How is it that life just whizzes by while we hold onto the ride for dear life? I am just so exhausted from holding on so tightly when I should be enjoying the ride.
It brings me back to my childhood. The number of times I was at the wrong place at the right time.
If you aren't quite understanding, here is a explanation: When I was a kid I visited a water park. I was in the big pool where all the kids are on inner tubes or floating things and the tidal wave came on. I didn't have a floating thing and the tidal wave was so strong that I started to panic and swam over to the edge. I grabbed for a part of the ladder and tried to pull myself out but the wave action was so strong that I couldn't get out. I just kept getting beat against the side of the pool with each wave. It was horrible and at the end of the tidal waves I was thoroughly exhausted from pulling myself up each time a big wave came so I didn't go under. Now, if I was at the middle of the pool "riding the waves" I would have been better off. If I had an inner tube I would have actually enjoyed the tidal wave, but instead I was at the wrong place and had to hold on until I was exhausted.
When I was even smaller I used to ride on those merry-go-round type rides on the playground. The kind that had the metal bars that led from the edge of the ride, up and arched to come back down somewhere near the center. Usually a kid ran around holding onto one of the bars and once it got going pretty fast then they were able to hop on. If you were in the middle you could look out and get dizzy, or you could focus on someone and just enjoy the ride. The kids standing in the middle got the same effect, but if you were on the outside of the ride, the centrifical force made your body want to fly off of the ride, so there you were .... holding on tightly.
Now, remember your own childhood. Any of these experiences happen to you? Are you holding onto life too tightly now and not enjoying the ride?
Part of my problem is that I try to squeeze in too many things. I have done much better at this since I started the stores. I focus on them and my family much more than all the "other" things I previously had to do. I have made a choice about priorities in my life and I must say it is about time!
I have a real problem with committment too. I decided this last month that I was committed to making the stores a success and that I was going to "embrace my space" in downtown Mac. I really wanted to get on the main drag through town and was dissappointed with my bad luck in finding the right size, right location, right price. There was nothing there for me, so I am staying put and embracing my space. Yesterday we started an overhaul of the space. Right now, about 50% is painted. I have moved around things to give me more room where I need it. Things are an absolute mess to be honest, but I am excited at the ability to make it more what I want it to be!
And that is what is all about right? I can control my days, I can control where I am and at what time I am there. And maybe I won't have to hold on so tightly anymore and I can finally enjoy the ride.
SEPT. 1, 2006
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008
August...already
Current mood: amused
Can't believe it is August already. Not to be too cliche, but time does fly.... Aghhhh I can't believe I wrote that. It makes me want to vomit. In fact, a lot of things have made me want to do that lately. The world is just getting too damn disgusting.
I find myself forcing myself to write this blog today because I have been a slacker. And I really don't have much to say or much time to say it.
So I will leave it with this. Take 10 minutes out of your day to sit and relax. Breathe deeply. Contemplate your life, the choices you can make and the state of the world today.
Then go to the toilet and vomit because we all know that once you ponder those things your head starts to race with thoughts, your pulse inches up a few beats a minute, the sweat starts to bead on the brow and you wonder how in the world you got here in the first place.
Ciao!
Aug. 4, 2006
Can't believe it is August already. Not to be too cliche, but time does fly.... Aghhhh I can't believe I wrote that. It makes me want to vomit. In fact, a lot of things have made me want to do that lately. The world is just getting too damn disgusting.
I find myself forcing myself to write this blog today because I have been a slacker. And I really don't have much to say or much time to say it.
So I will leave it with this. Take 10 minutes out of your day to sit and relax. Breathe deeply. Contemplate your life, the choices you can make and the state of the world today.
Then go to the toilet and vomit because we all know that once you ponder those things your head starts to race with thoughts, your pulse inches up a few beats a minute, the sweat starts to bead on the brow and you wonder how in the world you got here in the first place.
Ciao!
Aug. 4, 2006
Hotter than....
H....E...double hockey sticks. That's right. The "valley" has been hot....106 on Friday. Who knows what it will bring today, but when I passed a sign heading out of town on Hwy 18 at 9:30 a.m. it already read 96.
