Kirk Cameron
Quiche
Running while admiring the fall leaves
Trader Joe's
Fresh basil
Napping on the couch during football
Scones
Gummi bears
Cheap wendy's burgers
Soon to come...
Sleeping really hard tonight
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Day 2 of 7
I just remembered 2 minutes. ago that I'm supposed to be posting every day this week so I'm posting this from my boyfriend's blackberry. This might be a hard habit to maintain. Currently I'm annoyed by how long it takes to type on a Blackberry and how hard it is to capitolize a letter.
Today I went to look into a program I've been thinking about pursuing. My boyfriend and I found ourselves late to a presentation given by a "professor" who could hardly string an English sentence together and who plugged her latest adventure in amateur documentary film-making. Her subject of choice was architecture, skyscrapers and how those relate to male sexuality. She then told us the name of the film. Just know that it included a word a word common to an architectural structure and a state of male arousal. As soon as I heard that, I knew this program was not for me.
This realization was further confirmed when said professor called the victims *ahem* I mean group to the front of the class to view some student work and I was stunned and disturbed to find that my potential teacher was eclipsed in dumbness only by my potential classmates.
Yes, this will not be the perogram for me.
My boyfriend and I exchanged scared and contemptuous looks and hightailed it out of there at the first opportunity.
The search continues...
Today I went to look into a program I've been thinking about pursuing. My boyfriend and I found ourselves late to a presentation given by a "professor" who could hardly string an English sentence together and who plugged her latest adventure in amateur documentary film-making. Her subject of choice was architecture, skyscrapers and how those relate to male sexuality. She then told us the name of the film. Just know that it included a word a word common to an architectural structure and a state of male arousal. As soon as I heard that, I knew this program was not for me.
This realization was further confirmed when said professor called the victims *ahem* I mean group to the front of the class to view some student work and I was stunned and disturbed to find that my potential teacher was eclipsed in dumbness only by my potential classmates.
Yes, this will not be the perogram for me.
My boyfriend and I exchanged scared and contemptuous looks and hightailed it out of there at the first opportunity.
The search continues...
Friday, October 24, 2008
A Mini-Update
Is that allowed?
I think something that keeps me from blogging more regularly is that I feel like I have to write a well-thought-out, chapter-length, hilarious entry on some Really Important Subject every time. And so, I only post every two weeks.
To shake things up a little, I'm trying an experiment. For the next week, I'm going to take an adventure in trying to post something everyday. Be it just a thought or a picture, even if it's not something substantial.
Here is my first attempt at this.
One of my constant struggles in living more zen is that I tend to want to take little to no time to pick up after myself in day-to-day living. The end result of this is an apartment with the accumulated messiness of two weeks of no day-to-day picking up. Not a pretty sight. I noticed in college that the messiness of my living space tends to mirror the messiness (and sometimes just the busyness) of my life. As soon as things become busy, cleaning is the first thing to fall off my to-do list. This dynamic has been very evident lately.
Judging from the shameful mess my apartment can become under the influence of this philosophy, I've decided that this is not helping myself as I try to clean up my lifestyle. So, here is one little thing I'm going to try in pursuit of further zen-ness. When I get home from work, I will put my clothes away instead of draping them over a chair or leaving them on the bathroom floor. Then, I will take my washable dirty clothes directly to the hamper.
That's it.
Elementary, you say?
Really; yes it is, but this little step has evaded me thus far. I tried this last night, and it really only took me an extra three minutes, but it saved my newly cleaned apartment from becoming that much more messy. And, two weeks of this behavior will help my mental/emotional state as I will not have to flog myself when I can't even make it to the kitchen without tripping on shoes and yesterday's outfit.
This is really a small tweak that has a pretty big potential benefit. I'll try to update on how this has been going since I'm going to need lots of blog fodder in the upcoming week.
I think something that keeps me from blogging more regularly is that I feel like I have to write a well-thought-out, chapter-length, hilarious entry on some Really Important Subject every time. And so, I only post every two weeks.
To shake things up a little, I'm trying an experiment. For the next week, I'm going to take an adventure in trying to post something everyday. Be it just a thought or a picture, even if it's not something substantial.
Here is my first attempt at this.
