Just Give Me A Reason

Lately, some of my girlfriends and I have been discussing the laws of attraction, and what it is that draws us to other people. We weren’t specifically speaking of romantic entanglements (although those most certainly did come up – we are girls, after all!), but friendships and work relationships, too. We found that the list of things that attracts us is long, and dramatically different for each one of us - there didn’t seem to be just one reason that we found ourselves wanting to be around someone – except for Channing Tatum. We all decided in the hallway outside my office this morning that Channing Tatum could eat crackers in bed and leave crumbs everywhere, fart like a mo’fo and dutch oven us under the sheets, and it would be perfectly okay. Isn’t it lovely that we can all agree on something? ;)

You know what attracts me to anybody – friends, significant others, people to chat with on an airplane? Someone who is interesting, witty, funny, and most of all, kind. I don’t particularly care to spend my time around people who are assholes, so…sadly that lets out a lot of the population. I am drawn to people who are charming and personable, and those who can hold a conversation are the most amazing in my books! There is a word that I grew up saying that is such a perfect descriptor for some peeps – the word is lummur (we pronounce it like lum-ah) (sp?), an Icelandic term for ‘flat pancake’, and it’s used to describe those insipid people who have absolutely no personality (I’m sure you know some). I avoid those people like they have some sort of plague…it doesn’t matter how bloody cute a person is, if their personality is pathetic, there’s absolutely no point in trying to forge a relationship there.

Lummur - On the 3rd Thursday in April, Iceland celebrates the 1st day of Summer. It is a national bank holiday and Lummur are served on this day. They are similar to pancakes but the dough is thicker.

 

Attraction is such a funny thing, though…there are those people who you know from the word go are completely and utterly wrong for you (they aren’t bad peeps, just bad for you and your delicate sensibilities), but you find yourself so magnetically drawn to them that you don’t want to stay away from them, not even a little bit. You think about them a lot - and in your mind, they are usually in their birthday suits and a compromising position. And even though you know that nothing good will come of this for you or your heart, you still do it anyway. And it’s friggin’ blissful. Until it’s not. And they start doing things to hurt you and disappoint you and you’d really be happiest if you never had a thought of them again – except that you do. And they’re probably still in their damn birthday suits. It’s so  frustrating, don’t you think? :(

 

What attracts you to the people in your life, friends? I came across this fab article entitled ‘How To Get Anyone To Find You Irresistibly Attractive’  and just knew that I had to share it with you (heehee!) – here’s the six easy steps! :)

1) Do something with the person you want to be attractive to where emotional arousal is high. This includes watching thrilling movies, sitting next to each other on an intense amusement park ride, or even exercising. These activities raise adrenaline, if even a little bit, which enhances emotional feelings towards whomever you are with. Talk about topics that feed romance. Good subjects are: hopes and aspirations, personal interests, music, dreams and travel.

2) Youthfulness is a perception that increases attraction in many people. Posture and walking forms greatly influence how youthful you appear. Therefore, people who are flexible, and exhibit their flexibility in their daily posture, seem more youthful. The practice of yoga may help increase flexibility as well as peace of mind

3) Look directly in the person’s eyes while talking and listening to them. Studies confirm that passionate feelings for someone can easily form when they gaze into your eyes. Do not look away or let your eyes wander while practicing this.

4) People find others more attractive when they feel confident about themselves. Approach someone while they are self-conscious, and be friendly, so that you will actually appear more attractive to that person.

5)  Once the person likes you already, let them know that you like them. This will greatly deepen the attraction, bringing on the wonderful emotion of hope. They will feel hopeful for a relationship with you. However, this will only work if you are sure that they like you.

6) A very strong bond occurs when we feel physical attraction and affection towards someone and that person reciprocates the feelings. In fact, the “go” signals a person receives is a more powerful motivator than how physically attractive the object of desire is. People are simply attracted to others (platonically and romantically) more when they know the other person likes them.

I don’t know about you, but I am absolutely right in love with these tips! :) Yaaa! :)   Here’s the cheat sheet short form for you: find someone that you like who suffers from low self-esteem; have your friend pass them a note junior high-style asking if they like you or not; do something with them that will scare the living shit out of both of you (visit a cemetery at midnight, perhaps?); while you’re there, show them your very best yoga poses while staring deeply into their eyes (choose a pose that has your head in the air rather than your arse…makes eye contact much easier); as you do your downward-facing dog or cobra pose –  and look at them - tell them that you think they are peachy-keen; and finally, hope to Christ that they do like you and return your feelings, because we all like someone who we know likes us. Heehee! :) Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, yes???! :) I find these steps hilarious – and I’m not sure why. I know there are some valid points in there – but, tell me this, friends…is it not best to just be yourself and hope that you can find someone out there in this big ol’ world who happens to like your particular brand of crazy enough to want to be around it all the time? I think that’s a much better way forward. Many times in life, I have pretended to be someone I’m not in order to get the attention of someone – and, you know what? It’s freaking exhausting. Screw that…I just can’t do it anymore. I figure that I am what I am, and anyone who can’t appreciate that ought to really shove off and move along. I’m not so bad most of the time (I’m not so good, either…but that’s talk for another day ;) ), and there are moments (brief, but still) when I am positively delightful and anyone would be lucky to be in my company, so…let’s go with that. :)

Now: on to practice my yoga – I’m ever-so bendy! ;)

xxx

Madness

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What makes you mad? Do you have a quick and fiery temper, or are you pretty laid back about most things? Does it take a lot to get you riled? I don’t get mad terribly often, and when I do, it generally blows over rather quickly. Generally.

