I recently ran into a man fellow that I went out with a couple of times a few years ago. He's cute, he's normal, we connected, and he's a doctor. We did the congenial how to do's, caught up on our lives and then he said this.
"You are one of the most available woman I've ever met."
Really? What does that mean? While I can't put my finger on his exact intention I somehow already feel and know this about myself. I could be dating three guys at the same time, rotating the guard frequently and yet still not have a Valentines date come February.
The best way to describe myself would be to say I'm "socially special" (this is me being politically correct and not referring to my singleness as a handicap, disablement or retardedness in dating). Wooing a man takes skills and apparently I don't have them. Another friend affirmed my lack of flirting as the main culprit. He said I don't send flirty texts or a dirty sexts and that is what the modern man responds to. I know what flirting is but it's just not natural for me. It's either so over the top which I decipher as witty banter, or the pendulum has swung and I can't think of anything intelligent to do or say to demonstrate I like a man. Again, I'm "socially special" (don't forget the air quotes.....it leaves it up to ones own intellect to determine the meaning just like I filled in the blank with this single mans comment to me).
I believe that weaknesses can become strengths. In doing so I must first identity the weakness. Check. Then I must practice and after 10,000 hours I will have become an expert. That's a hell of a lot of flirting for someone innately without this quality. If I were to flirt 8 hours a day for 50 weeks a year (two years off for vacation) it would take me 1825 days or more than 5 years to accomplish this feat. I'd like to at least have my dance card full before the end of the decade and realistically, flirting 8 hours a day could really put a damper on my financial situation unless I switched to the oldest profession in history.
While practice makes perfect is this something to solicit others to help me in or even prayer for? Dear God, please give me opportunities to flirt....qualifier....with the opposite sex....qualifier....who are single.....qualifier.....who are good looking....qualifier....who treat me right......qualifier......he could be rich....qualifier....who I can love wholeheartedly to be able to endlessly flirt with. That's a lot to ask the man upstairs for when the world has more serious problems.
Basically, my goal at the end of the day is simple. I want to have no plans for the weekend but know who I'll be spending the weekend with. I want to become unavailable. Is that too much to ask for? How do I do it?
October 06, 2013
August 29, 2013
Hair today......Gone tomorrow
I really thought gray hair around the temples was just for men. It's one of the first places we women notice about the opposite sex detailing their age, and often times even upping their desirability. After all isn't this feature what made George Clooney a better candidate for the sexiest man alive? He wasn't even on the radar during his Facts of Life days. Doesn't a man look more distinguished in this case, with wisdom ever declaring itself so casually? Even my older brother doesn't appear his age at 44, despite his salt and pepper state. But the long and lean fiber, extended from under my sunglasses doesn't make me feel more distinguished when I notice it, but rather much less desirable as a woman. I know that if I pulled it twenty would appear over night in its place. Wait...maybe it is a sign of wisdom and experience.
It is one of many signs that age is creeping in. Maybe I'm feeling a little down as my morning run was interrupted by knee pain inhibiting completion of a wimpy three miles. I'm starting to feel that the paperwork for social security and medicare is on tomorrow's to do list. Yet I wonder why I'm fighting it. Why can't I own my gray hair, my crows feet or for that matter the extra 10 lbs that endlessly lingers? Why aren't my thirties the best years of my life? Why am I not living life to the fullest and grateful for the attributes and signs proving I've lived another day on God's green earth?
More than likely these signs are the constant reminder that I'm single and the preponderance of gray only adds to the anxiety of adding yet another item to the monthly budget. It'a the reminder that I should always look my best (Never leave the house in curlers!) because I never know when I could run into Mr. Right and that he might visualize one of these gray hairs and cast judgement upon it for bedding itself down with a washed up old hag.
Too critical? Maybe, but do not confuse my rant with gray hair not being beautiful. We all know beautiful gray haired women. But for me, they just stress me out. I begin to wonder if the best and healthiest years of my life may just as well be behind me. I begin to worry that I've already grown old without the love of my life. Does anybody else feel the same? Am I starting to experience a mid-life crisis? Do I need to go out and find a hot man and buy me that dream car without passing go?
and if you were wondering. I pulled the hair. At least for my lunch date today. The consequence may come tomorrow but I'll pretend I didn't notice and feel better today.