One of my constant struggles in living more zen is that I tend to want to take little to no time to pick up after myself in day-to-day living. The end result of this is an apartment with the accumulated messiness of two weeks of no day-to-day picking up. Not a pretty sight. I noticed in college that the messiness of my living space tends to mirror the messiness (and sometimes just the busyness) of my life. As soon as things become busy, cleaning is the first thing to fall off my to-do list. This dynamic has been very evident lately.
Judging from the shameful mess my apartment can become under the influence of this philosophy, I've decided that this is not helping myself as I try to clean up my lifestyle. So, here is one little thing I'm going to try in pursuit of further zen-ness. When I get home from work, I will put my clothes away instead of draping them over a chair or leaving them on the bathroom floor. Then, I will take my washable dirty clothes directly to the hamper.
That's it.
Elementary, you say?
Really; yes it is, but this little step has evaded me thus far. I tried this last night, and it really only took me an extra three minutes, but it saved my newly cleaned apartment from becoming that much more messy. And, two weeks of this behavior will help my mental/emotional state as I will not have to flog myself when I can't even make it to the kitchen without tripping on shoes and yesterday's outfit.
This is really a small tweak that has a pretty big potential benefit. I'll try to update on how this has been going since I'm going to need lots of blog fodder in the upcoming week.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
An Open Letter - Volume 2
To the bottom-dwelling law-breaker who spent all my money at ticketmaster--
You must be pretty proud of yourself concocting an engenius idea to steal some unsuspecting schmuck's debit card info, buy dozens of Tina Turner tickets on ticketmaster and then sell them on ebay. Pretty brilliant, right? The unsuspecting schmuck's bank account is merely collateral damage, right? Well, bottom-dweller that you are (I will hereafter refer to you as BD), there is more at play here than you realize. Let me educate you.
I am having a hard time understanding, BD, why you would endeavor to do such a thing. I could understand if you were out of work in this terrible economy and took someone's cc# to buy food for your hungry children. I wouldn't agree with it, but I would understand it. I suppose it's possible that the funds from a massive Tina Turner ticket sell-off could provide funds to feed your undernourished children. But, the turn around time of tickets that sit on ebay for a couple weeks make that scenario unlikely. Your kids would've died of malnutrition long before you saw any profit off those puppies. It is clear to me, BD, that you are doing this for a more malevolent purpose.
Remember our friend, the unsuspecting schmuck? What do you say we put a face to her? I think that's a good idea, BD. She gets by, working really hard to save her money and get out of debt. She just got her first apartment and doesn't even have enough furniture yet to fill it up. She's working hard doing the Right Things to make her way in this world. Enter BD, who thinks that selling a bunch of Tina Turner tickets on ebay purchased with fradulently obtained debit card information is a really smashing idea.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself, BD?
No?
Ah, my unscrupulous friend, apparently more convincing is in order.
More likely, the purpose of your scheme is to use this money, or, shall we say, MY MONEY to buy yourself a few toys, or to reinvest it in your shady business of doing illegal things. You may make a little extra money to pad your bank account using these foul methods. But, rest assured, BD, you will get complacent. Easy money has that kind of effect on people. Complacency leads to mistakes. This money won't be so easy when you're in a state prison, with an anxious, white-knuckled grip on your bar of soap. That will be very hard money indeed.
The law will catch up with you, BD. It always does.
Until then, BD, I'm not sweating it too much. My bank has already decided that this isn't something I'll be liable for. You can thank them for that. Had they not come to that conclusion, you can bet that I would've hunted your fat, lazy a$$ without sleeping until I found you. And then I would've exacted some creative vigilante justice with a stiletto and a cut-up debit card. Use your imagination.
Love always~
M.I.F.
You must be pretty proud of yourself concocting an engenius idea to steal some unsuspecting schmuck's debit card info, buy dozens of Tina Turner tickets on ticketmaster and then sell them on ebay. Pretty brilliant, right? The unsuspecting schmuck's bank account is merely collateral damage, right? Well, bottom-dweller that you are (I will hereafter refer to you as BD), there is more at play here than you realize. Let me educate you.
I am having a hard time understanding, BD, why you would endeavor to do such a thing. I could understand if you were out of work in this terrible economy and took someone's cc# to buy food for your hungry children. I wouldn't agree with it, but I would understand it. I suppose it's possible that the funds from a massive Tina Turner ticket sell-off could provide funds to feed your undernourished children. But, the turn around time of tickets that sit on ebay for a couple weeks make that scenario unlikely. Your kids would've died of malnutrition long before you saw any profit off those puppies. It is clear to me, BD, that you are doing this for a more malevolent purpose.
