Getting My OM On


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Long like (I did mean like and not live) Eckhart Tolle.  I am embarking on a spiritual journey to get me through my madness.  I’ve taken on one too many projects and goals, including this blog but somehow I don’t mind.  I am happy to have too many trips planned, a handful of small opportunities that lead to bigger ideas, ambitious recipes to be cooked, and a back burner list of  to-do’s to complete.

Therefore, I decided to restart the book A New Earth and I appreciate it more now than when I attempted it a measly three years ago.  I am absorbing the new mantra of the now and seeing that it is all we have.  It’s an amazing book and, truthfully, a difficult one to read.  A few years ago, I had read some parts of it and found it a bit challenging, but, maybe, I wasn’t there…

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The Comedy of Being Lackadaisical

Its been a minute since I last blogged.  I had too many pots on the stove and I just took a summer hiatus.  June brought an educational seminar in Portland, Oregon which was beautiful.  There, I acquired a new friend.  I skipped most of the seminar to walk the streets, take a bike tour of the waterfalls and drink Willamette Pinot Noir.

July was Puerto Rico.  My vacation companion witnessed a new side of me while traveling.  P.R. displayed my chilled and let it be side.  Islands do that to me. They allow me to be this free, relaxed person.  I am usually detailed oriented, exacting and time burdened.  Islands release these things from me.  Plus, we got to dine with a older Guatemalan gentlemen.  We occasionally still text.  He lives on the other side of the country. I think he’s nervous to call me.  I say this only because he asked permission to call me and still hasn’t done so.  I’m ok with it.

August brought a venture into taking acting classes and chick that ate my dinner at a happy hour.  We both were invited to the happy hour and I was sitting by her and after I offered up my meal leftovers, she housed the entire plate down to the garnish.  Either this chick is crazy or I really like her.  It ended up being the latter.  The next three weekends she invaded my life.  I did extend invites but little did I know that she felt quite free to cross my boundary lines.  I only could laugh since it was done with warmth and humor.  A lightening of friendship surged and I’m ok with it.

I went home to my university stomping grounds two weeks ago to visit friends that are family.  Realizing these people are better than my family (its true), we also all know we are each other’s people.  Meaning that this life is going fast.  Some of them crossed the forty threshold and others are on their way.  This aging thing kinda blows.  I also had to let go a long time friend.  It’s also a sense of relief.  She also lent her hammer to the last nail and de-friended me on facebook.  Firstly, I’ve only had an account for ten months and secondly, you cannot live in the same town as me to be my friend on facebook ( a few exceptions doe those nimrods know only how to function through fb).  Anyway, if you live in town with me then call me up and hang out but in the meantime you don’t need to know what all I’m doing.

Yes, I’m that person.

Anyway, it was my first de-friending.  I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a system error. I just don’t have the time nor energy to look into it.  My generation is pretty good and communicate with actual vocal words, yet, ironically the least tech savvy of my friends used fb to disintegrate a friendship.  And I don”t want to know why. Anymore.  And I’m ok with that.

What I am not ok with is married men not wearing their rings.  So, I was flying back home and noticed a tall and cute guy dressed in his shirt, tie and dress slacks.  I enjoy traveling on weekdays just to see all the business people.  The men, especially, in their proper suiting, ties, etc…mmm that’s a thing of beauty.  I digress.

Well, why not?  I start up a conversation with this bloke and get through security.  We both are still waiting for our things to get through X-ray and here I notice there is not a wedding band.  We seem to be vibing.  It seemed like both off us didn’t want the moment to end so he asked me what gate I was.  I tell him.  It’s the same gate as him but this can’t be since we are going in opposite directions.  So, we check the gate posting and it is.

Keep in mind, I find the airport a bit calming and stressless plus I’m on vacation.  We walk along together but at his pace since he’s stressed. We arrive at the gate and he finds out his flight was just moved to the next gate nearby.  I sit down and he comes over. But, he’s too amped up and announces that he needs a drink.  We both have a flight in fifty minutes, four minutes apart.  So, we sit. He orders some Kentucky bourbon thingy and, of course, mine is pinot noir.  He chats and I tell him what I do. (medical).  He offers up pics of his seven month old kid. I am now in my head doing the math but it makes no sense.  Unless he just knocked up some random and now has a kid….  He’s going on about work, travel and then the key sentence ‘My wife and her family….’ uh-uh-uh something. Then overhead paging muffle muffle…my name….shit..’thats me!’.  Now, I’m stressed and small, cute running down five gates.  Pinot Noir remains.

