since i graduated, i have noticed all tje little things i've missed. i missed waking up with b every morning, watching shows that irritate the crap out of him, and vice versa. i missed sitting in bed reading until all hours of the night while he sleeps-listening to his subtle snore and getting a rare sleepy smile. today, im thankful for all the little things im no longer missing.
b and i did some more landscaping at the house. we had so much fun picking out shrubs, flowers, and bark. we spent an entire day digging, weeding, and planting. now waiting to see what grows-see our handiwork-is kind of exciting. i never thought i would find so much pleasure in such a small task. again, just another little experience im no longer missing.
my life has taken an amazing turn in the last few months. sometimes it catches me off guard and i have to stop and blink, waiting to see if it disappears. thus far ive been blessed. all the little things in my life are something to be grateful for.
dont get me wrong, its not always sunshine and daisys, but for the most part ive been able to handle the bad stuff. i just keep reminding myself of the good.
"i myself always strive to live within the light." ~professor slughorn
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Pain in the...nose
My nose is stuffed, my head feels like a balloon. And yet I'm sitting here watching Brad play "wheelbarrow" with poor little browns. She howls-so does my head...
We're going to try round 2 for Motion City this April. Last month didn't go so well. Poor Brad got drugged. So, this time I will pretend to be him and he will pretend to be me and hopefully nothing bad will happen and no one will mistake his glass for mine.
My musing for the day is quite hilarious. A man came into work today...he walked all around the juniors section of clothing; chose two pairs of pants (womens) and asked for a dressing room. Naturally I was suspicious. I assumed he was stealing.
Now, i forgot to tell you that this man looked like he just stepped off a yacht-he was gorgeous-not feminine gorgeous-rugby playing, all american kind of gorgeous.
So, when he asked for a fitting room, I called security. After a while he popped out of the fitting room...wearing the black leather (womens) pants...and forst asked if we hard any other styles of this particular pant, and then asked what type of shoe I thought went best with this type of pant. (WTF?)
Naturally I was quite taken aback. I tried my hardest to keep eye contact...the whole time screaming in my mind-I can see your package!!! It's hanging to the left!!! AAAAAWWWWWW!!! GROSSSS!!
He didn't buy either pair of (womens) pants he tried on, and left the store shortly thereafter. So, my little lesson in all of this is that looks can be deceiving and that is what I get for assuming this man was up to no good. I need to stop judging people based on their looks, the way they act, and all of the other things about people that we as humans automatically judge other humans on.
We're going to try round 2 for Motion City this April. Last month didn't go so well. Poor Brad got drugged. So, this time I will pretend to be him and he will pretend to be me and hopefully nothing bad will happen and no one will mistake his glass for mine.
My musing for the day is quite hilarious. A man came into work today...he walked all around the juniors section of clothing; chose two pairs of pants (womens) and asked for a dressing room. Naturally I was suspicious. I assumed he was stealing.
Now, i forgot to tell you that this man looked like he just stepped off a yacht-he was gorgeous-not feminine gorgeous-rugby playing, all american kind of gorgeous.
So, when he asked for a fitting room, I called security. After a while he popped out of the fitting room...wearing the black leather (womens) pants...and forst asked if we hard any other styles of this particular pant, and then asked what type of shoe I thought went best with this type of pant. (WTF?)
Naturally I was quite taken aback. I tried my hardest to keep eye contact...the whole time screaming in my mind-I can see your package!!! It's hanging to the left!!! AAAAAWWWWWW!!! GROSSSS!!
He didn't buy either pair of (womens) pants he tried on, and left the store shortly thereafter. So, my little lesson in all of this is that looks can be deceiving and that is what I get for assuming this man was up to no good. I need to stop judging people based on their looks, the way they act, and all of the other things about people that we as humans automatically judge other humans on.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Signs
I believe that there are little signs all around us. I believe in Karma, and that everything happens for a reason. I believe in the saying 'what goes around comes around' and that hate can be a curved blade-hurting others like you want it to, but hurting you as well.
It's funny that there are so many little signs all around us and we hardly acknowledge them; don't give them a second thought. Today I had somewhere to be, somewhere that I was second guessing for personal reasons, the terrible weather, and just not wanting to settle for less than what I deserve. The answer to my worries was all around me in the form of little signs.
The first sign was not being able to sleep last night. Despite a full day yesterday as well as an athletic evening, I was awake all night. This morning, on my way home from the gym I took a corner a little fast and careened into a snowbank. (Sign number 2)Some rather nice gentlemen helped me and I was on my way home in no time. After rushing to get ready and be out the door, (sign number 3 approaching) my car yet again became lodged in the snow, tires spinning on the glare ice.
So, with all signs pointing to making my day a total disaster, I listened...finally. And after much crying (because of frustration I assure you) here I am at home playing real housewife of Wisconsin.
Ok God, Ok Signs, OK Karma, I hear all of you-I understand-I'm listening. Finally.
It's funny that there are so many little signs all around us and we hardly acknowledge them; don't give them a second thought. Today I had somewhere to be, somewhere that I was second guessing for personal reasons, the terrible weather, and just not wanting to settle for less than what I deserve. The answer to my worries was all around me in the form of little signs.
The first sign was not being able to sleep last night. Despite a full day yesterday as well as an athletic evening, I was awake all night. This morning, on my way home from the gym I took a corner a little fast and careened into a snowbank. (Sign number 2)Some rather nice gentlemen helped me and I was on my way home in no time. After rushing to get ready and be out the door, (sign number 3 approaching) my car yet again became lodged in the snow, tires spinning on the glare ice.
