Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year
Yes-- Happy New Year.
Now that's out of the way.
I resisted doing a "Best Of " list or resolutions 2011 essay.
Truly no one cares if I loved Inception and hated Tron. My list of resolutions? I've had a few...
I had to work last night, fortunately relief came at 11:42
so I was able to give the NY salute have a glass of wine,
watched The Marx brothers film Duck Soup and fell asleep.
Not to be a buzz kill but I was never a big fan of New Years Eve
parties, too anti-climactic standing around waiting for the 10 second countdown.
It's the one celebration that made me feel lonely even if I was with someone.
Oh yes and it always too damn cold to go out.
That being said I feel very positive about the new year
I feel as if it's time to get something done. Time to get a new job
and the happy positive side of me says "Yes" and so I shall.
If I have a "resolution" It's to continue to be more "positive".
It's hard when you have the negative cloud following you, the one
that's always sarcastic and thinks:
"I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members".
I'm just going to try.
One last thing:
Christmas day I went to a Starbucks ordered my cup of Pike.
My Barista Jingle Bell Jill-
(I say that because her name was Jill and she had on a hat with bells- yes really).
behind the counter said "sorry it's brewing now, just a couple of minutes OK"?
First- it was 12:30 the place had been open for 2 hours and it was empty,
(in fact I think I saw a Tumbleweed roll by). Now they get to the business of brewing?
Did I get mad? Nope, just smiled and said
"I'll wait, It's fine I'll have a fresh cup".
Progress.
Now that's out of the way.
I resisted doing a "Best Of " list or resolutions 2011 essay.
Truly no one cares if I loved Inception and hated Tron. My list of resolutions? I've had a few...
I had to work last night, fortunately relief came at 11:42
so I was able to give the NY salute have a glass of wine,
watched The Marx brothers film Duck Soup and fell asleep.
Not to be a buzz kill but I was never a big fan of New Years Eve
parties, too anti-climactic standing around waiting for the 10 second countdown.
It's the one celebration that made me feel lonely even if I was with someone.
Oh yes and it always too damn cold to go out.
That being said I feel very positive about the new year
I feel as if it's time to get something done. Time to get a new job
and the happy positive side of me says "Yes" and so I shall.
If I have a "resolution" It's to continue to be more "positive".
It's hard when you have the negative cloud following you, the one
that's always sarcastic and thinks:
"I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members".
I'm just going to try.
One last thing:
Christmas day I went to a Starbucks ordered my cup of Pike.
My Barista Jingle Bell Jill-
(I say that because her name was Jill and she had on a hat with bells- yes really).
behind the counter said "sorry it's brewing now, just a couple of minutes OK"?
First- it was 12:30 the place had been open for 2 hours and it was empty,
(in fact I think I saw a Tumbleweed roll by). Now they get to the business of brewing?
Did I get mad? Nope, just smiled and said
"I'll wait, It's fine I'll have a fresh cup".
Progress.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
No I'll pass on seconds.
We all have that little voice inside our heads. The voice that inspires us to move forward; or the one that discourages us, makes us admit defeat before we have begun.
So what voice do I have inside my head you ask?
MY MOTHER.
I'll be in a store trying on clothes and that voice:
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT, ARE YOU?
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK FAT.
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK TOO BIG (a.k.a not flattering on the hips--thanks, Mom)
THAT'S JUST NOT FLATTERING.
You catch my drift.
Most of the time I'm fine and Jim Dandy, but there are those times when I really want those pants...
OH, NO--YOU'RE NOT WEARING THAT!
Okay, okay, I'm taking off the pants... I'm walking away... My hands are in the air... I'm walking away...
A couple of weeks ago I heard the voice, actually it was my ACTUAL Mother giving me the business
"You shouldn't wear skinny jeans". My response clearly from the junior high playbook was ''I like it I don't care mom". Actually my playbook in High School was say nothing.(and eat ice cream later). Oh! and she said it on Thanksgiving. Kinda lost my appetite.
So, the voice in my head it's always there and aside from a lobotomy there is precious little I can do.
I only wish my little voice gave stock tips.
So what voice do I have inside my head you ask?
MY MOTHER.
I'll be in a store trying on clothes and that voice:
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT, ARE YOU?
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK FAT.
THAT MAKES YOU LOOK TOO BIG (a.k.a not flattering on the hips--thanks, Mom)
THAT'S JUST NOT FLATTERING.
You catch my drift.
Most of the time I'm fine and Jim Dandy, but there are those times when I really want those pants...
OH, NO--YOU'RE NOT WEARING THAT!
Okay, okay, I'm taking off the pants... I'm walking away... My hands are in the air... I'm walking away...
A couple of weeks ago I heard the voice, actually it was my ACTUAL Mother giving me the business
"You shouldn't wear skinny jeans". My response clearly from the junior high playbook was ''I like it I don't care mom". Actually my playbook in High School was say nothing.(and eat ice cream later). Oh! and she said it on Thanksgiving. Kinda lost my appetite.
So, the voice in my head it's always there and aside from a lobotomy there is precious little I can do.
I only wish my little voice gave stock tips.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Dread
Must be the season: I feel out of sorts.
I hate the cold, I hate that it gets dark so early, I never want to go out at night.
OK I'm not a night owl, but given better weather I can be reasonable.
I dislike work--One job is quite alright, the second is depressing,
no I'm not being over dramatic and yes I spend all my free time looking for a job.
Oh and the weekends aren't that great. Either filling days worth of errands
into two days hoping I can throw a book or movie into the mix.
One time I was listening to NPR (Nice People Radio as a friend once called it).
The topic was "the dread of Sundays" (sounds like a Smiths tribute band).
they had on a writer for the Wall Street Journal
(don't remember his name does it matter)?
His article was about the dread of Sundays.
The whole article was about "why do people dread Sundays"?
The premise is the dread starts in childhood--
weekend's over; school's on Monday.
Shows on TV that remind us it's Sunday.
People are in denial it's Sunday and act like it's Saturday.
What does all this mean? Nothing, just a crappy time of the year, too damn busy.
I must leave--nothing more to say.
I hate the cold, I hate that it gets dark so early, I never want to go out at night.
OK I'm not a night owl, but given better weather I can be reasonable.
I dislike work--One job is quite alright, the second is depressing,
no I'm not being over dramatic and yes I spend all my free time looking for a job.
Oh and the weekends aren't that great. Either filling days worth of errands
into two days hoping I can throw a book or movie into the mix.
One time I was listening to NPR (Nice People Radio as a friend once called it).
The topic was "the dread of Sundays" (sounds like a Smiths tribute band).
they had on a writer for the Wall Street Journal
(don't remember his name does it matter)?
His article was about the dread of Sundays.
The whole article was about "why do people dread Sundays"?
The premise is the dread starts in childhood--
weekend's over; school's on Monday.
Shows on TV that remind us it's Sunday.
People are in denial it's Sunday and act like it's Saturday.
What does all this mean? Nothing, just a crappy time of the year, too damn busy.
I must leave--nothing more to say.
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