. If I don't say "mom and dad I love you" while I have the chance, it's passed without a notice. If I'm quiet, it passes by.
There are times when I feel the opposite, that if I'm loud all will pass me by. These are the moments when you're in a beautiful mountain pass, all you can hear are leaves rustling, water dribbling, and yourself breathing. The times when you look up and realize a bald eagle is roosting above your canoe. Those are the times of serene silence, which cannot and will not be broken by simple human words which, in comparison to the grandness of the beauty around you, will be lost and insignificant. Or times of love, when your breath is sucked from your lungs and saying anything would ruin not only the silence but the feelings and the moment you're in.
My grandmother was constantly talking. Telling stories, sharing memories, sharing facts, weaving tales. About a picnic in a park when she was 8, about her and grandpa's first date, about the bullies, the first jobs, raising my mom and aunt, her crowded married home. I wonder, now, if she was trying to get it all in before she left us. If she was thinking... "If I'm quiet, no one will remember me. It will all pass by without notice". If she had faith that if she just kept talking, at some point someone would listen, and those stories would be a legacy to her family and the world. Luckily, someone did listen, and that person was me. She was not quiet, and thank god, none of that passed me by, because those stories have become the threads with which I weave my family history and thus, my own experiences.
I certainly do not want life, or my loved ones, to pass me by. Every moment is one I want to suck in, keep in my heart, remember forever as impossible as that is. The good and the bad- store it- keep it- and use it to create the person you are, and the person you will be. Use it to change someone elses being, for the better hopefully. I won't let it pass me by.
"If I'm quiet, all will pass me by"
Sometimes I wonder if there is something to this theory. All of us know people who don't speak up, don't volunteer, don't stick their necks out and more often than not, that experience passes them by without a glace or a handshake.
I think I would be considered a pretty outspoken person with friends, loved ones, people I trust. I often feel there are correct times to be silent, to let things pass me by, but there are other times when I feel that my speaking out, talking, saying something positive, just being "unquiet" as it were, will make a difference in my life and legacy. If I sit idly by, and don't mention to Josh that I think the fact that he's slightly dancing while he cooks is adorable, that moment will go by and will have less meaning than it did before me sharing. If I see friends and don't explain to them how good it is for my soul to see them, the visit takes on less value. If I don't say "mom and dad I love you" while I have the chance, it's passed without a notice. If I'm quiet, it passes by.
There are times when I feel the opposite, that if I'm loud all will pass me by. These are the moments when you're in a beautiful mountain pass, all you can hear are leaves rustling, water dribbling, and yourself breathing. The times when you look up and realize a bald eagle is roosting above your canoe. Those are the times of serene silence, which cannot and will not be broken by simple human words which, in comparison to the grandness of the beauty around you, will be lost and insignificant. Or times of love, when your breath is sucked from your lungs and saying anything would ruin not only the silence but the feelings and the moment you're in.
My grandmother was constantly talking. Telling stories, sharing memories, sharing facts, weaving tales. About a picnic in a park when she was 8, about her and grandpa's first date, about the bullies, the first jobs, raising my mom and aunt, her crowded married home. I wonder, now, if she was trying to get it all in before she left us. If she was thinking... "If I'm quiet, no one will remember me. It will all pass by without notice". If she had faith that if she just kept talking, at some point someone would listen, and those stories would be a legacy to her family and the world. Luckily, someone did listen, and that person was me. She was not quiet, and thank god, none of that passed me by, because those stories have become the threads with which I weave my family history and thus, my own experiences.
I certainly do not want life, or my loved ones, to pass me by. Every moment is one I want to suck in, keep in my heart, remember forever as impossible as that is. The good and the bad- store it- keep it- and use it to create the person you are, and the person you will be. Use it to change someone elses being, for the better hopefully. I won't let it pass me by.
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