I am at the beach this weekend. My family has chosen to stay home. Whackos! The beach is fabulous. Love it. Boy, I wish we had a place here to come and have a relaxing weekend. Maybe someday....
Speaking of heat...my dreams sure have been heating up lately. Bizarre and whacky. Last night Paul and I traded partners...that's right we officially became swingers in my dream. I told Paul upon waking up and he told me he was worried about me. I have to laugh. He can have dreams that empower him ... being a gladiator, being a vampire, etc, etc. but when I have a dream about swapping partners he is worried. It's not like it is ever going to happen. Geez, the only man I have been with since a year before even meeting Paul is Paul. And since meeting Paul I have only kissed one other person besides my kids...... It has been 11 long years. The closest I ever get is my dreams. So let me dream in technicolor!
I changed my pic to show my best friend, Tina, and I in Vegas a couple of years ago. I need a new pic. Tina and I might be catching up in Vegas again this October. I am going for a trade show. She holds MercuryWorld in Vegas at the same time as my show so we can hook up can visit with friends from High School. It's great. Of course, we catch up at least monthly in Oregon since she moved up here last October. To use a Tinaism "Yeah me!"
All right, I have customers and gotta run.
July 23, 2006
I am at the beach this weekend. My family has chosen to stay home. Whackos! The beach is fabulous. Love it. Boy, I wish we had a place here to come and have a relaxing weekend. Maybe someday....
Speaking of heat...my dreams sure have been heating up lately. Bizarre and whacky. Last night Paul and I traded partners...that's right we officially became swingers in my dream. I told Paul upon waking up and he told me he was worried about me. I have to laugh. He can have dreams that empower him ... being a gladiator, being a vampire, etc, etc. but when I have a dream about swapping partners he is worried. It's not like it is ever going to happen. Geez, the only man I have been with since a year before even meeting Paul is Paul. And since meeting Paul I have only kissed one other person besides my kids...... It has been 11 long years. The closest I ever get is my dreams. So let me dream in technicolor!
I changed my pic to show my best friend, Tina, and I in Vegas a couple of years ago. I need a new pic. Tina and I might be catching up in Vegas again this October. I am going for a trade show. She holds MercuryWorld in Vegas at the same time as my show so we can hook up can visit with friends from High School. It's great. Of course, we catch up at least monthly in Oregon since she moved up here last October. To use a Tinaism "Yeah me!"
All right, I have customers and gotta run.
July 23, 2006
Now this is more like it
Current mood: good
Just when you think your day is the shits, something happens to restore your faith in things and make you want to continue on and finish the rest of the day.
Thus my day began with a search for clean underwear. This is a frequent morning ritual. The boys must have what amounts to a hundred pair apiece. Paul has tons of underwear, I swear, even though he complains of never having any... Well, if he didn't wear two or three pair a day....
I, on the other hand, don't have many pairs at all. Our canine companions love my undies you see. And they have shredded many a pair that have made their way into the trash. I still have a couple that haven't all but disintegrated in the crotch, they are my holy panties and I wear them on days when I want to feel a little more, well religious I guess.
Anyway, that is how my day started and I did have a pair that I rescued from the dryer. I have been known to go without, on plenty of occasions. I have also sported my husbands boxers. It horrifies me that we can wear the same underwear. I have NEVER seen him wear mine, just want to clear that up now.
Of course, my allergy medication ran out a couple of days ago and I haven't swung by the pharmacy to pick up my refill so I have been itching, wheezing, hacking, etc, etc. I found a bottle of Chlor-Trimeton in my car while I was on my way to work and popped a little yellow pill so I wouldn't have to sound like a cat hacking up a furball in the store today. But unlike my prescriptive medication, Chlor-Trimeton has a little drowsy side effect that has made my day go by like I have been swimming in a tub of viscous gack.