I’ve been pretty damn irritated about some things lately, and I’ve let them affect my life in general. I’ve been disappointed with some people and the careless, thoughtless ways that they do things. Crappy things, like being negligent and not taking care of stuff that is their responsibility. That shit irritates me. I also get damn annoyed when people aren’t straight with me, preferring instead to take the weasel-y way out of things by blowing smoke up my arse…I may pretend to believe the lies and act all sympathetic, but I’m only trying to let the liars save face, for I see right through the curtain of bullshit. I truly despise it when people think I’m stupid and underestimate me.

I get annoyed and upset when people are mean, when they go out of their way to be cruel. Some people seem to take tremendous delight in hurting those around them, even when they have done nothing wrong but be kind and considerate and sweet. There is no skill in kicking the innocent, and I wonder how those people sleep at night knowing what shitbags they’ve been.

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I – like pretty much everyone – get cross when things don’t go my way. And, since this is me we’re talking about, that happens pretty much all the damn time. I feel frustration that despite so many of my very best attempts, things still go wrong…and I can’t figure out why. I seem to be the common thread, therefore it must be something that I am doing wrong or not doing at all. I’ve tried every trick that I can for self-examination to determine exactly where it is that I am going wrong, but…so far, I can’t put my finger on it. I guess I will keep trying.

While Googling ways to get past anger, I have found some great things – some ludicrous and so hippie-dippie and stupid, and others that seem like a pretty decent plan of action. Here’s one of my favorites – a list of 15 Simple Ways to Overcome Anger:

1. Look Up!!!

2. “What Do You Want?”

3. Eliminate: Don’t, Not, No

4. Finding the Light

5. Surrender

6. Circle of Influence

7. Gratitude Exercise

8. Meditation

9. Breathing Relaxation Techniques

10. Laughter!

11. Forgiveness

12. Snap a Rubber Band

13. Identify and Eliminate Your Triggers

14. Identify What Anger Brings

15. Seek Closure. Solve the Problem

 

Okay – there are a number of things on this list that have absolutely no practical relevance for me…logically, I do understand the benefits of relaxation breathing techniques and I’m sure that they are great, but…when I try to do that, I do them wrong and nearly pass out. (I did make myself faint in yoga once…those breathing things in some classes are friggin’ hard core) However, there are some great things here – when things suck, try to find the bright spots and focus on those…I’ve been really trying to do that. Case in point: on Friday afternoon, a woman at work who frequently vexes my spirit with her general stupidity and uselessness was in my hallway – I heard her, and I knew she was coming for me. I thought quickly, and realized that listening to her spew her negative shit on a Friday afternoon was going to serve no purpose other than to piss me off and put a damper on my weekend, so I was proactive, and I headed her off at the pass: basically, I disappeared so that she couldn’t find me and darken my pretty day with her bad attitude. Yes, I did hide under my desk for a few minutes until she left my department, but…no judgment, please. I found the light – the bright spot and the lesson there was getting the hell out of her way so that I didn’t have to be part of her pity party. Yaaa me! :)

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Figuring out exactly what you want out of situations is really profound, don’t you think? I know that when I really contemplate this one, I find that what I really want is often completely the opposite of what I think I want. Everybody wants the basics of life: to be loved, to be treasured, to have their loved ones pay attention to them, to be adored, etc…who doesn’t want that? :) But, when exploring deep within your soul to find out your basest desires, you may be surprised what it is that you find: you may want someone who will challenge you to become a better person, or you may want to feel the rawest emotions that life has to offer in order to truly appreciate the good and beautiful things around you. When I think of all of the things that I really want in life, my list is pretty simple and straightforward: I want to reach new heights in my career that will allow me to not only provide a comfortable life for my Wee One and I, but I want to make the lives of those around me – and the state of education – better simply because I am here and doing what I do; I want a happy home life, one that is full of love and joy and good times, and not the constant strife of hardship; I want to find more time to pursue the things that I love – reading, writing, kayaking, music, movies, etc…; and, finally, I want to travel more, because there is so much to be seen in the big ol’ beautiful world around me…and I want to suck up every experience that I can. Think hard and tell me, friends…what is it that you really want? (and if one of you jackasses posts a comment that says that what you really, really want is a ‘zigazig-ah’ – we’re going to have us a problem, friends ;) )

I wish I was a person that could meditate and find peace, but…sadly, for this girl, that ain’t happening. I park my arse in a quiet place, try to center myself, and the following internal dialogue transpires: holy shit this mat is uncomfortable on my arse! you’d think that with all the padding on said arse that it wouldn’t hurt to sit like that! I think I oughta move! Oh, look – there’s the hair clip that the cats knocked off the dresser last week, yaa! stupid cats! I hate putting laundry away…do they have people that you could hire to do that?! I need to hang a mini-chandelier in the Wee One’s room! And I want to put a new shower head up in my shower – is there a how-to video on YouTube for that? Ahh….YouTube…surely it must be time for some sneezing kitten videos! Squirrel! How do you find someone to hire to come and fix the grout situation in a shower? Is that something that I can Google? Of course it is…Google has everything! I wish my last name was Google, that’d be fun. I wonder what I would change my name to if I could pick anything – hey, remember that episode of ‘Friends’ when Phoebe wants to change her name to Princess Consuela Bananahammock? That was awesome! I loved that show!  And this exercise in futility will continue until I decide to give up the whole meditation idea. I seriously don’t know what is wrong with my mind sometimes.

