Monday, March 31, 2008
And deeper in debt. Unfortunately. Due to giving up going out to eat and out to the bars, I'm looking forward to an evening at home with Peanut. My brother left me half a bottle of his maple mead, which has a high alcohol content and should treat me well. Netflix says I was supposed to receive a movie last Saturday, so I'm hoping it will come tonight. I do still have a book to finish and cleaning to do (my house is going to be spotless). And if all else fails, I could pick up the lengthy list of home to-do projects I compiled over the weekend. Life is looking up.
Friday, March 28, 2008
I must have been a good girl yesterday because I got beer! Of course I had to pop on over to the Woodman's and purchase it myself, but it was still pleasurable in the end. I picked up a bottle of Unibroue's Ephemere, which is apple flavored. I really pined for Lindemans Pomme that I preferred from the previous beer tasting I attended, but poor me, Woodman's doesn't carry it. Unibroue did the trick for me. It was a primo compliment to the sweet and sour chicken that my pal brought over for dinner. Chinese food and apple beer. I couldn't possibly have been more pleased. I really am the luckiest girl sometimes.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Well, the beer tasting at the Bodega I was so looking forward to was a bust. My friend bailed on me and after two more attempts to bribe people into hanging out with me, I decided that three strikes and you're out was a good policy for the evening. I knew I shouldn't blow my money on beer, but I wanted a taste so badly! My sister and the little frog bopped in for dinner and then Peanut and I watched "To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday." I've never seen the play before, but the movie leaves me thinking, how is this accomplished on stage? I'm intrigued. Maybe the show will come back around this area in the future and I can put my boggled mind at ease.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
So I had this disturbing dream last night where I beat a man to death. It was a situation where I was fighting in defense of my life and I had to, but it took a really long time and was exhausting. I think I woke up more tired than when I went to bed last night. So this morning I decided I would look up fighting online at Dream Moods. Here is what they had to say to me: To dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life. To dream that you are fighting to the death, indicates that you are unwilling to acknowledge a waking conflict or your own inner turmoil. You are unwilling and refusing to change your old attitudes and habits. So, what I'm hearing here is that the change I am trying to implement in my life, I am subconsciously fighting against. Great. Pretty much it is telling me to just give up because really I'm against it anyhow. Or is there something else I'm missing?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I have been trying to ad AdSense to my blog and alas, I am not bright enough. It seems fairly simple and yet... no go. This page cannot be displayed. Story of my life. How come the page I want displayed doesn't want to be displayed? Why do I keep getting redirected to stupid sites that are just another list of links? How come the page won't load? And why does it take forever to do something? Most frustrating is that lately I need to hit the back button twice in order to go back. Apparently I'm not allowed to back peddle my way out of this. Can you feel my frustration?
Monday, March 24, 2008
I picked up a book ages ago on the shelf downstairs at work. I even began reading Between Trapezes by Gail Blanke, but somehow stalled half-way through. Last night I decided it was the right time to pick that book up again. I truly hope that it will guide me through this period of change. The first step is to develop a vision of where I want to be. This may be trickier than I imagined.
Friday, March 21, 2008
With today, I am beginning the week where everyone I know celebrates a birthday! Happy birthday today to my niece, Halen. I will miss her birthday party in the far-off land of Minnesota, so I will send my gifts from Mexico to appease the little goddess (she won't even know the difference). With this (hopefully last) snowfall, I'm saying goodbye to winter and hello to the birth of spring. I'm ready to step forward into spring, the perfect season for change. I'm not quite sure which new path awaits me, but it needs to be a different one. This weekend I plan to celebrate all the births I am thankful for and the spirit of rebirth.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I don't know why I can't convince my friends of that! Once again I have to go to comedy tonight to satisfy my challenging quarterly work goals and I only have one confirmed companion. Well, more laughs for us! I remember seeing the comedian for tonight, Kevin Bozeman, before and recall that it was quite an enjoyable evening. I'm kicking off the evening at John's at 4pm for a going away party for one of our station personalities. It is always sad to see someone go, but we do love to celebrate it! Happy trails, Tuna!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The scales tipped on the side of toasting yesterday. It was, after all, the day I celebrate the purchase of my home a mere three years ago. I can't believe it has been so long and still I have so much work to do on it. I guess that is the joy of home ownership; there is always so much work to do. I started my St. Patrick's Day celebrations early at the 95.7 The Rock .01K which lasted about two minutes. Jesus did not participate this year, but lots of green wearing, frosty weather lovin', green beer drinkin' people did. Check out the photos here. We had a brief stop at the Z93 St. Patty' s Day celebration, but really divided the rest of our time between all other bars. The highlight of my night would have to be a delicious Irish car bomb from John's. Here's to getting high score in bowling tonight and getting another!