Once at the store I started taking my right foot from its Birki , rubbing it against the floor to stave an itch. Now it is 4 p.m. and I have been itching it all day, so I probably have some foot fungus already and it is only mid-June. This should not be a foot malady until at least August. And if I was a perfect woman, I wouldn't even know what foot fungus is, right? Well, thank God I am not perfect, but unfortunately last year I found out that women get the equivalent of "jock itch," yeah, how do you like that one? Hope you weren't eating a brownie or something. I know I don't have to go there, but really I must sometimes.
So my day has been slow, and itchy. I shouldn't complain, it could be much worse. But at 3:30 my brother stopped in to make a deposit for me and I ran across Third Street to Cornerstone coffee and got an iced mocha and a heavenly macaroon. So I am content and happy as a little itchy clam sitting behind the counter and writing this little blog for the day. I will now make it through the rest of the day just fine. Thank heaven for the little things in life.
June 16, 2006
Just when you think your day is the shits, something happens to restore your faith in things and make you want to continue on and finish the rest of the day.
Thus my day began with a search for clean underwear. This is a frequent morning ritual. The boys must have what amounts to a hundred pair apiece. Paul has tons of underwear, I swear, even though he complains of never having any... Well, if he didn't wear two or three pair a day....
I, on the other hand, don't have many pairs at all. Our canine companions love my undies you see. And they have shredded many a pair that have made their way into the trash. I still have a couple that haven't all but disintegrated in the crotch, they are my holy panties and I wear them on days when I want to feel a little more, well religious I guess.
Anyway, that is how my day started and I did have a pair that I rescued from the dryer. I have been known to go without, on plenty of occasions. I have also sported my husbands boxers. It horrifies me that we can wear the same underwear. I have NEVER seen him wear mine, just want to clear that up now.
Of course, my allergy medication ran out a couple of days ago and I haven't swung by the pharmacy to pick up my refill so I have been itching, wheezing, hacking, etc, etc. I found a bottle of Chlor-Trimeton in my car while I was on my way to work and popped a little yellow pill so I wouldn't have to sound like a cat hacking up a furball in the store today. But unlike my prescriptive medication, Chlor-Trimeton has a little drowsy side effect that has made my day go by like I have been swimming in a tub of viscous gack.
Once at the store I started taking my right foot from its Birki , rubbing it against the floor to stave an itch. Now it is 4 p.m. and I have been itching it all day, so I probably have some foot fungus already and it is only mid-June. This should not be a foot malady until at least August. And if I was a perfect woman, I wouldn't even know what foot fungus is, right? Well, thank God I am not perfect, but unfortunately last year I found out that women get the equivalent of "jock itch," yeah, how do you like that one? Hope you weren't eating a brownie or something. I know I don't have to go there, but really I must sometimes.
So my day has been slow, and itchy. I shouldn't complain, it could be much worse. But at 3:30 my brother stopped in to make a deposit for me and I ran across Third Street to Cornerstone coffee and got an iced mocha and a heavenly macaroon. So I am content and happy as a little itchy clam sitting behind the counter and writing this little blog for the day. I will now make it through the rest of the day just fine. Thank heaven for the little things in life.
June 16, 2006
Somebody Slap Me ...
and wake me up! I am drowsy here at the store and I just hopped over to Java Depot to get a cold coffee. I just need something exciting to happen like say, a customer walk through the door or something.
Yesterday was a good day at the coast and the weekend was fabulous. Best Sunday we have ever had actually. I am glad tomorrow I get a day to stay at home. I am going to sleep in, do laundry, get a massage if my LMT has an opening, do more laundry, clean my room so I can walk in my closet and get a bunch of stuff into bags. A bag for donations, a bag for Ebay and a giant trash bag. I am really in the mood to get rid of the clutter around the house.
I put a couple of new pics up on my page. They are not new, just found. Paul brought them over from the old house. One of the pics is his favorite pic of me, so I put it up for him. You should check them out and tell me whiich one is your favorite.
Paul wishes I still looked like that. But honey, I can't go back in time and neither can you. And that is me, inside I still am that person. Alas, I have packed on some pounds since moving to Oregon and I really need to get it off, but the doctor said something like -- "no sugar, cut it out entirely. No white flour -- no pasta, rice, bread." Masochist. Who is she kidding? I like inflicting pain on others, self-deprivation is not in my vocabulary.
