insight

Entire conversation via email:

Me: Did you ever keep a diary? Just wondering...

Mom's reply: No, never did.
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Yup, that was it. Direct response, no explanation and no expounding upon the inquiry.
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If you have ever questioned my family ethic, just ponder this interaction for a moment.

Yeah.

just a thought

So as much as I am loathe to admit it, primetime TV just gave me some insight.

Tonight I was watching Grey's Anatomy, and this will not be a spoiler but more diaries from Meredith’s mother were discovered.

Being a normal human being I thought to my mother. The piece of rock whom only offers insight by act of supposition. The woman who I avoid and don't understand.

Damn the TV show, it occurred to me that my mother just never opened up to anyone. Which seems tragic. Then I wonder if I open up to anyone.

Oh, hello readers! So maybe I do.

Did my mother have an outlet though? What kind of doubts did she have at my age? Would she even remember? At my age she had three kids - hell I was six already.

So I just emailed to ask if she ever kept a diary. Frankly I doubt she remembers all her thoughts from 30 years ago. I'm shocked to read mine from just half a decade before now.

If you have children, I think the kindest thing you can give them is a record of your thoughts through life. Why not let them know that they are not alone? Hell, we all have to struggle. Understanding your parents went through something similar can only help.

One would think.

over the top

For the first ten seconds it seemed to have potential.

But then it got too geeky. And for a dork like me, that is a lot of geek.

snippity snap

Six months, several face first falls and countless bruises later, I have finally conquered the Crow Pose!!



Today I was able to hold this for thirty seconds. Not too shabby!

You would think it takes a lot of arm strength, but not so much. It is mostly abdominal work, flexible hips, and concentration. When I started out in yoga I was only really fluent with the focus part.

Now that I have mastered this, I can work on a few other arm balances...maybe the eight-angle pose? Shouldn't be too hard, right?


Yeah, I'll talk to you in another six months on that one.

best laid plans

Are shot to hell should the new Guitar Hero World Tour arrive on your doorstep.

Designing my new character took a half an hour alone. And then of course I had to play a few levels...

Two hours and one very sore fret hand later I need to step away and practice my yoga for the day.

And then maybe if the feeling in my left hand has returned...

ps - instead of going to bed got sucked in again for an hour and a half. my left hand is now numb.

I hate celery

Just do. It is gross. Even in juice.

Blech.

And brussel sprouts. Can't stand 'em. Even when drowned in butter and pancetta.

My frustration with these items is constant, I feel like I should grow to like them over time. Like my appreciation for broccoli or coffee.

Not so much.

giddy

Sometimes I forget how happy I get by the fact that I receive free soda at work.

It brings me great joy. Right now I am totally grinning from ear to ear.

Sometimes I forget how proud I am that I live in new york city.

It provides me with contentment. My heart warms just thinking about it.

Sometimes I forget the delightful smell of that first crisp fall or winter day.

It always brings me a smile. Nothing makes me feel more alive than feeling the season change.

Sure it makes me sound like such a simpleton, but really these things are what turn my mood into a bring one. Often people ask me why I'm happy all the time, and I joke that it is all the caffeine.

And yes stimulants do play a part.

But really it is allowing myself to enjoy as much as I can every day that I can. Too bad I can't bottle this type of living, eh?

biker love

Have you been watching that new A&E show "Sons of Anarchy"? I have.

It makes me want to be badass.

Sure, they break laws. And morals. And property. And a few hearts. (awwww)

There is something so seductive about being so tough and rugged, and being around people who are like that. Heck, I almost want to be the girl characters. Except for having to sleep with the gross biker guys. The hot ones okay. But the necromantic one ewww.

Maybe the dating a felon thing wouldn't sit well with me either. Your guy sleeping around when attending a patch party might bug me as well. Them selling drugs and guns contributing to crime could be a moral issue too.

Hmmm. I think I'll just stick to watching the TV show. Being badass seems like it has a few too many negative side effects.

one hour and twenty minutes later

Yeah, that rocked.

Didn't feel like the oldest person there.

Energy kicked ass.

And maybe....just maybe...these guys got a little boost because they have a bonus song on GH3.

uh

yeah.

Holy crap you could tell this song was the tipping point. Two years ago I saw them at the roseland and was shocked that they were opening. Now they are headlining two nights.

With three opening bands, did I mention that?

No worries, I strolled in at 9:50, made a beeline towards the back bar and stopped 20 feet from the stage because Rise Against came on.

Crappy timing, eh? Not.

Gotta tell ya - they are awesome. If you get a chance see these guys, I lurve them. Maybe more than Weezer.

*gasp*

old age

So tonight I'm going to see one of my favorite bands in concert, Rise Against. I just called the theatre to find out what time they go on.

Doors open at 7:00.

Wanna guess?

Three opening bands later...they go on at 9:50. My lord. It is a Monday night!!

Yes, I'm still going to go. The concert hall is just around the corner for gods sake. And it isn't like I go to bed before midnight anyway.

But still. Geez.

whoa

No way.

At least all my friends work for the company doing the buying. Detroit is already hurting, this could be the last nail in the coffin of the city. All those duplicated jobs eliminated?

in case you wondered

Exactly ten calendar days after applyig, I received my passport today.

Pretty damn quick eh? Not a bad pic either. See?


International travel here I come!!

On another note, after a week of being sick and only light yoga on the weekend I worked so hard at my class today that I nearly puked. If anyone ever says that yoga isn't a workout enough tell them they need a new teacher. My ass is kicked and I only took the medium poses.

goes to show

So you know how a couple posts ago I said just work harder?

Hah.

There are limits. Seemed I worked a little too hard, wore my body down, and let a virus come on in. I've been home sick for three days.

Something I need to work on is patience. I see the same thing in yoga. Yes, I want to do that super cool pose balancing on my two arms sending both legs off in the air to one side. But if I don't take the time to work on my strength, flexibility, and balance I'm going to hurt myself.

And then it will take me even longer to get where I want to go because I have to heal and start all over again.

Thus my challenge. Stop sprinting and get comfortable going slow for a while. Eventually the slow will seem like a crawl and then I can kick it up to the next notch.