So, with all signs pointing to making my day a total disaster, I listened...finally. And after much crying (because of frustration I assure you) here I am at home playing real housewife of Wisconsin.
Ok God, Ok Signs, OK Karma, I hear all of you-I understand-I'm listening. Finally.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
An Art Refined
Ah, the art of procrastination. I'm sure that by now I have it down to an exact science. I have this paper due tomorrow (today). It may or may not have to be a
20+ page research paper. (And by that I mean yes, it's a 20+ page research paper). So here I sit on my couch with cookies and Red Bull.
Good thing graduation is in sight-finally. Pretty soon I will no longer need to pretend to care about useless information that egotistical professors know and hold over their students with mocking superiority.
Ah, the art of procrastination...I have it so finely tuned that I will probably finish just before dawn. I may even get to sleep for an hour; oh what joy!
I realize that somewhere in all of this is yet another life lesson. I could be in bed with the hubby-enjoying some quiet time and watching him sleep. I could be stress free about having this stupid report printed in the morning before class. I could be doing a million other things, but alas, here I sit on this couch working on a paper that I could have done weeks ago.
"My evil genius Procrastination has whispered to me tarry til' a more convenient season." ~Mary Todd Lincoln
20+ page research paper. (And by that I mean yes, it's a 20+ page research paper). So here I sit on my couch with cookies and Red Bull.
Good thing graduation is in sight-finally. Pretty soon I will no longer need to pretend to care about useless information that egotistical professors know and hold over their students with mocking superiority.
Ah, the art of procrastination...I have it so finely tuned that I will probably finish just before dawn. I may even get to sleep for an hour; oh what joy!
I realize that somewhere in all of this is yet another life lesson. I could be in bed with the hubby-enjoying some quiet time and watching him sleep. I could be stress free about having this stupid report printed in the morning before class. I could be doing a million other things, but alas, here I sit on this couch working on a paper that I could have done weeks ago.
"My evil genius Procrastination has whispered to me tarry til' a more convenient season." ~Mary Todd Lincoln
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Beagles
**This image isn't of her right now, but pretty darn close to her usual sleep pose!
Have you ever come upon a moment in your life that you feel blessed to be privy to? Right now I'm having one of those moments. Browny is sleeping; she's partially under a blanket with her nose buried. Occasionally she makes a little nose in her sleep, like she's dreaming. Probably chasing squirrels.
Well anyway, meet Browny. She's a 2 year old pure bred A.K.A. certified Beagle. She enjoys playing with rubber chicken, kong wubba, and bouncy balls. She loves barking at the cats that peak in our window and the squirrels that run across the deck railing teasing her. At night she likes to be warm and will try and burrow under the covers in bed before we catch her and put her in her kennel. Right now she's on the couch with me burrowed under a blanket sleeping. When she enters a new house she feels the need to 'beagle' every inch of it at least twice before she is satisfied and willing to pay attention to the inhabitants of said household.
)For those of you who don't know what "beagling' is, it's when a beagle sniffs every inch of a house. They have amazing noses and will use them to their advantage all the time)!
It's funny how man's best friend can bring joy and meaning into your life. Who would have thought.
"Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made." ~Roger Caras
Friday, November 20, 2009
The little things
The little things in life, should they even matter or am I petty for being bothered by these pesky 'little' things in life? I mean, some of the little things like a glance or a touch or a sweet note mean a lot, but some little things like the toilet seat being up, the water pitcher being empty in the fridge, people being late for a meeting-push me over the edge. So I ask, should I be letting these little things (the bad ones) upset me or is life too short for that? Should my efforts and energy be directed somewhere else or do I try and correct these small wrongs?
The root of this wondering came from something I experienced last night actually. Just little things said in a meeting-insincere comments to make the group look better said by women who contribute nothing except a loud voice. As I sat in this meeting with these women, I realized that these little things happening around me were almost comical. One little insincerity after another pouring out of women who are too shallow and too self absorbed to even stop and wonder how they sound. It's just amazing to me.
But, again, I realize to someone else I could sound just like these shallow and vapid women. Here I sit, quite possibly just bitching and complaining about the little things in life that shouldn't really matter. Maybe I should have the attitude of "who cares" and move on with my life. After all, there are bigger issues happening in the world right? Who am I but one little insignificant person in this huge world?
Ok, point taken inner self...I just need to move on and be satisfied that I am not one of those women and that I can be objective enough to realize that these women will always be shallow and vapid.
Good lord, I do believe I'm growing up
"The key to growth is the introduction of higher dimensions of consciousness into our awareness." Lao Tzu
The root of this wondering came from something I experienced last night actually. Just little things said in a meeting-insincere comments to make the group look better said by women who contribute nothing except a loud voice. As I sat in this meeting with these women, I realized that these little things happening around me were almost comical. One little insincerity after another pouring out of women who are too shallow and too self absorbed to even stop and wonder how they sound. It's just amazing to me.
But, again, I realize to someone else I could sound just like these shallow and vapid women. Here I sit, quite possibly just bitching and complaining about the little things in life that shouldn't really matter. Maybe I should have the attitude of "who cares" and move on with my life. After all, there are bigger issues happening in the world right? Who am I but one little insignificant person in this huge world?
Ok, point taken inner self...I just need to move on and be satisfied that I am not one of those women and that I can be objective enough to realize that these women will always be shallow and vapid.
Good lord, I do believe I'm growing up
"The key to growth is the introduction of higher dimensions of consciousness into our awareness." Lao Tzu
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