I get on the plane and find my seat.  A man with a walkie talkie approaches me and asks the walkie talkie who’s in seat 15B. Walkie talkie replies ‘It’s a long one’.  It’s my name and I nod and say its me. Then somebody (assuming it’s the flight attendant) yells, ‘No one is in seat 15A’.   The guy next to me calls out, ‘I’m in 15A’.  Something, something.  I turn to the guy and ask ‘Is this flight going to Denver?!!  That’s all I want to know.’  He laughs and tells me ‘yes’.  At least, he’s wearing his wedding ring.

Fast friends this summer:

The Funny of Flipping Out

This was a slow and trying week at work.  I am lucky enough to run four to six straight weeks of work before I need to take a day off. I get meaner, apathetic.  I get on that on ramp and see as how Dave puts it, ants marching.  This week went long since it was a three day weekend and time knows us. Time slows down purposely because it knows I need this.  Lucky me, I made it through Friday and left early. It takes me about thirty minutes to get home without any delays. I commute in the opposite direction of the traffic but I still have my fair share of knuckleheads.  And it you ever been over to this edge of the woods, it is filled with F-number, number number trucks. 150-350 trucks coming up behind you like a man in prison or stays in the fast lane because ‘we got big trucks and you can’t move us’.  I digress. Unfortunately, this week a fireman died. I don’t know the full story and I am all for honoring these women and men that serve our society because we are nuts.  However, I am not for shutting down an entire exit on a freeway on a long holiday weekend, during Friday rush hour and diverting traffic and causing stop-start interludes. Who would think this was safe?  Hundreds of people are driving and then you single file line them up to an exit.  Mind you, rush hour, its rush hour for freakin’ sake.  Is the slain benefiting from this? How is this an honor to potentially cause fender benders, delay people’s time, waste their gas, and increase emissions.  Additionally, a set of fire trucks lined themselves on the median between the on ramp and flow of traffic and they stood outside their trucks.  And, of course, people slowed down here which causes further distractions.

Like I said, no disrespect but in the name of Spock, the needs of many outweigh the needs of the few.

That being said, I accepted it. Figured, I will enjoy some music on the way home.  However, I was only Zen until I was at Victoria’s Secret to get a bachelorette gift for a third tier friend. My good friend and I were there to go in on a gift.  I figured to use VS’s coupon for a pair of free undies. They are very particular about this free offer so I made sure to pick up two different types hoping one would qualify. When I was at the counter, she was going to give to me one of them that I brought up but I forced the clarification. She then stated it has to be exactly the one that is pictured on the coupon, exactly having a lace trim on top.  I ventured back to the disheveled table and reviewed the back of the coupon. It clearly states ‘free..any color’.  It does not specify the type. I went back to the counter and read this to her and she looks and me and says ‘yeah’ and I read it again for her GED holding  dumbass.  She then explains it has to have the lace trim on top and can be of any color of that one.  I didn’t acknowledge and turned away and went to find my friend.

My friend was not to be found as I went all around the store, outside the store then back to the back of the store to find her shopping in the corner.  She says ‘hey, you seen these bathing suits?”.  I start going off.  I am tearing up the coupon and winging it all over the floor and doling out insults to the idiocracy of this woman and announce that ‘I’m done’.  And a true friend my friend is, she put down the bathing suit and follows my command.  The same sales girl comes running around the corner. Who knows if she heard my rant.  She offers to help me and I tell her no. She asks if I am sure….  She has no idea how sure I am?  There’s a devil’s voice that resides in me and only a few have heard it.  I stop and turn my head (yes, like the exorcist) and that low dropped voice slices through the air delivering sharp, concise bloody words of  “I’ve looked over there twice now and I dont want it. That area is a mess!”