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| Man or woman? Think Jamie Lee Curtis |
It is one of many signs that age is creeping in. Maybe I'm feeling a little down as my morning run was interrupted by knee pain inhibiting completion of a wimpy three miles. I'm starting to feel that the paperwork for social security and medicare is on tomorrow's to do list. Yet I wonder why I'm fighting it. Why can't I own my gray hair, my crows feet or for that matter the extra 10 lbs that endlessly lingers? Why aren't my thirties the best years of my life? Why am I not living life to the fullest and grateful for the attributes and signs proving I've lived another day on God's green earth?
More than likely these signs are the constant reminder that I'm single and the preponderance of gray only adds to the anxiety of adding yet another item to the monthly budget. It'a the reminder that I should always look my best (Never leave the house in curlers!) because I never know when I could run into Mr. Right and that he might visualize one of these gray hairs and cast judgement upon it for bedding itself down with a washed up old hag.
Too critical? Maybe, but do not confuse my rant with gray hair not being beautiful. We all know beautiful gray haired women. But for me, they just stress me out. I begin to wonder if the best and healthiest years of my life may just as well be behind me. I begin to worry that I've already grown old without the love of my life. Does anybody else feel the same? Am I starting to experience a mid-life crisis? Do I need to go out and find a hot man and buy me that dream car without passing go?
YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!
(that must be my mother talking from the grave).
and if you were wondering. I pulled the hair. At least for my lunch date today. The consequence may come tomorrow but I'll pretend I didn't notice and feel better today.
August 21, 2013
Mile One
On Saturday, I headed out for my morning run. A paved running trails lays behind my house bordering a nature preserve making motivation innate on such beautiful mornings. Rows of porches line the pathway and the aroma of coffee permeates as individuals rejuvenate and watch the sun blaze up from the horizon. A casual nod or hello is standard as runners and bikers are commonplace on the trail, but most individuals aren't distracted from the peacefulness that is easily breathed in with the morning light.
As I ran, the first neighbor I encountered started clapping as I passed. He must have known the temptation I endured to sleep in even longer that day than I did. His small acknowledgement encouraged me none the less further down the pathway. A quarter of a mile later, another individual cheered me on with "looking good" comments. This salutation admittingly made me run just a little bit stronger as I past. A handful of houses down, an octogenarian stood exuberantly offering to spray me down with a hose. I giggled and waved him off assertively with my hands. Did I look that bad or was he the nicest man to ever water fight? It took me a microsecond when the next passerby retorted that I was "almost there" that made me realize I must be on a running course. Sure enough with one glance behind me, numbered bibs dotted the pathway sporadically. The pressure suddenly mounted to run with more vigor than before. Shortly, I came upon a sign that read mile 26, Park City Marathon. I certainly hope I was looking good at mile 1. The closer I came to completion of the course the more exclamation of joyous hoorays I heard and I knew such triumph should be saved for the true competitors and I quickly wondered off course before the finish line.
After I finished my much shorter run, I returned to the trail behind my house. I watched the many competitors pass and observed how their eyes lit with the slightest acknowledgement of their feat. Some looked strong while others seemed to be longing for another moment in time. I imagined the old man right around the corner and how his unique gift must bring the must needed relief and gratitude as faces were cooled and distracted in these last final steps of the competition. My experience running the course made me ponder about the journey we call life and the comparison between the two. Didn't you know this was coming? Wouldn't it be nice if we received the encouraging word throughout our day, despite each of our journeys being different? How much stronger would we be if we knew onlookers were routing for us to succeed? On days, like mile 19, when we hit the wall and feel as if we cannot give another ounce of energy to our tasks, to only have someone give us a cup of water or exclaim with enthusiasm that we ourselves lacked, that we can indeed do it!
These words of encouragement are needed more often throughout our lives to help us retain and regain our strength when needed. Whether it be from family, friends or even the complete stranger rejoicing and acknowledging our accomplishments. The world would be a much easierrace place. Running a marathon without support would be even more grueling but yet our lives are far longer than just the 26 miles I am referring to and much more encompassed with hurdles and obstacles along the way. How often do we feel that we just can't go another step?
I am committed to cheer and rejoice with others, especially those I may not know of their current route along the course. You never know when a smile, a kind word or even a hose down can help another through a moment of doubt or troubled time. Who do you know who needs just an extra bit of encouragement to continue on the path? What do you know about the people in your life and what they are currently dealing with? Who will you come in contact with today that needs that kind word? Who can you cheer on today?
....... all because of a Saturday morning run, and the fresh air that freed and inspired my mind for good.
