today i recognized a guy from my work
(as he rode his motorcycle down university ave)
soley
by his chops.
yes, his chops.
from behind, no less!!
yes, i am that awesome,
and yes, so are his chops.
Wednesday, May 26
Friday, April 30
will the real issue here please stand up?
"nothing is going right!"
"everyone is mad at me"
"people won't like it"
generalizations and absolutes are tricky beasts.
they create these walls of abmiguous 'realities' we can hide behind.
hide?...ME?!
well, yeah - i mean,
how can you protect yourself if you don't know what the danger is?
how can you fix a leak if you don't know where the crack is?
how can you change your situation if you don't know
where your part begins?
how can you deal with anything effectively if you
refuse to define it?
you can't.
so you are, in effect, hiding.
in my family, the popular way to hide is behind the "people."
"well, some people might not want to do that…"
"there are people who aren't eating sugar these days, so we shouldn’t eat there…"
"people are upset about that…"
O those people!!
to quote one of the wisest people I know (aka kim),
"saying 'people' sounds massive and completely unmanageable!
it's like…like a thick fog that you can't look at or deal with
because you can't even see what it is!..."
(hey…yeah! just who ARE these people, anyway!?)
"...but if you were to just blow aside the smoke for a second,
you'd realize it’s just so-n-so standing there amid the fog.
really? just one person? maybe two?!
i can handle that!"
therein lies the problem with generalizing and absolute-ing everything:
it MASKS the reality of the problem so we can feel justified in not addressing it.
it's too obscure,
too massive,
too cOmPliCatEd,
too h u g e ,
too whatever, etc, etc, etc…
it takes courage to wave aside the smoke to see what's really there - it does!
i think we try to mask it because we fear that
whatever IS in there
we maybe couldn't handle.
but we CAN handle it!
"nothing is going right!"
nothing? not a single thing in any way?...or just maybe that one thing you really had your heart set on? and possibly a few burned dinners or assignments missed on top of it? look at those two or three little realities for a second - can you handle that? YES, you CAN!
"everyone is mad at me!"
everyone - every single person in the whole world (including me, which i highly doubt)? …or is it someone important to you so it feels like the whole world? let's pretend they really ARE mad at you and will never recover - that's one person among billions. one person with their own baggage. one person whose opinion doesn't change the opinion of an Almight God who ISN'T mad at you. one person - can you handle that? YES!! YES YOU CAN!
"people might not like it..."
people? like who? a crazed mob?! ...or maybe just one member of your family, or one person in your class, or one critic that could easily be spoken to like an adult about the situation? and if they can't be reasoned with like an adult…does their opinion really matter?
if we're all being mature here, we should all be free to and be supportive of everyone chosing to like what they like, go where they want to go and be who they want to be. if somone can't be mature about it, there is nothing we can do to change them. so we might as well do what we really feel is best despite their negative views/opinions. if they love you - THEY WILL GET OVER IT.
could we handle that - handle possibly upsetting someone by doing what we think is best for us instead of what they want?
YES - I say, we could handle that!
let's stop and blow away the smoke a little more often.
lets see our fears and intimidations for what they really are:
smaller, more manageable problems that we CAN handle
if we face them.
we CAN!
time to pull out my leaf-blower!...
"everyone is mad at me"
"people won't like it"
generalizations and absolutes are tricky beasts.
they create these walls of abmiguous 'realities' we can hide behind.
hide?...ME?!
well, yeah - i mean,
how can you protect yourself if you don't know what the danger is?
how can you fix a leak if you don't know where the crack is?
how can you change your situation if you don't know
where your part begins?
how can you deal with anything effectively if you
refuse to define it?
you can't.
so you are, in effect, hiding.
in my family, the popular way to hide is behind the "people."
"well, some people might not want to do that…"
"there are people who aren't eating sugar these days, so we shouldn’t eat there…"
"people are upset about that…"
O those people!!
to quote one of the wisest people I know (aka kim),
"saying 'people' sounds massive and completely unmanageable!
it's like…like a thick fog that you can't look at or deal with
because you can't even see what it is!..."
(hey…yeah! just who ARE these people, anyway!?)
"...but if you were to just blow aside the smoke for a second,
you'd realize it’s just so-n-so standing there amid the fog.
really? just one person? maybe two?!
i can handle that!"
therein lies the problem with generalizing and absolute-ing everything:
it MASKS the reality of the problem so we can feel justified in not addressing it.
it's too obscure,
too massive,
too cOmPliCatEd,
too h u g e ,
too whatever, etc, etc, etc…
it takes courage to wave aside the smoke to see what's really there - it does!
i think we try to mask it because we fear that
whatever IS in there
we maybe couldn't handle.
but we CAN handle it!
"nothing is going right!"
nothing? not a single thing in any way?...or just maybe that one thing you really had your heart set on? and possibly a few burned dinners or assignments missed on top of it? look at those two or three little realities for a second - can you handle that? YES, you CAN!
"everyone is mad at me!"
everyone - every single person in the whole world (including me, which i highly doubt)? …or is it someone important to you so it feels like the whole world? let's pretend they really ARE mad at you and will never recover - that's one person among billions. one person with their own baggage. one person whose opinion doesn't change the opinion of an Almight God who ISN'T mad at you. one person - can you handle that? YES!! YES YOU CAN!