I can't fathom a daily diet without those things. Can I? So I am going to have to figure something else out. I have been contemplating getting a bike and that is probably an excellent idea for this summer, but what happens when the rain starts again?
I need a partner to go riding with and keep me motivated. Get me out of the house on a beautiful day for a little while. Paul runs, and I have never been a runner so that is not going to happen. I would really like to try yoga. My physical therapist says that I am very flexible. Yoga would help me become even more flexible, help strengthen my core, and give me some much needed stress relief. I don't know why I haven't already signed up it sounds so good.
This Saturday my friend and I are going to see the DaVinci Code. I am interested in seeing how they adapted the novel to fit into less than two hours. One friend of mine, who will remain nameless, thinks that the DaVinci Code is highly overrated and most people don't understand it. Here is an excerpt from a bulletin my lovely niece posted, "The Da Vinci Code ... was a really good movie.... I'm still confused on a few parts but it was an awesome movie. Just letting everyone know!"
I know that he will laugh at that and say, "exactly! Most people don't get it." OK, I say. But isn't it good to at least feed the people some interesting tidbits to ponder? And if we don't start instilling "conspiracy theory" into our next generation to take the lead then who will? Like Napolean Dynamite would say, "Gosh."
And speaking of Mr. Dynamite, I had tater tots tonight. I realize that this is completely off the subject, but hey, I will use any transition I can get to say "Hasta La Vista" so I can shut down this machine and hop into a nice warm bed. Ciao!
May 30, 2006
Yesterday was a good day at the coast and the weekend was fabulous. Best Sunday we have ever had actually. I am glad tomorrow I get a day to stay at home. I am going to sleep in, do laundry, get a massage if my LMT has an opening, do more laundry, clean my room so I can walk in my closet and get a bunch of stuff into bags. A bag for donations, a bag for Ebay and a giant trash bag. I am really in the mood to get rid of the clutter around the house.
I put a couple of new pics up on my page. They are not new, just found. Paul brought them over from the old house. One of the pics is his favorite pic of me, so I put it up for him. You should check them out and tell me whiich one is your favorite.
Paul wishes I still looked like that. But honey, I can't go back in time and neither can you. And that is me, inside I still am that person. Alas, I have packed on some pounds since moving to Oregon and I really need to get it off, but the doctor said something like -- "no sugar, cut it out entirely. No white flour -- no pasta, rice, bread." Masochist. Who is she kidding? I like inflicting pain on others, self-deprivation is not in my vocabulary.
I can't fathom a daily diet without those things. Can I? So I am going to have to figure something else out. I have been contemplating getting a bike and that is probably an excellent idea for this summer, but what happens when the rain starts again?
I need a partner to go riding with and keep me motivated. Get me out of the house on a beautiful day for a little while. Paul runs, and I have never been a runner so that is not going to happen. I would really like to try yoga. My physical therapist says that I am very flexible. Yoga would help me become even more flexible, help strengthen my core, and give me some much needed stress relief. I don't know why I haven't already signed up it sounds so good.
This Saturday my friend and I are going to see the DaVinci Code. I am interested in seeing how they adapted the novel to fit into less than two hours. One friend of mine, who will remain nameless, thinks that the DaVinci Code is highly overrated and most people don't understand it. Here is an excerpt from a bulletin my lovely niece posted, "The Da Vinci Code ... was a really good movie.... I'm still confused on a few parts but it was an awesome movie. Just letting everyone know!"
I know that he will laugh at that and say, "exactly! Most people don't get it." OK, I say. But isn't it good to at least feed the people some interesting tidbits to ponder? And if we don't start instilling "conspiracy theory" into our next generation to take the lead then who will? Like Napolean Dynamite would say, "Gosh."
And speaking of Mr. Dynamite, I had tater tots tonight. I realize that this is completely off the subject, but hey, I will use any transition I can get to say "Hasta La Vista" so I can shut down this machine and hop into a nice warm bed. Ciao!
May 30, 2006
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