As I ran, the first neighbor I encountered started clapping as I passed. He must have known the temptation I endured to sleep in even longer that day than I did. His small acknowledgement encouraged me none the less further down the pathway. A quarter of a mile later, another individual cheered me on with "looking good" comments. This salutation admittingly made me run just a little bit stronger as I past. A handful of houses down, an octogenarian stood exuberantly offering to spray me down with a hose. I giggled and waved him off assertively with my hands. Did I look that bad or was he the nicest man to ever water fight? It took me a microsecond when the next passerby retorted that I was "almost there" that made me realize I must be on a running course. Sure enough with one glance behind me, numbered bibs dotted the pathway sporadically. The pressure suddenly mounted to run with more vigor than before. Shortly, I came upon a sign that read mile 26, Park City Marathon. I certainly hope I was looking good at mile 1. The closer I came to completion of the course the more exclamation of joyous hoorays I heard and I knew such triumph should be saved for the true competitors and I quickly wondered off course before the finish line.
After I finished my much shorter run, I returned to the trail behind my house. I watched the many competitors pass and observed how their eyes lit with the slightest acknowledgement of their feat. Some looked strong while others seemed to be longing for another moment in time. I imagined the old man right around the corner and how his unique gift must bring the must needed relief and gratitude as faces were cooled and distracted in these last final steps of the competition. My experience running the course made me ponder about the journey we call life and the comparison between the two. Didn't you know this was coming? Wouldn't it be nice if we received the encouraging word throughout our day, despite each of our journeys being different? How much stronger would we be if we knew onlookers were routing for us to succeed? On days, like mile 19, when we hit the wall and feel as if we cannot give another ounce of energy to our tasks, to only have someone give us a cup of water or exclaim with enthusiasm that we ourselves lacked, that we can indeed do it!
These words of encouragement are needed more often throughout our lives to help us retain and regain our strength when needed. Whether it be from family, friends or even the complete stranger rejoicing and acknowledging our accomplishments. The world would be a much easier
I am committed to cheer and rejoice with others, especially those I may not know of their current route along the course. You never know when a smile, a kind word or even a hose down can help another through a moment of doubt or troubled time. Who do you know who needs just an extra bit of encouragement to continue on the path? What do you know about the people in your life and what they are currently dealing with? Who will you come in contact with today that needs that kind word? Who can you cheer on today?
....... all because of a Saturday morning run, and the fresh air that freed and inspired my mind for good.
June 10, 2013
Never stop pursuing your dreams!
Sometimes Monday mornings are hard. Especially after an eventful fun weekend that you never want to end.
This is a story about a family that has overcome more than just a Monday morning and what some may think of as an insurmountable obstacle. I am not a current apple user but want to support this man's creed that he has no limitations in continuing his dream. Something that I need to be reminded of daily.
Please watch and share if you feel inclined.
This is a story about a family that has overcome more than just a Monday morning and what some may think of as an insurmountable obstacle. I am not a current apple user but want to support this man's creed that he has no limitations in continuing his dream. Something that I need to be reminded of daily.
Please watch and share if you feel inclined.
June 06, 2013
Getting Wild
A handful of years ago, my husband and I decided to get a divorce. The sadness I felt was unimaginable and I was paralyzed with grief. I knew I needed to find purpose in my life as getting out of bed was a treacherous chore. In typical Dori fashion I decided that only an excursion along the Pacific Crest Trail would do. From the Mexicali border all the way to Washington state in the north, I would find a new purpose, with new dreams to conquer in every step of the way. I spent hours researching the needed resources and presented my plans,convincing friends to journey with me on different legs of the trip. It would take all 2500+ miles to come to peace and close the door on my shattered reality.
I remember sitting at lunch with my brother as the first thoughts of doubt began to creep in. He and his friend heckled the idea of trekking with me across the Mohave desert and presented the absurdities of my trip. For goodness sake I was serious!! I then learned of two girls killed in Oregon while hiking along the trail, then another. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all and the guidebook and paper trail of notes remain on a shelf to this day.
Recently, while strolling through a store, a byline from a book elevated itself from its cover. From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. It is about a woman whose mother had died, had gotten divorced and impulsively decided to hike the Pacific Crest Trail. Cheryl Strayed had wrote my book! An Oprah book club selection, a New York times bestseller and stealing the words right off the cover, "a literary and human triumph." How would I resist reading the book I'd never again have the opportunity to write.
It's easy to place myself in her shoes as she shares her experiences. The candor of her writing is admirable and sometimes startling as the story unfolds. Wild is a memoir of one woman's amazing journey not only along the PCT, but through her life at the time and the needed journey to redemption. I have laughed, I have cried and I have cringed as she used the 'F' word yet again in her writing. She shares intimate details of her broken life and her journey along the trail. It's exactly what I wanted to do years ago,but didn't.