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I know people who swear by the idea of using affirmations – and I’ve been wanting to give this a shot. I’m not one of those gals who would ever be able to look in the mirror, smile at myself and loudly declare that I was good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it people like me…I would probably try once, and then laugh so hard that I would end up snorting. However, I’ve been attempting this in a sneaky way: I’ve found a few quotes and positive statements that fill my heart with pink sparkly joy when I read them – so I’ve been putting them everywhere: all throughout my beloved notebooks that are in my purse (that make it weigh a ton and everyone laughs at me for always carrying notebooks with me), on the wall in my office, on my fridge…everywhere that I will possibly see them in a day. I don’t know if they are going to completely change my mindset and make my life 110% better, but…they can’t hurt, right? Take a look at this:
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This is clipped out of a People magazine article about actress Valerie Harper, who is suffering from terminal cancer – I figure that this is a woman who clearly knows what she needs to know as she’s facing the end of her days…this is a person whose advice on living is worth listening to. I have this hanging on my fridge, and I see it throughout the day – the part that gets me the most is that the best day has always been this one. I need to learn how to make that my guiding philosophy, too. :)  Sheryl Crow sings in her awesome song “Soak Up The Sun” that ‘It’s not having what you want / It’s wanting what you’ve got’  – I think that if I am ever able to master this concept, then I will truly find peace and happiness, and I bet that 99% of my irritation will dissipate. Any ideas on how to make this happen? Until we can come up with something, if you need me – I’ll be under my desk. ;)

xxx

 

PS: Lest you think I am an angry person with rage issues – I am so not. I am generally really happy, and I treasure and value positivity and goodness so much. :) I just get down sometimes with all of the negativity around me…I care too much about others. I think I will start by working on that. :)

 

Just A Fool

I have always prided myself on generally being a fairly intelligent person. I have a keen interest in education and the world around me, and value the concept of lifelong learning more than I can possibly tell you. However, for a reasonably bright girl, I am one seriously dumb-assed fool from time to time – it’s friggin’ ridiculous. It seems that I am so eager to please people, to make them happy, to receive their attention and affection that I will believe pretty much any (and every) piece of bullshit that they can possibly tell me – and that is ridiculous. I simply don’t know what’s wrong with me.

“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.”
Søren Kierkegaard
 
 
 
 

I have always been quite gullible, which has made me excellent fodder for my friends over the years (especially one in particular who is a master bullshit artist – and my Step-Dad, too…he managed to make me believe that he was fluent in Swahili and that he used to own a cat that underwent a sex change. Yes, really. ) – and sadly, even at my somewhat advanced age, I’m still pretty easily taken in. I will suspend reality just to believe the far-fetched stupid excuse that you’re telling me, even though I rationally understand that monkeys are more likely to fly out my arse than have that tall tale you’re telling me be true. I used to think that I did this because I was just stupid about people and relationships, but deep down I know that isn’t the case…I may be many things, but generally, stupid ain’t one of them. The thing with me is that I am a total Pollyanna (I put the Leanna in Pollyanna – say it out loud, it’ll make sense…I’ll wait.  :) ) – I absolutely want to believe the best in everyone, as I want them to think the best of me. I am such a big believer of giving people the benefit of the doubt, and the reason for that is that I truly believe that we are all good inside. Even though all sorts of awful tragedies happen in the world every day, with people carrying out horrific acts of violence in the name of whatever cause they believe in…I still hold on to the idea that they weren’t always bad. I choose to believe that people do awful things because they can’t find another way forward, or, more accurately, they have lost their way…but they weren’t always bad. Once upon a time they were good people, as most of us are. I choose to believe that. I need to believe that. :)

Let’s look at another example: think about a time that you weren’t so kind to somebody else…walk back in your mind until you find one. Got it? Okay – now, tell me: why did you behave poorly? Was it because you wanted to hurt them? Were you just sick and tired of them and their bullshit? Or was it all about you wanting something else? We all have our reasons, and just because we may behave in a shitty manner from time to time does not make us shitty people. For the most part, we all do the best that we can every day – sometimes that is more than good enough, and other times we fall tragically short. The thing that matters, though, is that we always try our best – and hopefully those around us will recognize that and all will be okay for us. Hopefully. :)

I read this article entitled “On Discovering the Best in People” - give it a look:

“When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves.” -William Arthur Ward

I read somewhere once that we tend to judge ourselves by our intentions and other people by their actions. In other words, we give ourselves the benefit of the doubt, whereas we’re more apt to assume other people mean to be cruel, inconsiderate, or hurtful when they make poor choices.

I suspect this is a survival strategy: We need to believe that we are good people in order to live with ourselves, and we want to quickly assess which other people aren’t to make sure that they won’t hurt us. It’s a mental shortcut, if you will–the sooner you discover the worst in people, the sooner you can plan how to protect yourself.

But what it if we decided that just like us, most other people mean well, and then instead of fearing the worst, focused on finding the best? What if we put all our energy into recognizing the light in other people, and in doing so, brightened the light within us?

I know that whenever I believe in someone else, it awakens a sense of possibility inside me. It makes me feel more connected to other people, more empowered to collaborate with them, and more passionate about what we can all accomplish if we work with each other, not against each other.

Today if you feel tempted to focus on another person’s flaws, ask yourself: What good qualities am I overlooking, and what possibilities could I create if I focused more on those?