"people might not like it..."
people? like who? a crazed mob?! ...or maybe just one member of your family, or one person in your class, or one critic that could easily be spoken to like an adult about the situation? and if they can't be reasoned with like an adult…does their opinion really matter?
if we're all being mature here, we should all be free to and be supportive of everyone chosing to like what they like, go where they want to go and be who they want to be. if somone can't be mature about it, there is nothing we can do to change them. so we might as well do what we really feel is best despite their negative views/opinions. if they love you - THEY WILL GET OVER IT.
could we handle that - handle possibly upsetting someone by doing what we think is best for us instead of what they want?
YES - I say, we could handle that!
let's stop and blow away the smoke a little more often.
lets see our fears and intimidations for what they really are:
smaller, more manageable problems that we CAN handle
if we face them.
we CAN!
time to pull out my leaf-blower!...
Tuesday, April 27
spaghetti = love
i'm going to the happiest place on earth this saturday! :D
it will awesome just like disney movie!!
[minus the dreamy spaghetti scenes... ;) lol ]
i simply cannot wait!
(oh, and did i mention MEXICO after that?!
no? well its true!!)
YAY!
(ps. no posts for two weeks - what will i do with all my funny thoughts?! lol)
Monday, April 19
the outcast
they're all mocking me.
taunting me.
walking to work before 8am,
i discover that
during finals week
pajamas are the cry of freedom on campus
and I'm still a prisoner.
i can sense their overly comfy smugness
as I run to work
in business slacks,
metallic sandals,
a dress shirt,
my hair in an up-do and
- heaven forbid -
with makeup on!
...and what's more…
they know its killing me.
i envy the deep flannel cocoons they'll burrow into
when they take up roost in the testing center
to study all day.
no shower
no prep-time
no bra
no nothing.
their tattered and patterned bottoms,
furry slippers, and bed-heads are a
harsh, snide reminder that
i have responsibilities today
aside from test-taking
and they do not.
curse you all.
taunting me.
walking to work before 8am,
i discover that
during finals week
pajamas are the cry of freedom on campus
and I'm still a prisoner.
i can sense their overly comfy smugness
as I run to work
in business slacks,
metallic sandals,
a dress shirt,
my hair in an up-do and
- heaven forbid -
with makeup on!
...and what's more…
they know its killing me.
i envy the deep flannel cocoons they'll burrow into
when they take up roost in the testing center
to study all day.
no shower
no prep-time
no bra
no nothing.
their tattered and patterned bottoms,
furry slippers, and bed-heads are a
harsh, snide reminder that
i have responsibilities today
aside from test-taking
and they do not.
curse you all.
Monday, April 12
those unforgettable moments...
so there we were -
me
and the boy i'd been sitting next to all semester.
me
and the boy i'd been sitting next to all semester.
he's a super nerd,
but really nice.
and a good-looking guy.
i thought,
"he's pretty cool. we should go out. we’d have fun."
but i listened to greg
and waited.
“if a guy is really into you – no matter how shy –
he will ask you out!”
i trust my own innate hotness enough to believe that’s true. :)
so, i didn’t ask him out
(or try to GET him to ask me out)
and never worried about it again.
then came the last day of the semester.
the day when, traditionally,
if someone is going to solidify a friendship outside of school,
they do so.
because...
well,
they have to.
nerd-boy isn't on facebook,
we were never in the same presentation group,
no phone numbers or emails had been shared.
however we DID sit next to each other,
twice a week,
all semester,
making funny comments during class
sharing notes
however we DID sit next to each other,
twice a week,
all semester,
making funny comments during class
sharing notes
or writing on each other's notes
- totally being friends -
i figured we could easily fix this
and transition past the classroom.
i figured we could easily fix this
and transition past the classroom.
the bell rings!…
we stand up!...
he had hidden my backpack under his chair
and i had to steal it back.
we fought it out as our classmates packed up their things...
it was magical.
then there,
pinned in the middle of the row,
with the laughter of our banter fresh on his face,
he looked deep into my eyes
and said,
with the laughter of our banter fresh on his face,
he looked deep into my eyes
and said,
'well, i guess i'll never see any of you guys again! later!!!"
and left.
LOLOLOLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOLOLOL!!
o greg! thank you for NOT allowing me to waste my precious time on someone who was never actually into me!
LOL
mocktails on us!
our mission:
1) make certain the cinnamon tree lounge felt nothing like the cinnamon tree lounge.
2) get everyone out of their shells with crazy tricks and talents.
3) give out awesome prizes!
4) give everyone a reason to dress up like the foxy ladies and slick men that they are
and
5) serve up the best mocktails ever invented!!
* over 100 classy people served!
* TONS of hilarious raffle tickets awarded!
* 12 amazing prizes presented!
* 1 GRAND PRIZE WINNER of a date with kim&em!
* 4 hours of jazzy music and occasional dancing
* and the 7 smoothest, tangiest and flavorful-est mocktail recipes
ever enjoyed!....
mission accomplished!
Thursday, April 8
love letter
dear world,
my grandfather sang this to my grandmother as he left for war:
he wrote her beautiful letters about the work,
my grandfather sang this to my grandmother as he left for war:
he wrote her beautiful letters about the work,
his travels,
and how desperaetly he missed her.
he wrote her almost daily,
he wrote her almost daily,
expressing how much he loved her,
how she'd changed his life,
and said once
that when he saw her again,
he'd squeeze her til she turned blue
and her ribs crushed like unto macaroni!
they were dreadfully, sweetly, wonderfully, and completely cheesily romantically in love!
they were dreadfully, sweetly, wonderfully, and completely cheesily romantically in love!
and that just makes me happy.
love,
their granddaughter
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