It's easy to ponder the path my life would have taken if I too had decided to hike the Pacific Crest Trail those many years ago. I would have healed much faster. I would have overcome the pain sooner.... And I never would have ended up pregnant staring divorce in the face prolonging the inevitable painful decision. (The scariest thing I've yet to experience.) Cheryl and I have many remarkable similarities within our stories but many differences abound. One being that of the decision we both made that ultimately helped me overcome the sadness I did feel without ever hiking the trail. The opportunity that instantly gave me purpose and the reason to get out of bed. The journey that would lead me well beyond 2500 miles and give me purpose for more than the expected 18 years.
Go an get Wild. It is indeed "a literary and human triumph" that may just inspire you to do things you never imagined you could.
I remember sitting at lunch with my brother as the first thoughts of doubt began to creep in. He and his friend heckled the idea of trekking with me across the Mohave desert and presented the absurdities of my trip. For goodness sake I was serious!! I then learned of two girls killed in Oregon while hiking along the trail, then another. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all and the guidebook and paper trail of notes remain on a shelf to this day.
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| $9.99 on amazon |
It's easy to place myself in her shoes as she shares her experiences. The candor of her writing is admirable and sometimes startling as the story unfolds. Wild is a memoir of one woman's amazing journey not only along the PCT, but through her life at the time and the needed journey to redemption. I have laughed, I have cried and I have cringed as she used the 'F' word yet again in her writing. She shares intimate details of her broken life and her journey along the trail. It's exactly what I wanted to do years ago,but didn't.
It's easy to ponder the path my life would have taken if I too had decided to hike the Pacific Crest Trail those many years ago. I would have healed much faster. I would have overcome the pain sooner.... And I never would have ended up pregnant staring divorce in the face prolonging the inevitable painful decision. (The scariest thing I've yet to experience.) Cheryl and I have many remarkable similarities within our stories but many differences abound. One being that of the decision we both made that ultimately helped me overcome the sadness I did feel without ever hiking the trail. The opportunity that instantly gave me purpose and the reason to get out of bed. The journey that would lead me well beyond 2500 miles and give me purpose for more than the expected 18 years.
Go an get Wild. It is indeed "a literary and human triumph" that may just inspire you to do things you never imagined you could.
June 04, 2013
Pass the cream please
A few years ago I bought a linen couch. It's semi-wonderful, almost beautiful, not quite what I was dreaming of, but appealed to a friends advice on the reality of living with a two year old at the time. It's darker than I had wanted intentionally avoiding the residue of little fingers, sippy cup spills, and sneaker prints. The wisdom of that decision arises as I seemingly clean the darker taupe linen several times a year mumbling threats of microfiber to save my sanity. However I still am envious when I see beautiful cream colored upholstery. At what period in life is owning such beautiful pieces appropriate for every day living? Yes, I'm still dreaming of the couch I didn't buy. The sweet and sour practicality of life decisions.
What bittersweet decisions have you made that were regrettable? The ex-husband is the given.
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| Juxtaposition Home - Newport Beach |
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| A shelter island home featured off Remodelista. Dual seated upholstery from Ochre Home. |
June 03, 2013
Should it stay or should it go now
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| Vintage Stove |
...and it's yet another possession that remains in storage.
I've been keeping it for years, waiting to find a house worthy enough for such a permanent fixture. It's an investment because it has yet to be renovated. It's a steal because it was free. However it hasn't happened yet and I'm at another decision making crossroads and need to decide its long term fate. I want to simplify my life.
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| Possibility of forementioned Vintage Stove |
What are your thoughts? I'm not good with decisions. Should it stay or should it go?
May 07, 2013
Awareness
It is the 7th of May. There are 24 more days of the month. There are only 15 more hours until I go to bed.
This is the voice of an addict. After months of contemplation, anxiety and fear, am taking one day at a time.
I gave up refined sugar. And all goodness that goes with it. It may be easy for some but I have a long history. One I'll save for another day.
It's about health, about control, and unwanted pounds.
...and I'm struggling. Exclamation!!! I am a a crazy lady. Even more so than normal.
It's been 7 days. I have 24 days left to go. There are only 15 more hours until I go to bed.
Until it starts all over again.
P.S. I had a diet pepsi (thanks to the Costco food court....and the switch). I don't normally drink soda but it was divine. I feel as if I cheated. Any thoughts? Maybe my sponsor could be DDP. As unhealthy as I know soda is but it might just get me through. The mental hurdle is the first step to recovery.