Don’t you love this? I do. Instead of focusing on the things that those around us do wrong, let’s think about all the things they do right, and how we can cultivate that ‘rightness’ and make more of it happen! There’s way too damn much negativity in this world anyway, friends…let’s not contribute more, okay? :) And as for me and what a fool I can be…I know that people laugh at me and my gullibility, and some of the crueller ones probably delight in pulling the wool over my eyes and making me believe that they mean well when in fact they are just shitheads that are using me, but… I really don’t care. Their arseholish behavior says far more about them and what pieces o’shit (POS) they are than it does about me, don’t you think? All it means is that I am a person who trusts, who cares, who loves big, who tries hard, and who always sees the best in people. And you know what? I am perfectly okay with a description like that. :)

xxx

 

PS: A final thought for today – look at this picture of the best feelings in the world…awesome, eh? :)

Try

I’m a tryer, and I’m never a half-asser. When I care about something or someone, I try really bloody hard, and I will do pretty much anything to do right by that situation/person. I am always (always) the one that makes the effort, that calls/texts/writes, that reaches out to say hi…and it’s bloody exhausting. I do it because people matter to me, and I know how it feels to be forgotten, ignored, and avoided – and I would hate for someone else to feel that way. However, I don’t understand something: why do I care so much about the feelings of others when so many of them aren’t terribly concerned with me and how I am? Why do I try so hard? What does this say about me?

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I read an article online about this concept of trying too hard – here are some excerpts:

Having someone special to love and be loved by is one of our most basic human needs. For some of us, the need for love feels just as essential as our need for oxygen…We want it so much, but love doesn’t always come easy…
We try to make relationships work for a number of reasons. Many of us have been deeply wounded and are trying desperately to get the love and attention we’ve never received. Those of us who don’t know any better fail to recognize the red flags that would alert us to potential dangers and because of that we fall into the trap of becoming attached to someone who is unavailable…We keep trying to fix the relationship or make it right, but the person we’re trying to maintain a connection with continues to do things that keep adding to the hurt and that only deepens our emotional wounds.

We’re trying to make a relationship work anytime we chase after another person. We keep calling or emailing even when they don’t respond. We tolerate and even justify their lack of interest…We try so hard to convince the person whose love we so desperately desire to be with us. But all of these things only make us less attractive in their eyes. In some instances, we keep on trying until the person we’re longing for eventually does something hurtful just to be mean or to finally get rid of us.

There will be times when our efforts to connect with another person are not working and we may then we find ourselves experiencing all kinds of painful emotions. Many of us keep trying harder to make things work. We need to be willing to let go if the other person doesn’t return our calls, respond to our emails or is being hurtful. 

Flakiness is also the result of people’s unwillingness to experience their true feelings and face their issues. Parts of the self fail to grow or mature when people go through their lives avoiding the feelings and issues that they don’t want to deal with. People who shut down or fragment emotionally lose touch with themselves. These fragmented parts of the self tend to become very incongruent and that’s why many people don’t know what they truly want or need. People who are not being present to themselves cannot be truly present for anyone else.The incongruencies we encounter in others can make it very difficult for us to know where people are coming from or what their intentions are. People say they will call or meet up with us and then they don’t. We start to form attachments with someone we have spent time with and they just disappear. Those of us who truly want to connect often reach out in our attempt to maintain the connection. It’s okay to reach out a time or two, but we also need to be willing to let go when someone doesn’t respond to an email or answer a phone call. 

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I know it’s kind of New Age-y and probably a bit too hippie-ish for me to really get on board with, but there is some truth there. It is great to reach out to those around us, to try to build connections and relationships and forge bonds with our fellow man (and woman, haha)…but there comes a time when we need to say enough. Relationships with other people exist because of the back-and-forth between them, and when there is no reciprocity, no back and forth (it’s either all back or all forth, if you know what I mean), then there is no relationship. All that remains is one person who really cares and is trying, and one who doesn’t much give a shit. And that is sad. It’s hard to know when you’ve done all that you can and it’s time to let go, but…that time certainly does come. How do you know when it is that time, though? I wish I knew the answer to that one – I never seem to know when it’s time to go. I fear that I’m like that girl that is still dancing by herself in the middle of the dance floor at the end of the party – you know the one who should have gone home hours ago? Yeah, her. I wonder if that is me. Hmm….

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Anyway – if you are like me, the one who tries really hard…hang in there, friend. Keep on being your magnificent self, and someday we will find people and friends who do appreciate our efforts. :) I promise. :) If you are a person who is presently trying to avoid and ignore someone in the hopes that they will go away – be nice, be kind and thoughtful in your words and actions…and don’t hurt those around you who just want to care about you and be part of your life. I’m telling you – they mean well. So, be kind. After all, we’re all just trying our best. :)

xxx

 

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Spooky

I had a terrible fright last evening, and I feel it is my duty as your intrepid writer/friend to share my cautionary tale with you. I don’t tell you this because I want your pity or I want you to celebrate me and my bravery, because it’s not about how courageous I was (but let me tell you, there were feats of bravery and strength exhibited tonight that would have brought many mere mortals to their very knees) – I just want you to know that sometimes heroes walk amongst us…so keep your eyes open, for heroes aren’t always easy to spot when they don’t wear capes and underwear on top of their day-glo colored tights. Heroes are everywhere, I promise.  :)

My evening began innocently enough, with an absolutely delightful dinner at Mimi’s Cafe. I had the French Onion Soup, Chicken Madeira Crepes, and a Mini Bread Pudding for dessert – it was a FANTASTIC meal! :-) Here’s my entrée:

