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With the Gal now on her spa vacation, I feel like I’m blogging into the abyss here. Lauren and I used to joke that we’d still write even if no one read it and that is still true for me. Although I must admit that I love comments (real ones, not the ones that say “fun! come visit my site. Bye!” I don’t like those), I’d still be here writing away even if no one was out there.
Anyway, I decided to just pop off about a few things tonight.
1. I love my wee godson and it’s awesome that, as Godmother, I get to hold him as long as I want (and as long as Cousin O’Cool lets me). This makes me happy because I could be a professional baby-holder, I love it that much. I wish they still let volunteers into the nursery to hold the babies but some idiots kept trying to steal them and that’s just not good. Anyway, I am happy that I will have a summer full of baby-holding and playing. Awesome!
2. I have always perused personal ads because as a student of human behavior, I find it fascinating to read how people present themselves. I often wonder who is responding to ads that say something like this: “Looking for a chick. Hit me up if you’re interested.” – wha??? Way to stand out there, buster. Also, I saw one that said he was (I only wish I were making this up) “in serious need of vagina”. ::boggle:: Enough with the smooth talk, hey? I wanna know what kind of woman responds to that ad. If my jobs as full-time baby-holder and woo-woo chick don’t pan out, perhaps I should assist those who are, shall we say, a bit challenged in the “how to describe myself in an ad so others might be interested in me” arena. Why, I could hold a baby, talk to the angels AND write you a personal ad in one fell swoop. (I am that good, it’s true.)
3. Dear people who seem to think we STILL (if ever) give a shit about Tiger Woods and his failings: SHUT UP! Jeebus Henry – people do stupid shit all the time. Some even do it in front of the whole world and pay a totally different kind of price – can you even imagine being the laughingstock of a nation? (oh hai george bush!) Yes, I know. If you are in the public eye, try hard not to do anything horrific on that level and take a lesson from this whole debacle. So yeah. Tiger was a stupid, foolish man. There are a million more important things than who he did and where he did them and in what manner, even. Just move along, now.
4. (Caveat: yes, this is whining. Whatever.) I find it hard to stay engaged in a job I don’t care about at all. I am thankful for a job that pays well and I paid my dues in jobs that didn’t pay well and ones where I took a lot of abuse from fuckwits. However, my soul is sad and I have to really start putting energy toward where I want to go because I will go mad if I have to answer phones, fax items and greet clients for the next five years. Duty always gives me grief about my dislike of others and don’t I know that in my woo-woo practice, I’ll be interacting with (GASP!) others???? (sigh) It’s a very different thing working with someone one-on-one, working through their emotional struggles with them than it is talking to someone about the weather for the seven hundredth time that same day. I hate chit-fucking-chat. HATE IT. But if you want me to get down in the mud with you (metaphorically speaking) and work through your trauma, baby I. am. there. Isn’t it odd what floats someone’s boat? I am married to someone who would run away screaming from that and who is happy as a clam talking about the weather or what airline you flew on your last trip. It’s all in where we are comfortable, I suppose. Bottom line: Geez, I better get my ass moving.
5. Forced myself to the gym today for 30 mins of walking. My knee was letting me know that I was moving a bit too fast for my own good so I slowed it down just a bit and was fine. Hooray for me!
And now a quote I found on a forum regarding the TV show “Mad Men”. I think it’s from a book. I don’t even remember the context, just that it struck me and I’m sharing it here. (Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.)
She had loved him at first, she reckoned, but he had tormented her so long with his elusiveness that she did not know, honestly, now whether she even liked him. If she had been sure of him, she might have found out. But things had never stood still long enough for to decide. It sometimes struck her that Harald would not let her be sure of him for fear of losing his attraction: it was a lesson he had learned in some handbook, the way he had learned about those multiplication tables. But Kay could have told him that he would have been far more attractive to her if she could have trusted him.
Don’t know if I told you that I’m becoming a grandmother this summer. Since I feel exactly like you do, re: holding babies, this is great news! Unfortunately, my daughter lives on the West Coast, but I’m trying to figure out ways I can afford to get out there a lot.
One of the reasons I’m putting my condo up for sale next Tuesday.
Okay, I feel like I have to say something about…..SOMETHING. You have an engaging writing style AND you gave me a terrifiic reading. The way you’ll be able to stop doing a job you hate is RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
Practically Intuitive, and all that that implies. I don’t believe it’s a matter of MAKING YOURSELF do it. I believe it’s a matter of believing in who you are.
I should know about such things. I can be the most self-sabotaging person in the universe, and I get how frustrating it is. But the bottom-line is this: you have a gift. Now use it.
Psst! I’m here! Wandering about the Lodge I found the Business Center, and when there’s an unused keyboard I am drawn like a moth to the flame.
Welcome to Young Peter, Little Bella! Wonder if everyone will know him as Nancy. (Beatle night on Idol so I’m stealing from Rocky Racoon.)
Love it here in Williamsburg. It’s so fragrant and *green.* Except for a woeful dearth of Cubs news down here, I am thoroughly enjoying myself. What’s not to love about a place that serves mimosa with breakfast, even on Wednesdays?
At least now when they’re talking about Tiger Woods, it’s about golf. Don’t know why that pleases me, since sex usually interests me far more than golf, but it does.
I wish I could comment constructively on your job situation, but since I had a nightmare about the office my first night ON VACATION, I’m hardly in a position to do so.