This is the voice of an addict. After months of contemplation, anxiety and fear, am taking one day at a time.I gave up refined sugar. And all goodness that goes with it. It may be easy for some but I have a long history. One I'll save for another day.
It's about health, about control, and unwanted pounds.
...and I'm struggling. Exclamation!!! I am a a crazy lady. Even more so than normal.
It's been 7 days. I have 24 days left to go. There are only 15 more hours until I go to bed.
Until it starts all over again.
P.S. I had a diet pepsi (thanks to the Costco food court....and the switch). I don't normally drink soda but it was divine. I feel as if I cheated. Any thoughts? Maybe my sponsor could be DDP. As unhealthy as I know soda is but it might just get me through. The mental hurdle is the first step to recovery.
April 29, 2013
Bad nights make for horrible looking mornings
It's definitely not the way you want to start a Monday morning, the new week, or even the carpool to the elementary school. Is there anything worse than waking up and seeing puffy eyes? It's the inescapable feeling that you have aged 7 years in one night. This morning I look like I drink like a fish! But I don't drink and can't blame the calming effects of red wine from the previous nights evening. However I can blame it on a bad night. One filled with sorrow, a tad bit of anger, a rekindled friendship, and salty tears that diffuse straight back into my dehydrated body when they flow.
Fortunately the beauty of life is that we do have the opportunity to change the day. It may be hard but finding the wind for our sails takes looking for it as diligently as possible. With less energy than planned and looking like an extra on a horror flick, here is what I found helped me this morning.
......and if those don't work than go purchase these Kate Spade oversized sunglasses to hide a little bit of the bad morning that you may be having. They are my new item I'm coveting. After all, the beauty of life is the opportunity for change and these rose colored glasses may be just what is needed to improve your outlook.
Fortunately the beauty of life is that we do have the opportunity to change the day. It may be hard but finding the wind for our sails takes looking for it as diligently as possible. With less energy than planned and looking like an extra on a horror flick, here is what I found helped me this morning.
- Laughter - Isn't this always the best medicine? A sincere chuckle and the stress releasing hormones that the brain releases really lightens your mood. Even if it requires laughing at yourself. I found myself laughing at a somewhat stupid reference to the old TV show My three sons during an episode of This American Life on my morning
runwalkmosey. I immediately felt better and clarity reigned for a whole two seconds. - Load up - On a great breakfast. One resulting in brain power and energy. Whole grains or peanut butter or a awesome protein shake would be totally appropriate. It will help balance what you may be missing......and if that doesn't work than caffeinate or sugar load. It will at least get you through the morning feeling better albeit temporarily.
- Fight on! (that's in honor of my niece who was just accepted her full ride scholarship to USC.) Keep with your schedule, exercise despite what you feel, conquer the world and don't forget to take a hot shower. Singing loud to a Carpenters song never hurt either. Don't let this rainy day or Monday get you down.
......and if those don't work than go purchase these Kate Spade oversized sunglasses to hide a little bit of the bad morning that you may be having. They are my new item I'm coveting. After all, the beauty of life is the opportunity for change and these rose colored glasses may be just what is needed to improve your outlook.
April 26, 2013
Don't get me started
A couple of days ago I was hot. So hot you could see steam rising and hear the sizzle.
Hot under the collar.
I ranted and raged to the person next to me, confirming to them that I was indeed a crazy person. I'm usually not vocally opinionated about cliche phrases and words of political correctness, but maybe my situation as of late (tax season) has made me a little more sensitive to the situation. It may be old news but I needed two days to just cool off to finally address the comment.
In an interview, Michelle Obama compared herself to a single mom. She corrected herself and reworded......that she was as 'busy' as a single mom. No harm done, I think we can understand that sometimes we say things by accident in the moment. Then Obama, son of a single mother, stepped his foot in it when he reiterated the praise and chuckled.
But then again, I guess he had grandparents to help out......and the luxuries of government assistance.
Obama: Michelle has often been like a single mother
http://www.usatoday.com/story/theoval/2013/04/24/obama-michelle-today-interview-single-mother/2108957/
I'm a single mom and that is different than being a working mom. Do I need to repeat that? I don't want to say that both don't have many of the same struggles. The guilt of dividing your time, the constant pull in different directions, inadequacies of not quite being 100% present in either role. The list could go on and on in comparing the similarities between the two. But do people really understand the differences? Do people really even care?