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Following this extremely promising beginning to the evening, I made my way to the movie theatre and took my seat. The preview trailers were great – I wanted to see all of them! They showed ‘The Purge’, which has a very cool premise: A family living in a gated community fights to defend their home against vicious attackers during the one night each year when all crime is legal in this high-concept thriller from writer\director James DeMonaco (Staten Island). In the not-too-distant future, rampant crime and prison overcrowding has inspired the U.S. government to implement a unique solution to restore the peace: Each year, for a 12 hour period, any and all crime becomes permissible as police put their jobs on hold, and hospitals close their doors. It’s called “The Purge, and remarkably, the annual event leads to drastically reduced crime and record low unemployment throughout the rest of the year. This year, as suburban parents James (Ethan Hawke) and Mary (Lena Headey) place their home on lockdown for the annual event, a desperate man finds his way into their neighborhood while fleeing a sadistic gang of masked killers. In a moment of compassion, James and Mary’s adolescent son (Max Burkholder) unlocks the door, offering sanctuary to the frightened stranger. Unfortunately for the entire family, that act of kindness may also be his very last, because now the killers who were pursuing the man have surrounded the house, and vowed to kill everyone inside unless they are willingly given the man they are hunting within an hour. As the clock begins to tick, the family faces a difficult dilemma – do they sacrifice the life of one man in hopes of saving themselves, or attempt to stand their ground until The Purge expires? I know it’s not the most believable of scenarios, but it does look like quite a lot of suspenseful fun. :-)

The next preview was for “Now You See Me”, which looked really great – here’s the trailer, and the synopsis: The Four Horsemen, a magic super-group led by the charismatic Michael Atlas (Jesse Eisenberg), perform a pair of high-tech magic shows, first astonishing audiences by robbing a bank on another continent, and then exposing a white-collar criminal and funneling his millions into the audience members’ bank accounts.FBI Special Agent Dylan Hobbs (Mark Ruffalo) is determined to make the magicians pay for their crimes—and to stop them before they pull off what promises to be an even more audacious heist. But he is forced to partner with Alma Vargas (Melanie Laurent), an Interpol detective about whom he is instantly suspicious. Out of desperation he turns to Thaddeus Bradley (Morgan Freeman), a famed magic debunker, who claims the bank heist was accomplished using disguises and video trickery. One thing Dylan and Alma agree on is that the Horsemen must have an outside point person, and that finding him (or her) is key to ending the magicians’ crime spree. Could it be Thaddeus? Or Alma? Or maybe, magic?As pressure mounts and the world awaits the Horsemen’s spectacular final trick, Dylan and Alma race to find an answer. But it soon becomes painfully clear that staying one step ahead of these masters of illusion is beyond the skills of any one man—or woman.

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Even the trailer for the J.J. Abrams-helmed “Star Trek” movie looked good (although I am likely to deny that I ever said that) – in other words, the movie experience began really positively. But then things went terribly, terribly wrong.

The feature presentation started, and I was prepared for a good old-fashioned silly giggle. Instead, I was witness to the worst piece of shit (POS) that’s ever been on the big screen. I bet you’re curious what I saw, aren’t you? I will tell you, but please don’t judge me. I saw “Scary Movie V”. I know. The first one was quite funny, and that was the last one I saw…so I figured this one would be a laugh, too. It wasn’t. I’ve never been tempted to walk out of a movie theatre before, but I nearly did last night – it was that bloody awful. The best part of the movie was the first five minutes with Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan totally taking the piss out of themselves – but after that, good Christ, things went so wrong. As I walked out of the theatre, I actually couldn’t quit laughing – not because the movie was funny (it so wasn’t), but because I thought it was hilarious that I was brave enough to sit through it (told you that heroes are amongst us and I’m one of them)…and, the poor soul who had chosen the movie felt every form of awful I think for picking such a stinker. I didn’t care in the least – it was a laugh, alright…just not quite how the people behind the movie intended. :)

I hope that you will heed my advice, dear friends, and stay the hell away from “Scary Movie V” – I will gladly take the bullet for you and keep you safe from that stinking pile of drivel. If you do go and see it, consider yourself warned…and be very, very afraid.

Now be careful out there. ;)

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In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

It’s bright and early in the morning, and I’m awake. There’s something so special about being up at this time of day – the sounds of the silence especially. When there is nothing else to look at, to listen to or be distracted by, you can easily slip into the kind of thinking that we all need to do from time to time. You can take a moment or two to yourself, and quietly figure out the answers to the questions that are on your mind. If you have decisions to make, you can try them on for size in peace and privacy, since most folks aren’t up at this time anyway, and nobody will judge you. You can put aside the wishes and agendas of the rest of the world, and just think for yourself. It’s a glorious thing to be awake in the wee small hours of the morning…if you haven’t tried it lately, you ought to. :)

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I had a conversation with someone recently that I would like to tell you about. Someone I know was offered an incredible job opportunity – exciting work, undoubtedly rewarding position, tons of dough, seemed a pretty good deal. However, the position was turned down. You know why? Because it would require a relocation away from family, friends, and loved ones, and it would mean all sorts of sacrifices on having much of a personal life. Also, the job would come with a ton of stress and pressure – and this smart, sweet soul instead chose happiness. They decided to turn the job down and instead chose to keep doing what they’re doing – because it makes them happy. Isn’t that fantastic???! Not many of us would have the courage to turn down a great job opportunity and a significant payday because we value happiness and quality of life. I would like to think that I would – but I also struggle with the importance of money and what a lot of money could mean for the Wee One and I and our life together. I was really impressed by this…aren’t you? Not enough of us are brave enough to choose happiness – I wish I was, but I’m not so sure I am.

