Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Today was the first day that, as far as I can remember, I left work early because I could not emotionally deal with it all. My Store Team Leader is moving to another store. I am going to sound selfish and I mean to BUT I am depressed about her moving. I don't know if I can handle a new Store Team Leader because none of the likely candidates are people who I want to work for. There are those that I can tolerate and do a good job for but overall I find none of them inspiring.
On top of all of that, the only person I consider an upholder of what my company stands for has resigned from his position and will ultimately take a leave of absence. Truth is, he is probably as sick of the bullshit that is happening on our regional level. They may not notice but there is certainly not much whole-ish about what they are doing. I am sure they notice but are choosing to ignore it. The color green can be quite blinding.
I have to remind myself that all I need to do is work and do my job to the best of my ability. And to remember that what matters most is the fact that I have a great husband, some great friends, and my health. I even have some great co-workers. I hope they all stay. I hope. Later.
On top of all of that, the only person I consider an upholder of what my company stands for has resigned from his position and will ultimately take a leave of absence. Truth is, he is probably as sick of the bullshit that is happening on our regional level. They may not notice but there is certainly not much whole-ish about what they are doing. I am sure they notice but are choosing to ignore it. The color green can be quite blinding.
I have to remind myself that all I need to do is work and do my job to the best of my ability. And to remember that what matters most is the fact that I have a great husband, some great friends, and my health. I even have some great co-workers. I hope they all stay. I hope. Later.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I love going to the U.S. Open with my friend Janice. She is probably the only person I know who will run from court to court watching random matches, regardless of who plays. We saw some exciting people play including Martina Hingis, Svetlana Kuznetsova, dreamy (and often shirtless) Novak Djokovic, Maria Kirilenko, Anastasia Rodionova, Flavia Penneta, and Feliciano Lopez. We also ran right into Fabrice Santoro and Nadia Petrova.
But, definitely the highlight of the day was watching Agnes Szavay destroy her opponent. We have deemed her the future of women's tennis. Janice said it best when she said, "What is wrong with these people? Don't they know that they should sit and watch greatness as it happens?" Yup, we think she's that good. I haven't felt this strong since Steffi Graf.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Agnes Szavay of Hungary:
After she won, I pushed someone aside to get her autograph and wish her well. That's how strongly I felt. Later.
But, definitely the highlight of the day was watching Agnes Szavay destroy her opponent. We have deemed her the future of women's tennis. Janice said it best when she said, "What is wrong with these people? Don't they know that they should sit and watch greatness as it happens?" Yup, we think she's that good. I haven't felt this strong since Steffi Graf.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Agnes Szavay of Hungary:
After she won, I pushed someone aside to get her autograph and wish her well. That's how strongly I felt. Later.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I always wonder why people care so much. Like, why does the Religious Right care so much about women having abortions? Aren't we on the way to overpopulation to begin with? And who exactly do you want to stop from having abortions? Surely it isn't the inner city welfare mother who you would not invite into your house. Surely it isn't your Christian daughters who supposedly do not have sex before they are married. So, who exactly is it that is having abortions that you care so much about? And if those people keep the baby, who is supposed to take care of the baby for the next 18 years? Just wondering.
And, while we are on the subject of caring, why exactly does the Religious Right care so much about gay marriage? I mean, your men aren't marrying each other. Neither are your women. Are they? So what is the worry? We aren't taking from your pool of spousal possibilities. I mean, there aren't homosexuals in the Religious Right. Are there? Plus, we can't have babies unless we chose to and by that time, we aren't aborting them. So, it kinda works in your favor to have us marry. Doesn't it? So, why so much worrying about gays marrying?
And, before you even talk about all that being God's wishes, whose god? And what if I don't believe in "God"? Then what? Later.