Has Michelle Obama ever wondered how food would be put on the table? Has she ever pushed a sick child into day care because she couldn't afford to take a day off work? Again, the list could go on and on.
I'm not on welfare. I fortunately make too much money to qualify but unfortunately too little to give my son the life he deserves. So I continue working, as hard as I can. And stressing. And losing sleep. And never seeming to get ahead in the world. With no support from others and nobody there at the end of the day.
While my hat is off to every working mother it is also off to stay at home mothers. We have unique rolls in this world and the joys of motherhood can fuel us to do things we never thought possible. My hat even goes off to Michelle Obama and I have deep respect for her in her role. I can even imagine being the wife of a president and what that must be like. That is definitely not an easy job.
However as the old adage goes. Never judge another man without walking in their shoes. Especially the single mothers of the world.
Hot under the collar.
I ranted and raged to the person next to me, confirming to them that I was indeed a crazy person. I'm usually not vocally opinionated about cliche phrases and words of political correctness, but maybe my situation as of late (tax season) has made me a little more sensitive to the situation. It may be old news but I needed two days to just cool off to finally address the comment.
In an interview, Michelle Obama compared herself to a single mom. She corrected herself and reworded......that she was as 'busy' as a single mom. No harm done, I think we can understand that sometimes we say things by accident in the moment. Then Obama, son of a single mother, stepped his foot in it when he reiterated the praise and chuckled.
But then again, I guess he had grandparents to help out......and the luxuries of government assistance.
Obama: Michelle has often been like a single mother
http://www.usatoday.com/story/theoval/2013/04/24/obama-michelle-today-interview-single-mother/2108957/
I'm a single mom and that is different than being a working mom. Do I need to repeat that? I don't want to say that both don't have many of the same struggles. The guilt of dividing your time, the constant pull in different directions, inadequacies of not quite being 100% present in either role. The list could go on and on in comparing the similarities between the two. But do people really understand the differences? Do people really even care?
Has Michelle Obama ever wondered how food would be put on the table? Has she ever pushed a sick child into day care because she couldn't afford to take a day off work? Again, the list could go on and on.
I'm not on welfare. I fortunately make too much money to qualify but unfortunately too little to give my son the life he deserves. So I continue working, as hard as I can. And stressing. And losing sleep. And never seeming to get ahead in the world. With no support from others and nobody there at the end of the day.
While my hat is off to every working mother it is also off to stay at home mothers. We have unique rolls in this world and the joys of motherhood can fuel us to do things we never thought possible. My hat even goes off to Michelle Obama and I have deep respect for her in her role. I can even imagine being the wife of a president and what that must be like. That is definitely not an easy job.
However as the old adage goes. Never judge another man without walking in their shoes. Especially the single mothers of the world.
April 22, 2013
My face is as red as the Pinterest icon
I'm single. Therefore I google.
Have I said that before? It sounds very familiar. But it's still true.
I know that other people who are single, google as well. (Yes Google I'm using you as a verb.) That has recently been confirmed to me from a single man. A single man, who in fact googled me.
And he found it. The something I've been dreading. The something that comes up immediately upon a name search....on the first page. And the worst thing about it. It's a video. A video completely inappropriate for viewing. At least in my minds eye. Because it's embarrassing. And probably the cause of me still being single......and forced to change my name.
And if getting over that embarrassment wasn't enough....
I also have Pinterest to thank. Didn't I once blog about how Pinterest was an answer to prayer? Maybe a revision is necessary. And this is fresh.....as in less than 24 hours fresh . My cheeks are still cooling off. Imagine my horror when I'm scrolling down Pinterest seeing beautiful design, recipes, quotes, feeling all warm and fuzzy and than BOOM!!! A picture of myself. What? Where? Who? Expletive inserted here! Not only that...but it's the worst picture of all time. Even my brother admitted it. He thinks its hilarious. That's the last time I do him a favor. My face is as red as the Pinterest icon. Maybe the video from google isn't that embarrassing after all.
I never thought of myself as a girl who gets around. But I'm rethinking about that in today's world.
P.S. Advice to the single man. Keep your stalking to yourself. It just makes you all that less creepy. It's the unspoken secret within the single world. We must save face. Google is a tool, not a megaphone!
Have I said that before? It sounds very familiar. But it's still true.
I know that other people who are single, google as well. (Yes Google I'm using you as a verb.) That has recently been confirmed to me from a single man. A single man, who in fact googled me.