What does happiness look like to you? Is it having all of the material possessions you could possibly want, or are you more of a streamlined person who needs only the basics to feel fulfilled? Does your version of happy-town look like something from ‘Leave It To Beaver’, or are you more non-traditional? I used to think that happiness involved having lots of ‘stuff’ – it doesn’t…you actually need very little to be happy, it seems. I also thought that having the picture perfect family would lead to happiness – but I realized over time that there is no such thing as the picture perfect family…it doesn’t exist. For me these days, happiness comes in the imperfections, the things that aren’t stereotypically great but work magnificently for me – my beautiful Wee One and the happy times that we share, the great things that I get to do every day at my job, my wonderful friends that enrich my life in ways that I can’t possibly describe, and the buckets full of love and affection that I receive from those around me. That’s pretty much all that I require to feel happy. Sure, having some cool stuff around to make life easier would be happy (a new car, a trip to Bali to recharge my mind and soul, a new car, a maid and a handyman to deal with all of the things at my house that need doing – hey, maybe the handyman could help me carry the love seat down the stairs that I’m going to attempt to do this week??!? Hmm… ;) ), but I don’t need those things. What I do need are my Wee One, people around that I care about that I can have fun with, and love. Lots and lots of love. :)

See the kinds of things you think about in the wee small hours of the morning? :) All roads lead back to love, friends…I guess I’m just a romantic at heart. :)

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Forever Young

As you know if you’re a regular Pretty Thing reader, I’m 39 years old – it was my birthday last week. I like to think that I’m a pretty young 39 – I try to look as young as possible, I don’t wear old lady clothes much (and my fab lingerie is as far away from granny panties as you can get!), and I try to keep my ear to the ground about the latest trends in fashion, music, and entertainment. However, there are some things I’m such a grown up about – and apparently those things are non-negotiable for me. Let me explain.

Do you know the expression ‘If you can’t piss with the big dogs, don’t cock your leg’? It’s one of my favorites – I am pretty much always up for a good time, so when it comes to pissing, my leg is nearly always cocked and ready (metaphorically speaking, of course) – but there are times when it’s just nice to stay home. And relax. And do nothing. And it’s GREAT! That probably makes me old, right? I can’t keep up with my girlfriends who are out carousing until all hours of the night 6 nights a week, staying out until 4:00am every night and abusing their livers like it was a bloody Olympic sport. I work all day, I begin work VERY early in the morning, I put in long hours…and I fear I’d be up on charges for assaulting a co-worker or a student if I got that little sleep, night after night. It would damn near kill me! Does that make me old? Probably. There’s also the whole ‘responsibility’ thing to consider – I do a lot of stuff during the day, and the bulk of it is quite important. If I wasn’t at my best and brightest, I would probably make careless mistakes (or do nothing at all but nap under my desk – I’ve done it a couple times over the years, I’m mildly ashamed to admit) – and I’m not exactly sure how behavior like that would allow me to keep my job. It wouldn’t. So, pissing with the young dogs every night isn’t a viable option for me – instead, I guess I stay home most of the time, and be old – and leave my carousing for the weekends. And you know what? I think I’m okay with that. :)

Another thing that shows my age is my obsession with manners. I loathe ill-mannered behavior like you wouldn’t believe. I also value punctuality, reliability, and keeping your word. I believe that if you say you will do something, then you need to do it – it’s as simple as that. This, too, likely puts me at odds with the young, hip, loosey-goosey young folks of today, but…that’s who I am. If you tell me that you will call me when you’re finished doing what you’re doing, then I will expect that phone to ring – and be cross as hell if it doesn’t. If you say that we will get together and do something on a certain day, then I will be absolutely ready and raring to go with a cute outfit and inappropriate footwear – and I will also be disappointed as hell (as in small child levels of disappointment) if somehow you forget, or our plans don’t work out. (NOTE: I’m fine when things come up – extenuating circumstances and all of that jazz…but when we don’t spend time together because you simply ‘forgot’??! Yeah, hell no. That won’t fly with me at all.) I believe in things like calling if you’re going to be late, showing up at least five minutes early – and calling sometimes just to say hi. I believe that when we are polite with the world, the world will be nice and polite to us…and I sure want that, don’t you???! :) A few years ago, the lovely Mr. Tim Gunn wrote a book entitled ‘Gunn’s Golden Rules: Life’s Little Lessons For Making It Work’, and I absolutely love it! :) Tim talks a lot about manners and etiquette, and said the following:  I see a terrible erosion of respectful behavior. I also wanted to send the message, which is at the core of the book, to take the high road. No matter how much strife and consternation you face, no matter how much you want to shout and scream, take the high road. If you want to write an angry e-mail, write it but don’t send it. It’s based on my experience that whenever I have acted out in some manner, I have always regretted it. When I’ve taken the high road, I’ve never regretted it. Sage words of advice, eh? I know – Mr. Tim Gunn is magnificent. :) It’s true, though – take the high road, be respectful, have good manners…it matters. Especially to an old fogey like me. ;)

 