Remember our friend, the unsuspecting schmuck? What do you say we put a face to her? I think that's a good idea, BD. She gets by, working really hard to save her money and get out of debt. She just got her first apartment and doesn't even have enough furniture yet to fill it up. She's working hard doing the Right Things to make her way in this world. Enter BD, who thinks that selling a bunch of Tina Turner tickets on ebay purchased with fradulently obtained debit card information is a really smashing idea.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself, BD?
No?
Ah, my unscrupulous friend, apparently more convincing is in order.
More likely, the purpose of your scheme is to use this money, or, shall we say, MY MONEY to buy yourself a few toys, or to reinvest it in your shady business of doing illegal things. You may make a little extra money to pad your bank account using these foul methods. But, rest assured, BD, you will get complacent. Easy money has that kind of effect on people. Complacency leads to mistakes. This money won't be so easy when you're in a state prison, with an anxious, white-knuckled grip on your bar of soap. That will be very hard money indeed.
The law will catch up with you, BD. It always does.
Until then, BD, I'm not sweating it too much. My bank has already decided that this isn't something I'll be liable for. You can thank them for that. Had they not come to that conclusion, you can bet that I would've hunted your fat, lazy a$$ without sleeping until I found you. And then I would've exacted some creative vigilante justice with a stiletto and a cut-up debit card. Use your imagination.
Love always~
M.I.F.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Bang Head -> Here <-
I'm a little stressed. So much to do and more is being added to the pile daily.
I found myself ruminating about it as I was going to bed last night. All of my noble attempts to get ahead of the deluge have been thwarted. I'm usually darn good about not taking stuff home with me, but for whatever reason, this has me stirred up.
I would like a vacation in Fiji. Or perhaps a tranquilizer. Or both. Please?
I found myself ruminating about it as I was going to bed last night. All of my noble attempts to get ahead of the deluge have been thwarted. I'm usually darn good about not taking stuff home with me, but for whatever reason, this has me stirred up.
I would like a vacation in Fiji. Or perhaps a tranquilizer. Or both. Please?
Friday, October 3, 2008
War of the Veeps
My blogging intention today is to write a sarcastic rundown of the debate last night. I'm discovering that sarcasm, especially in written form, is one of my spiritual gifts and I'm enjoying honing this gift on my blog. I'm discovering, however, that there is much more fodder for sarcasm in people's reaction to the debate, so I will elaborate on that somewhat amended topic.
First, however, I would like to comment on her physical appearance. It's what I do. I thought the black suit was chic, elegant and oh-so flattering. But, I will say, that I thought she had a tumor growing out of her head with that half-bun monstrosity up-do thing she seems to becoming infamous for.
See?
I'm pretty sure there's something there that could require surgery that she's disguising with all this crazy prom up-do business left over from her pageant days.
First, however, I would like to comment on her physical appearance. It's what I do. I thought the black suit was chic, elegant and oh-so flattering. But, I will say, that I thought she had a tumor growing out of her head with that half-bun monstrosity up-do thing she seems to becoming infamous for.
See?
I'm pretty sure there's something there that could require surgery that she's disguising with all this crazy prom up-do business left over from her pageant days.
As for Joe Biden, I have noticed a strange resemblance between him, and another democratic candidate I'm sure we all know and love.
seems even more uncanny. Minus the teeth, of course.
Notice the longness of the face and the big toothy plastic grin. That's all I'm sayin'.
Next, even more strangely, their resemblance to him
seems even more uncanny. Minus the teeth, of course.
I won't lie. I love Sarah Palin. Please read this post through that lens. I don't even pretend to be unbiased. But what I will say is that I was completely unsurprised by and even a little disappointed with her performance last night. I thought she looked nervous at the beginning, although she gained confidence as the night went on. It irritated me that she didn't answer the moderator's questions directly. It seemed she went into the debate with a definite strategy, if not an agenda. Some were annoyed by her "cuteness", but I wish she would've let even more of her personality out.