And he found it. The something I've been dreading. The something that comes up immediately upon a name search....on the first page. And the worst thing about it. It's a video. A video completely inappropriate for viewing. At least in my minds eye. Because it's embarrassing. And probably the cause of me still being single......and forced to change my name.
And if getting over that embarrassment wasn't enough....I also have Pinterest to thank. Didn't I once blog about how Pinterest was an answer to prayer? Maybe a revision is necessary. And this is fresh.....as in less than 24 hours fresh . My cheeks are still cooling off. Imagine my horror when I'm scrolling down Pinterest seeing beautiful design, recipes, quotes, feeling all warm and fuzzy and than BOOM!!! A picture of myself. What? Where? Who? Expletive inserted here! Not only that...but it's the worst picture of all time. Even my brother admitted it. He thinks its hilarious. That's the last time I do him a favor. My face is as red as the Pinterest icon. Maybe the video from google isn't that embarrassing after all.
I never thought of myself as a girl who gets around. But I'm rethinking about that in today's world.
P.S. Advice to the single man. Keep your stalking to yourself. It just makes you all that less creepy. It's the unspoken secret within the single world. We must save face. Google is a tool, not a megaphone!
March 07, 2013
Hello I love you!
My niece spoke in church the other day. I had the awesome opportunity and privilege to be there. She started matter of fact just as any unpretentiously confident 14 year old would. "A man named Jim Morrison once said.........." I perked up. Maybe church wouldn't be as dry today after all. I smiled as I was filled with pride she was quoting a legendary musical figure. I chuckled because she had absolutely no idea who she was talking about.
I realize that we're living in a new age, the millennial dawn of 2013. The Doors made hits in the late 1960's. I too came around after that. However while my niece is listening to the manufactured bebop of One Direction (Zoom and I listen to them all the time and we think you're beautiful) there is a whole other world of music out there. I'm not a music junkie that has an LP collection or can even recite lyrics, but I do appreciate good rock and roll, classic jazz, and unduplicatable soul. I appreciate the diversity of the times from one generation to the next. They bring the history of these times into relevance. You're reminded of experiences and lessons long forgotten and place us in another dimension (no psychedelic implication from the Doors here). Music teaches the soul and inspires the mind. What music do you appreciate What inspires you to conquer the world?
While there is no necessity of flashing back I encourage you to listen to some music from the past. Songs that transport you. Songs that change your outlook or feelings for the moment despite having fell from their billboard rank. Hunt it out. Play it for your children and give them a piece of the past. Even if it came long before you did. Balance the yin with the yang in today's world. Help educate a younger generation of the history of excellence. Music appreciation.
Thank you Hailey for a wonderful talk. With a talk like that it will be no time at all until you "break on through to the other side." (You knew it was coming as soon as you read the title. How could I resist.)
I realize that we're living in a new age, the millennial dawn of 2013. The Doors made hits in the late 1960's. I too came around after that. However while my niece is listening to the manufactured bebop of One Direction (Zoom and I listen to them all the time and we think you're beautiful) there is a whole other world of music out there. I'm not a music junkie that has an LP collection or can even recite lyrics, but I do appreciate good rock and roll, classic jazz, and unduplicatable soul. I appreciate the diversity of the times from one generation to the next. They bring the history of these times into relevance. You're reminded of experiences and lessons long forgotten and place us in another dimension (no psychedelic implication from the Doors here). Music teaches the soul and inspires the mind. What music do you appreciate What inspires you to conquer the world?
While there is no necessity of flashing back I encourage you to listen to some music from the past. Songs that transport you. Songs that change your outlook or feelings for the moment despite having fell from their billboard rank. Hunt it out. Play it for your children and give them a piece of the past. Even if it came long before you did. Balance the yin with the yang in today's world. Help educate a younger generation of the history of excellence. Music appreciation.
Thank you Hailey for a wonderful talk. With a talk like that it will be no time at all until you "break on through to the other side." (You knew it was coming as soon as you read the title. How could I resist.)
February 06, 2013
Fresh Sugar Lip Treatment Review - Permission to Splurge
Can I take a minute and shamelessly plug my new favorite thing. I know I'm not Oprah, but if I had the sponsors as she did, I would give every reader this item. It's a little overpriced but this is the Pink Lady of apples. Advanced Therapy Sugar Lip balm from Fresh and Tinted Sugar Lip Treatment. Well worth the $$ and I can only give a positive review. Permission given to treat yourself well and splurge. I did and you're worth it too. Who doesn't want beautiful lips. This is not your mothers chap stick, but it doesn't mean it shouldn't be. An anti-aging lip treatment proven to repair the lips, significantly boost moisture, enhance volume, and improve the definition of the lip area. Also available in tinted balm in an array of amazing and fun colors. Rose is perfect for my coloring. Just the natural pop of color that I need. After researching myself for several products I finally came across this. I'm in no way disappointed except that I can't afford every color.