I like to have balance in my life these days – I used to be such a creature of extremes, but that has changed over the years. I work every single day at keeping things between the lines, and yet it doesn’t come naturally to me. I fight a constant struggle to not pick up and move somewhere else on a whim, and I have to focus every day on not running away to join the circus (I haven’t worked out what my act will be yet, but I’m currently open for suggestions). For me, those kinds of things feel natural – and working on living a balanced, steady life is rather strange – but I’m trying. I need to have people around who aren’t going to disappear for a while, off chasing the Grateful Dead (haha) or whoever the kids are following around the country these days. (If you say it’s One Direction, I’m going to make my way to the nearest corner, fart some dust, and lament my advanced age) Does seeking (and craving) this type of stability make me old? Probably. Again – oh well. :)

I find myself drawn to people of all ages (one of my new favorite friends is 27 and I LOOOOOVE her!!!) - I don’t often notice how old someone is, and frankly, I’m terrible at guessing people’s ages anyway. I know people who are in their mid 50s but look younger than I do (and yes, I agree – those people are total assholes)…and I know those in their late 20s who look 40-something (not mentioning any names, Lindsay Lohan). I think that when you build connections with people, you are drawn to their personalities, their interests, their sparkles – and not what year they were born. At least I hope that is the case – I would hate to be judged as being simply that ‘almost-40-year-old-bag’! ;)

Does age matter to you, or is it just a number? What things do you value in people, friends? :)

xxx

Happy Birthday To Me!

Happy Birthday to me! :) I was officially 39 yesterday, and I had a great day! :) My office was decorated for me in the morning, I received a ton of lovely messages, cards, and presents from people…I feel so loved! :) Thank you to all of you! MWWWAAAHHH!!!! :)

I want to tell you about a pub here in San Antonio that I recently visited – it’s called Waxy O’Connor’s, and it is AWESOME! :) The atmosphere absolutely can’t be beat, the beverages were perfect (and I tried a few!), and the food was fabulous! :) I had an appetizer (three cheese and spinach dip made with flakes of gold and the tears of angels) that was so delicious and filling that I never quite got around to ordering my main course…perhaps next time! :) I definitely hope to go back – I really, really had a great time there! :) Fun fact: I was introduced to one of the servers, who asked me pretty much as soon as she laid eyes on me – “Do you speak French?’” Rather random, I thought, but I answered her and said that I did. She said, “Yeah, I know – you were my teacher!” I hardly recognized her – but when she said her name, I remembered her…in my defence, she does have blue/green hair now, so I’m sure I can be forgiven for not recognizing her immediately. :) She was just as sweet and charming as I remembered her to be, and I was happy to hear that she was studying Fashion Design, which I remembered as being a big interest of hers. It’s always so cool to run in to former students of mine – truthfully, I am beyond flattered and pretty much over the moon that they remember me at all. :) Another cool thing? Today, my Facebook has been blowing up with friends and family posting sweet birthday messages to me – including so many of my former students. :) I hope that they know how much that all means to me and how great I think that they are! :) Awesome! :)

My dear friend at work decorated my office for me yesterday, brought in cake in the afternoon, and had a party for me at work – SO NICE! :) Here are some pictures! :)

 

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My office! :)

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My office! :)

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Best cake ever! :)

After work, I went with a few friends from work and my Wee One for a lovely dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse – I had the BEST time! :) I ordered the rainbow trout (which I loooooove), and we had such a good time together. The staff knew it was my birthday (might have been the ‘Birthday Babe’ button I was wearing…you push it and it played the song ‘Hot Stuff’ – I kind of love it a lot and want to keep wearing it daily! ;) ) After dinner, they arrived with vanilla bean ice cream….take a look! :) image

After dinner, I went home for a bit, and then popped out to Starbucks for a pink drink (which is me-speak for a Very Berry Hibiscus refresher) – and ended up meeting a friend for a couple of drinks to close out my birthday. She’d never had Canadian beer before, so I took it upon myself to introduce her to some! :) We, of course, had a Molson Canadian (it was my birthday, after all!), and then we had a Moosehead (a perfectly decent Canadian beer) – I had lots of fun with her, and was so happy that we went! :) Yaaa! :) She went in to the ladies potty at the bar and saw a chalkboard on the wall…look what she wrote below! :)

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Not taken last night, but a Molson Canadian nonetheless! :)

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Yaaa!!!!! :)

All in all, it was a GREAT birthday! :) One of the best – yaaa! :) I am right in love with being 39 so far…let’s hope it continues! :) I woke up early this morning with a hell of an earache, so…today is considerably more mellow. However, as aged as I am (hardy-har-har)…perhaps mellow is good. :)

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My California

Last night the season finale of “Californication” was on Showtime…and it was a good one. This season has felt kinda weird to me – Hank has been in a pseudo-relationship with professional rock musician muse Faith, but…it never felt authentic to me. Mind you, the actress who played her – Maggie Grace – is so unbelievably gorgeous that I probably would enter a pseudo-relationship with her tomorrow if I had the chance! Girlfriend is smokin’ hot – wowza! The thing with she and Hank just didn’t feel right, though, and I always felt like the writers put her there so that Hank would realize that he was just passing time until he made his way back to Karen (the long-suffering baby momma)…and hopefully he will. Some people argue that giving Hank and Karen a happy ending would be the beginning of the end of that show, but I really don’t think so – I am sure that them trying to make things work would have a lot of legs (largely due to the fact that Hank is the conductor of the Hot Mess Express)…but what do I know??!