Monday, March 17, 2008
That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the liver to suffer the pangs and damage of a pint of Guinness, or to take arms against a hangover. And by opposing prevent one. To rest—to sleep, And to get my laundry done. The mind-aches with a thousand reservations. That my flesh cannot take constant consumption. Devoutly I wish to have it all. To drink, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream of drinking—ay, there's the rub.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Apparently there is no rest for the wicked. My friend called me yesterday afternoon to beg for help to get her kitchen finished before her jewelery party this evening. Jesus and I took a little power nap and then headed to Tremp City for another adventure. While Jesus saw the sites of Tremp City, I slaved away painting trim and doors. It was amazing how as I painted, Sam toiled away on serious projects, and Shirley cleaned, cleaned, cleaned, the house began to resemble a home again. If you've ever been through a kitchen remodel, you know what it is like. It is definitely a unique experience to have your refrigerator in the dining room and a make-shift cooking station set up with microwave, toaster, and coffee pot to get you through. And when you are doing dishes in the bathroom sink or tub, you have to think about how awesome the final outcome is going to be otherwise you'd cry. Well, Shirley did a little crying, but overall we got stuff done and I headed home around 2am. I understand she is still working away today. It will all be over soon and I know the final outcome will be worth it!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I'm telling you that rolling Jesus is a bad influence! He has been keeping me out late all week. He is a lot of fun to hang out with, but I think I need a little break. I do have a movie waiting for me at home, so it might be a quiet night in for us. We'll have to rest up for the big St. Patty's Day celebrations ahead. Jesus has been thinking about running in 95.7 The Rock's St. Patty's Day .01k. His legs are short, but so is the race... and he has wheels. I'm not sure if that is an unfair advantage or not, but it is all for charity, so no harm, no foul.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I've participated in a long-running history of desk shenanigans. I've really been blessed with a pretty playful atmosphere where I work. It all starts with our boss who is well known for hand lotion on the handset and then giving you a ring jingle. Another favorite of his is to sneak up on people and startle them. And it's all in good fun. In my immediate office, we pull off pranks occasionally, but ALWAYS when somebody is on vacation. As luck would have it, Tyler went on vacation this week. Knowing it had to be good, a co-worker collaboration came up with a vacation for Jesus. You see, he has this little rolling Jesus action figure at his desk. This action figure provides us with plenty of entertainment, so I figured he needed a break too. Keep track of where Jesus has been at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23134003@N02/sets/72157604105290301/.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Like I say, it's all fun and games until someone falls through the ceiling. I'm sitting at my desk, listening to my itunes, and trying to enjoy my lunch and what do I hear? Sounds like armageddon on the roof of our building. What may actually be someone trying to break up ice, sounds like someone is going to come crashing through the ceiling at any moment. At least I don't have my boss's office; I can hear ceiling particles falling on her desk. That would really ruin my lunch if there were debris in my yogurt. Now all we need is for a big truck to drive by for the building to shake. One of these days one of those trucks will come buzzing through while someone is on the roof and as the whole building comes tumbling down, someone will fall through the ceiling. You just wait and see. Mark my words. I work for a high-class company.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I just finished my recent read from Dan Millman, "No Ordinary Moments: A Peaceful Warrior's Guide to Daily Life." Right from the beginning it spoke to me with "The journey itself creates the warrior; daily life is your journey and is the means of your training. When you recognize this, every moment takes on a larger purpose." When asked to write about my philosophy on life while I was in college, the paper came out "Life is a Journey." It is the journey that matters, not the outcome. This book gave a real hands-on approach to living a more meaningful life. My favorite part was on happiness. Usually when people ask me about goals (Where do you want to be in five years? ten? By the way, I hate those questions), I usually respond with "I'd like to be happy." Happiness is something I've struggled with for a majority of my life and maybe because I've approached it as a goal rather than a way of being. The following directions are a good reminder that we are in control of our own happiness. The Direction of Happiness 1. The next time any emotionally charged incident occurs, stop for a moment before reacting in your habitual way. 2. Remember the bigger picture; think of something more important in your life that makes you feel good. It could be
- something you feel grateful for;
- something that generates wonder, awe, or appreciation;
- something you're looking forward to;
- something that helps put this incident in perspective.