What I was truly stunned by was the general public's reaction to the debate. It seemed like the Joe Blows were all very impressed by her. I attribute this to the fact that the only exposure they've had to her in the last couple weeks were from two sound bites from an interview with a journalist who was clearly out to get her, where Palin admittedly did not have her best day. They expected her to be a dunce and were shown otherwise. I already knew she wasn't a dunce; so I was expecting her to, at the very least, hold her own.
I thought Joe Biden looked relaxed and calm, clearly a very experienced debater. He's a senator. That's all they do.
I get that she relates to the regular guy, she's just your next-door-neighbor hockey mom, I'll betcha, God bless 'er, *wink*. I've never seen a regular guy next-door-neighbor hockey mom who was also governor of a huge state, so I don't know how I feel about that assertion, but, I digress. It seems like Joe Blow related more to that and loved her for it than actually listening to the content of the debate. It makes me feel like the average American is kinda dumb and is only looking for appearance and relatability, even though I think Sarah Palin is much more than an attractive package.
The good news for now is that she made up for the gaffes of last week and is back in good standing with the American public. I still love her. I love that she's a non-partisan maverick who fights against corruption and entrenched political systems, even those in her own party. I think that is what is needed in Washington and I would vote for that ticket on that fact alone.
I guess mavericks answer the questions they want to answer, even if it wasn't the question that was asked.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Alexandria and the Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Yesterday was one of those days. Nothing terribly awful happened. No one died. There were no natural disasters or any other such calamities. But, for whatever reason, it still sucked. I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the emotional bed. The wrong side of the hormonal bed is probably more accurate.
Blast these hormones. These hormones that hijack my emotions and my otherwise logical common sense. These hormones which turn my mind into ruminating mush. Mush that lies to me, that expects the worst of every situation. Mush that tells me awful, fictional stories about myself and the people I love most.
I have come to accept it as my lot in life that I will have to fight against the lies that my brain tells me when I reach disequilibrium. Perhaps the mere presence of these stories in my head is a sign that something is out of whack. Hormones sure may play a role in this, but my life of late has been very full, maybe even bloatedly so. The rest and relaxation that I so need to function optimally has been hard to find. A full life is fun and satisfying, but a full life includes downtime, and I haven’t had much lately.
As someone who can tend towards introversion, I find that I need one full day to myself every week without any plans. One day where I can spend the day reading and thinking and recharging my battery. It has been quite a long time since I have had one of those luxurious days. I can remember a time where I went for months without that, and without knowing what I was doing, I turned myself into the unhealthiest mess that I have ever been. There were more factors than just this one working, but it certainly didn’t help matters.
I suppose that I can add to my list guarding my free time as one of the areas in my life to work on in becoming more zen. My list is getting really long, although I do feel like I’ve made definite progress in a couple of important areas. I so want to arrive at the place where everything is in order and I become one of the rare people who have it all together. It just drives home the point that life is a process and a journey, one which is ever dynamic, fluid and changing. And I am becoming increasingly more convinced that it is my mushy brain that is making up stories about people existing who have it all together.
Blast these hormones. These hormones that hijack my emotions and my otherwise logical common sense. These hormones which turn my mind into ruminating mush. Mush that lies to me, that expects the worst of every situation. Mush that tells me awful, fictional stories about myself and the people I love most.
I have come to accept it as my lot in life that I will have to fight against the lies that my brain tells me when I reach disequilibrium. Perhaps the mere presence of these stories in my head is a sign that something is out of whack. Hormones sure may play a role in this, but my life of late has been very full, maybe even bloatedly so. The rest and relaxation that I so need to function optimally has been hard to find. A full life is fun and satisfying, but a full life includes downtime, and I haven’t had much lately.
As someone who can tend towards introversion, I find that I need one full day to myself every week without any plans. One day where I can spend the day reading and thinking and recharging my battery. It has been quite a long time since I have had one of those luxurious days. I can remember a time where I went for months without that, and without knowing what I was doing, I turned myself into the unhealthiest mess that I have ever been. There were more factors than just this one working, but it certainly didn’t help matters.
I suppose that I can add to my list guarding my free time as one of the areas in my life to work on in becoming more zen. My list is getting really long, although I do feel like I’ve made definite progress in a couple of important areas. I so want to arrive at the place where everything is in order and I become one of the rare people who have it all together. It just drives home the point that life is a process and a journey, one which is ever dynamic, fluid and changing. And I am becoming increasingly more convinced that it is my mushy brain that is making up stories about people existing who have it all together.
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