 

At the end of the show (no spoilers here), a song played over the final scenes…and that friggin’ song about ripped my heart out, no joke. I was cuddled up in bed watching it, and before I knew it, my eyes were full of a strange moisture and I was blinking furiously, trying to preserve my dignity in front of Pickles the cat (don’t laugh, she can be such a judgmental bitch when she wants to be). I looked it up online (how the hell did we ever survive pre-Google??!), here it is – it’s called ‘My California’ by Beth Hart:

Calling California, is there anybody home
Hello California, won’t you please pick up the phone
I wanna say I love you, but I’m a million miles away
I am thinking of you, I miss you and L.A

For you and you alone
I’ll lay my monsters down
we’ll watch the sun come up over California
For you and you alone
I’ll find my way back home
I love you like the sun loves California
My California

I have made you suffer, left you waiting in the rain
While I was chasing demons in the deserts of my pain
You know me better than the poison in my veins
So my love, remember, when God forgets my name

For you and you alone
I’ll lay my monsters down
I’ll watch the sun come up over California
For you and you alone
I’ll find my way back home
I love you like the sun loves California
My California

I wanna feel the ocean breeze
Let the waves wash over me
I’ll leave my winters in the sand
Hey California, California

For you and you alone
I’ll lay my monsters down
we’ll watch the sun come up over California
For you and you alone
I’ll find my way back home
and I love you like the sun loves California

California
My California
My California
My California

 

Beautiful, right? The part where she says For you and you alone / I’ll lay my monsters down just kills me…we all have monsters, regardless of how much we try to ignore them – for some of us, those monsters are distant memories of the stupid decisions we made in our youth…and, for others, those monsters are hairy, fire-breathing creatures that lurk behind every doorway we cross…and they torment us every day. Sometimes, our monsters take the shape of dreams that we have long held on to, where people have been cast aside as casualties of us chasing those desires – and other times, the monsters that plague us are ourselves, our own self-sabotaging self-doubt that hinders any progress we could ever hope to make. However, every once in a while, someone will come around who is something really special (a magical unicorn, if you will)…and that special person and their love will be enough for you to put your monsters down, to close the door on them once and for all as you loudly tell them to bugger off, allowing you to give happiness a chance. Perhaps on the show, Karen is Hank’s magical unicorn – and maybe he is hers. If you are lucky enough to have a magical unicorn in your life, do yourself a favor and lay your monsters down for them – I’m certain that the payoff will be huge, highly rewarding…and exactly what you need. :)

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Family Portrait

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Happy Sunday, friends!  How has your weekend been? Mine has been great, and busy! I’ve had family from Canada here this week, so we’ve been out and about doing stuff…and it’s been awesome! :-) On Friday, we went down to the Riverwalk, saw some sights and did some walking, and had dinner at the Hard Rock Café. I had the turkey burger with side salad – SO yummy! ♥ From there, we moseyed upstairs to Howl at the Moon (two weekends in a row! I’m fixin’ to be a regular!) – it was fabulous as usual! :-) The music was SO great, everyone there is every shade of awesome…it’s fantastic! I had to laugh – when we arrived at the door, the promotions manager (who is super nice and fun – and he hooks me up each time I go there) was at the door. He and I greeted each other as we do – hugs and lots of yaa-ing. My family wryly noted that I must go there A LOT as not even Norm and Cliff were so warmly greeted at Cheers, and they were there every day! Heehee! :-) We had a great time, and got a hell of a laugh out of the First Friday pub runners downtown. Every month, on the first Friday, there is a fabulous pub run event  - it begins at Beethoven’s (I was there in February, remember?), and continues throughout the night downtown. This month’s theme was Fiesta, so there were drunken runners dressed in sombreros making their way singing through the streets – it looks like an absolute hoot! :)

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The rest of this weekend has been spent with my family, enjoying the influx of Canucks, and taking it easy. :) My Wee One has been over the moon with the company lately, and really enjoying all of the love and attention that’s been raining down on her. Going back to real life this week is going to be HARD! :(

As the big birthday day approaches (three sleeps to go, friends!), I’m still ready to begin my Picture A Day For A Year project (it was an item from my 50 Things To Do Before I’m 50 list – click here to read the whole list if you’re interested! ;) ) – I will be posting the pictures EVERY DAY over here, so please be sure to check in often, okay? :)

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Before I go…here’s a funny story for you. A couple of months ago, I was sitting in the ophthalmologist’s office watching infomercials (following metal in my eye which is STILL giving me trouble, btw) – they were showing the advertisement for Cindy Crawford’s Meaningful Beauty products, meant to combat the signs of aging. As I watched this, feeling like shit (because Cindy Crawford is so bloody stunning that a mere mortal can’t help but feel like shit in comparison), I decided that I had better give these products a shot. I’m not usually one for ordering from the infomercials (although, there aren’t even words to tell you how badly I want a Flowbee, because that is hilarious, right??!?) – but damn Cindy and her flawless face, she caught me in a moment of weakness. Anyway – I’ve been using it for just over a month now (go ahead, laugh, it’s fine)…and I’m not sure if there’s been any changes, but let’s take a look shall we? Here’s me last June:
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And this is my mug from Friday night:

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Can you see a difference? I’m not sure if I can – but I do have to say that the skin on my face is as soft as a wee baby’s arse, and that has to count for something, right? I know I’m not going to wake up looking like Ms. Crawford tomorrow (or, if I did, it would probably be Joan Crawford instead of Cindy)…but anything that makes my skin feel happy is probably worth it. How about we go with that? ;) Feel free to laugh at my feeble attempts at fending off my impending old age…it’s all good. :-)

Happy Sunday, friends! :) Je vous aime! :)

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