Friday, March 7, 2008
So... here I am. At work. I'm thinking I have things to do, but no motivation yet to do them. I'm glad it is Friday. I need a mini-vacation after this super-short week. Unfortunately, I have no plans. It seems as though there is nothing left to look forward to until Reggae Fest. If you'll notice my new counter on the right side of my page, you'll see I have a long ways to go before then. *sigh* It looks like it will be a long weekend of getting my house cleaned and maybe finishing my book. If Peanut is lucky, maybe we'll motivate him right into the tub for a bath. I'm sure he's keeping his fingers crossed!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Although today is going slowly, it is moving along more quickly than yesterday. I've accomplished to get some work done today and been able to put into use our new industrial paper cutter that I had to lobby for. What a great welcome home present! I'm really looking forward to our monthly dinner night tonight at Edwardo's. I'm excited to sample their food and enjoy a few cocktails with some close friends. However, I don't feel like I've been home at all yet. Maybe tomorrow. I have a movie waiting for me at home and Peanut has been asking for some snuggle time and a popcorn snack. I'm slowly getting back in the groove.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I'm feeling a little 'out to lunch' today. I think it is going to take awhile to get back in the swing of the real world. I've done a lot of picture uploading today. Here is a sampling from that...
Day 1Our beach.
My traveling companions.
Me at our beach.
Xcaret. The most beautiful place on earth.
Siesta at Xcaret. The most relaxing place on earth.
For more pictures, visit my Flickr site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23134003@N02/sets/72157604046714471/.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Well, I'm back on American soil. We got into Houston last night around dinner time and settled in for a long layover. We boarded late for our 9:05 flight to Minneapolis and then sat on the plane for an hour while they loaded the excessive amount of baggage and then removed some due to weight issues. We finally touched down in the land of Minnesota shortly after midnight and because Shirley's bag was one that had been removed from the flight, we arranged to have it shipped to LAX (not Los Angeles) and headed to the hotel to pick up their car. We finally arrived in Tremp City, more than a little punch drunk, at about 5:15 this morning. I've got to admit that our day of travel in Cozumel was much better than our day of travel in the U.S. On Saturday we rented a car and drove along the coast. Our first stop was Mr. Sancho's where we enjoyed a margarita, a dip in the calmer-than-our-resort seas, and some shopping. Apart from a few jellyfish stings, our day was going well. Continuing along the coast, we happened upon the reggae bar, which apparently has seen better days. It had suffered a lot of damage from the hurricanes, but provided a refreshing water spray along the rocky shore. Our lunch stop at Playa Bonita was beautiful. The hurricanes had washed away most of the beach, so the water came crashing right up to the dining area. Lunch was tasty and after stuffing ourselves, we decided we needed a dip in the ocean. The beach looked beautiful, but there were a lot of rocks and crashing waves. Shirley and I decided to walk along the surf to try to scout out a less rocky location. Failed. I kicked into a rock under the water which knocked me over. I crawled up onto the beach to discover a broken nail and a small cut. Shirley came to my rescue with her first aid kit and after recovering from the initial pain, we hit the road again. The rest of the afternoon was pretty mellow as we finished our expedition up the coast. We did a little shopping at the last stop on the road and turned back into the setting sun to head back towards town. We arrived back at the hotel with darkness setting in around us and on my toe (yeah...I think I broke it) and spent a relaxing night on my balcony playing cards. The next morning we spent a few hours lazing in the sun on the beach listening to some Bob Marley before packing it in. It was a perfect way to soak up our last rays from Cozumel. Until next time...