And, while we are on the subject of caring, why exactly does the Religious Right care so much about gay marriage? I mean, your men aren't marrying each other. Neither are your women. Are they? So what is the worry? We aren't taking from your pool of spousal possibilities. I mean, there aren't homosexuals in the Religious Right. Are there? Plus, we can't have babies unless we chose to and by that time, we aren't aborting them. So, it kinda works in your favor to have us marry. Doesn't it? So, why so much worrying about gays marrying?
And, before you even talk about all that being God's wishes, whose god? And what if I don't believe in "God"? Then what? Later.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
I am about to pick up a really expensive habit.
Recently, while in Seattle on vacation, Mike and I bought three memory blocks made by Sid Dickens at a store we found in the downtown area. The lady who helped us told us that we were about to embark on what may become quite the obsession. I didn't realize how much so until right I perused the website.
I want more memory blocks.
I need more memory blocks.
I crave more memory blocks.
I think I may stop by at store in the City that sells them to see what else they have. I think the three we have are spectacular but I think there needs to be a fourth. Or maybe there needs to be six. They're lonely and need more friends. I must help out. Later.
Recently, while in Seattle on vacation, Mike and I bought three memory blocks made by Sid Dickens at a store we found in the downtown area. The lady who helped us told us that we were about to embark on what may become quite the obsession. I didn't realize how much so until right I perused the website.
I want more memory blocks.
I need more memory blocks.
I crave more memory blocks.
I think I may stop by at store in the City that sells them to see what else they have. I think the three we have are spectacular but I think there needs to be a fourth. Or maybe there needs to be six. They're lonely and need more friends. I must help out. Later.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Around 5:00pm today, while still at work, I got a call from my husband. He was about to leave work too and wanted to know if I would head home to go for a power walk in Central Park. I never turn down a chance to go power walking with Mike.
Around 6:00pm, we were dressed to go but it was storming. We waited until about 6:25 for it to calm down. It did, so we headed out. About 15 minutes into the power walk, it began to rain. No, it began to pour. We had two choices: sit under a tree and slowly get soaked or head out and just enjoy the walk.
We walked through the quiet wetness. When you are soaked you don't think about avoiding puddles. It's a fun feeling. We laughed about it all during the walk. I love moments like this. Spending time laughing with the one I love. It didn't really feel like a workout. But it was.
Because I am tired. Tired but all fuzzy inside. Later.
Around 6:00pm, we were dressed to go but it was storming. We waited until about 6:25 for it to calm down. It did, so we headed out. About 15 minutes into the power walk, it began to rain. No, it began to pour. We had two choices: sit under a tree and slowly get soaked or head out and just enjoy the walk.
We walked through the quiet wetness. When you are soaked you don't think about avoiding puddles. It's a fun feeling. We laughed about it all during the walk. I love moments like this. Spending time laughing with the one I love. It didn't really feel like a workout. But it was.
Because I am tired. Tired but all fuzzy inside. Later.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
It's officially August 16, 2007 (at least, here in the U.S.A.) and today is Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone Penn Ritchie's birthday. It's been 24 years and I still love this woman. Maybe not as intense as when I first heard of her in 1983. Unless you call going to this website intense.
My cousin, Gerri, had just come back from a vacation in the Philippines. She called me and told me that I had to come over immediately because I had to hear something awesome. Since I was only 13, I asked my parents to drive me over. I ran down to the basement where Gerri showed me the 45. It had a yellow label with this blue 'S'. I remember reading the word Sire which I then found out was the record label. The needle hits and the first few sounds that emanate from the speaker are the intro to a song called "Holiday". I was hooked. I still am. After numerous concerts, all her albums, dance singles, special performances, and, yes, many posters, I still wait for what she is doing next.
I guess I still intensely love her. I love her music, regardless. I love her style, regardless. And I love that, regardless of how I feel, listening to her music does bring back or create a feel-good sense for me. And isn't that what really matters.
So, happy birthday to Madonna. Regardless of what anyone thinks. Later.