It feels good
Your lips are kissable
The tinted balm has SPF!!!
It works and makes a visible difference
You'll love it too....I'm convince
Now to find that kissing partner
Now to find that kissing partner
Read more about it from the manufactures website
February 05, 2013
Hello g-star jacket!
The sequence of recent events leading to the desired loss of 200 hard earned American dollars.
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| G-Star Taylor Wool Coat |
1. I entered an overpriced boutique of 78% useless clothing.
2. Wandered to the coat section where this coat was front and center.
3. Noticed it was on sale.
4. Touched it, admired it and instantly fell in love with it. After trying it on. This is where I acknowledge my mistake of playing with fire.
5. Currently practicing extreme self control.
The good news is, I left the store. The bad news is, I found it online. It's on sale as well and much cheaper than the boutique. I prefer to buy local but sometimes morals get broken over $50. Still steadfast however the temptation is unbearable. I should have never tried it on.
January 02, 2013
Weathered wood for everyday living
I've been trying to fill my obsession with wood recently. It seems I've overwhelming drawn to the rustic qualities, textures and multifunctionality. Is that a word? It could be that I'm a little more rustic and weathered myself and I hope to remember the importance of reclamation. Look past the splinters and enjoy the beauty lies beneath.....and yes, I've referred to both the pictures below and myself.
January 01, 2013
5 resolutions you can keep
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
yes I'm yelling
It's that time of year that we hold ourselves accountable for new goals and set expectations of the coming year. However, how often do we resolve to do the same things year after year. Do we even stop to write them down or do we have the list memorized from years prior. Resolutions become moot after a few weeks or even days. However, this year can be different. Commit to 5 items that will surely make a difference across the year to improve relationships and increase energy, allowing you to conquer the world. Simple and easy principles of betterment.
1. Smile More
No extra time required! You can accomplish it whenever and wherever you are. Is it easy? Maybe not, but the fact is we will be happier if we do. It may be responsible for mending bridges, opening doors and stabilizing relationships. Just like my mother told me - fake it, until you make it. Your world will be brighter and you may bring joy to those who need it.
2. Keep in Contact
Friendship is eternal and is more valuable than we may even be aware of. How many of us have lost contact with treasured friends, co-workers and even family members. Reach out to an individuals and build relationships. Even if it's once a year. Even if its facebook poke. Keeping in contact may require some additional effort but its overall purpose is to let people know you care and bring us closer together as human beings. One minute of our time may improve the 24 hours of our day. You never know when you may be the needed friend or when you may need that friend.
3. Drink more water
It can't hurt, it saves money and it increases our energy over time. Is there anything debatable about this? It even decreases wrinkles if I've read reputable sources. You CAN definitely do this. Push away the soda, drive past Starbucks and reach for a water bottle. Dehydration even mildly, causes mood swings, headaches and fatigue. And the list goes on. Even if it's one more glass a day than we are drinking currently. It is estimated that 50% of the world population is dehydrated with the US nearing 75% dehydration. Why isn't it we didn't have the energy to do anything? This might just solve the problem.
4. Eat Less sugar
I am guilty of eating way to much sugar. My love affair with finding the next carb filled, gluttonous item, to fulfill the relationship with my sweet tooth has controlled me far to many years. I am not alone. A radical change may be fruitless as we bound back to our old ways in the face of temptation. However, one less cookie is beneficial. Eating fruit as a replacement improves our fiber intake. Having power over this addictive relationship will be unleashing our true potential. That might be an small exaggeration. Increased energy, smaller waste line, less dental problems and decreased heart disease, are just a few factual benefits. The quality of our long term health would be greatly improved.
5. Increase Motion
Notice that I didn't say exercise. Commit to demonstrate the physics of energy. Convert potential energy to kinetic energy. Don't stay sedentary. Movement throughout the day is better for our overall health. Take the stairs vs. the elevator. Park further away from the door at a store or office building. Wash your car by hand. Any activity that keeps you moving by burning energy will benefit you. Even in little doses from what you may be currently doing. Our circulation will increase, our blood will flow and move oxygen will reach our brain, allowing us to think more clearly.
Little effort = Huge outcome. Five resolutions you CAN keep.
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