It wasn’t clever, it wasn’t insulting nor filled with profanity. However, tone can make all the difference. Luckily, my good friend was there later to laugh at me about it all.  I never flip out. But, she knew it was time for us to go.  I had set the veto down.

My Friday was indeed exciting.  I was herded off the freeway but for a good reason; I lost my cool in a lingerie store and I had a good friend to laugh with me about it over a nice glass of wine.  That may not be the pretty stuff but its the stuff of life.

Working Hard To Nap

Why don’t we have siestas?  Or close early once in awhile?  Why has Mexico, Italy and other countries realized the benefit of a little gold nugget called sleep?

I use to feel guilty if I was sleepy at work. Its been ingrained to go, go, go. When in college, I use to break at the dorm for lunch and a quick power nap, not realizing the great benefit it was providing.  Apparently, they look down on this at work. But, do they? They don’t know what I’m doing when I shut my office door.  I could be praying, reading, picking my nose or laying on the floor naked.  However, I rather nap since this benefits me the best.  I’ve found that if I work efficiently and get my stuff done before lunch then I can take a nap.  It’s my hour. Trust me, I never have the whole hour.  But if I get that mere fifteen minutes of mind rest, it’s  amazing how much my energy level is lifted.  Now, only if corporate America would be open to the idea of shut eye break time.  

Making it Rain Lucky

My week was heart filled.  I am lucky to have friends that love baseball’s spring training. I am very lucky to have friends who live all over the country. I am lucky to know kids. I am lucky to have an impromptu cultural dance occur on a random day out.

As we were having a drink at the bar in the casino, my friend and I walked over to a large, open atrium and suddenly was given a beautiful dance by Native Americans. Through the large glass we saw a spectacle of hoops intertwined between loops and legs of a fit fifteen year old. Unfortunately, we could not here the music accompanied with it. However, the inside bar provided nice jazz which freakishly matched the moves of our prodigy hoop slayer.  Then the chief. The chief appeared. Only if I could hear the bellowing words and foot stomps to feed the energy.

I am truly lucky to live in a time and place where I can go to a baseball game, see a Native American dance, visit a friend and buy his art and then get to two appetizers for for appetizer and entree.  As Ice Cube would say, It was a Good Day.


I Heart a 3 year old

I took the rose the florist was giving away since Valentine’s day was tomorrow and I would not otherwise get any. So Valentine’s day came and went silently this year. Usually I am ,inadvertently, out of the country during this Hallmark designed holiday. Its not a holiday unless I am off work. Work went well and I was able to smell the roses of my front office worker. I’m not a V-day hater. I smelled them twice. You know why? Because they didn’t have a scent. That’s right. A dozen roses looking regal and scentless. Who knows how much the hubby spent on them. Cupid’s presence was tethered. Maybe it was just that I wasn’t around any couples at that moment.
The next day passed plainly with a pop of funny at the Louis CK show. Saturday, I restarted my running routine after sleeping in and eating five bowls of cereal. Nonetheless, back on track to my so-called healthy lifestyle splintered with the occasional cake piece, bags of cheez-its and the thin mints I tried hard not to buy.
My mailman must hate me or finds me humorous. He’s kind enough not to send my mail back to the post office when the delinquent recipient, i.e., me, does not pick up the mail for 10 day sabbaticals. He must know I hate getting the mail. Weirdly, he would be the only to know. Then, he also must know that I had a Valentine.
I was not in any particular mood, however, I had a glint of what was to come. My friend emailed me and informed me of my card. Although he ruined the surprise, I was still giddy. I was informed my admirer chose to send my card above all others. These others were grandparents, aunts, cousins, uncles. This admirer wanted to make sure I was her Valentine. My haste was reserved to feel the moment, to let the expected remain unexpected, to let the surprise warm me. With a sharp slither under the envelope seal, I met my admirer.  photo

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Tim Berners-Lee was originally in the office on the right (with the below sign on it) and then moved to the one on the left with the world’s first web server, at CERN in Switzerland / France (technically on the French side).

There’s no marking or anything on the doors, and they’re just used as normal offices by CERN. The people inside looked confused we were so excited to be there and taking pictures. 🙂

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