My cousin, Gerri, had just come back from a vacation in the Philippines. She called me and told me that I had to come over immediately because I had to hear something awesome. Since I was only 13, I asked my parents to drive me over. I ran down to the basement where Gerri showed me the 45. It had a yellow label with this blue 'S'. I remember reading the word Sire which I then found out was the record label. The needle hits and the first few sounds that emanate from the speaker are the intro to a song called "Holiday". I was hooked. I still am. After numerous concerts, all her albums, dance singles, special performances, and, yes, many posters, I still wait for what she is doing next.
I guess I still intensely love her. I love her music, regardless. I love her style, regardless. And I love that, regardless of how I feel, listening to her music does bring back or create a feel-good sense for me. And isn't that what really matters.
So, happy birthday to Madonna. Regardless of what anyone thinks. Later.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
When Mike and I got back from Alaska on Sunday, we decided that we would start a vegan cleanse the next day to help "clean out" our system from all the rich food we consumed during our cruise through the glaciers. We did quite well. As a matter of fact, I do vegan cleanses often. Mike starts the whole thing with me but by the third day, he falls off the cleanse.
About the third day, I realized that we were headed out to Highland, NJ to our friend Carolyn's annual BBQ. Carolyn is part Argentinian and has some amazing chimichuri. For those of you in the know, chimichuri is amazing for BBQ. So, Mike and I decided that we would end our cleanse on Friday and start eating meat again at Carolyn's BBQ.
Words of wisdom: it may be a good idea to not eat about 3 pounds of BBQ'd meat after a five-day vegan cleanse. Oh, and having some grilled veggies and corn will not counter the effects of the 3 pounds of meat. Later.
About the third day, I realized that we were headed out to Highland, NJ to our friend Carolyn's annual BBQ. Carolyn is part Argentinian and has some amazing chimichuri. For those of you in the know, chimichuri is amazing for BBQ. So, Mike and I decided that we would end our cleanse on Friday and start eating meat again at Carolyn's BBQ.
Words of wisdom: it may be a good idea to not eat about 3 pounds of BBQ'd meat after a five-day vegan cleanse. Oh, and having some grilled veggies and corn will not counter the effects of the 3 pounds of meat. Later.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Ahhhhhhhhh-laska. First let me say that it definitely is quite photographic. I would definitely recommend taking a small boat cruise of Alaska if you can. It is truly a beautiful place. I saw some amazing things that I never ever even imagined I would see in my life. For example:
I never thought I would see a glacier as close as I did. Did you know that the blue color of a glacier is called Thalo Blue? I saw four different ones, some receding, some advancing. All spectacularly breath-taking.
I've been to Sea World but this past Thursday, I got to see a pod of Orca in the wild. I even got to see one about 30 feet from the window of my boat. Exhilarating to say the least.
I saw humpback whales breach... several times. Between them and the glacier, I have never felt so tiny. So non-significant. But not in a bad way.
Sea Otters... very cute, very vicious.
Several bald eagles; one of them pooping... during a rafting trip down the Chilkat River.
Other animals I saw: puffins, wolves, brown bears, seals... and midwesterners. :)
It was quite the experience and I would probably do it again. Except without family. Later.
I never thought I would see a glacier as close as I did. Did you know that the blue color of a glacier is called Thalo Blue? I saw four different ones, some receding, some advancing. All spectacularly breath-taking.
I've been to Sea World but this past Thursday, I got to see a pod of Orca in the wild. I even got to see one about 30 feet from the window of my boat. Exhilarating to say the least.
I saw humpback whales breach... several times. Between them and the glacier, I have never felt so tiny. So non-significant. But not in a bad way.
Sea Otters... very cute, very vicious.
Several bald eagles; one of them pooping... during a rafting trip down the Chilkat River.
Other animals I saw: puffins, wolves, brown bears, seals... and midwesterners. :)
It was quite the experience and I would probably do it again. Except without family. Later.
