Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I still have one week to go at my current position. After that, I will be a free bird. I have many thoughts as this approaches: yay, a break!; Oh sh*t, what now?; the dryer lint tray will finally get cleaned!; how do people live without $$?; do I have what it takes to get the very best job ever?; don't settle for less...; the economy sucks right now; have faith. Things like that rolling around.
Monday, January 19, 2009
When he came back, I explained that I did not want to have food in my teeth for my visit with him. He said he understood but acknowledged that it was better to have food in your teeth than to pass out on his chair. He began poking in my mouth and about 2 minutes later he said, "You know..........., you could just brush before you come."
Smiling to myself, I muttered, "You're brilliant!"
Without missing a beat he said, "Must be all those years at university."
Maybe it was the Novocaine, but at the time, it was hilarious. Funny how some things just dawn on ya.
If you would like to spend some quality time with my dentist he can be reached at:
Vahid G. Hagee, D.D.S.
1669 Lockbourne Road
Columbus, Ohio 43207
He has a gentle spirit and is willing to answer all questions. And, boy can I ask questions! He suggested that the dental industry may be in my future. Who knows?!
Don't you want to love your teeth? Group hug!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wouldn't it be great if we could all just play around and not care what others think? I find, that even though people think I am not shy, I feel quite modest and reserved at times especially when it comes to expression. It is my goal to let more of me out in the future-- why the heck not?
Oh and I love the beat and tempo of this song, it makes you want to jump up and shake it! By the way, there are many videos of people on Youtube dancing to this song-- men, women, big, small and even babies.
Beyonce, Single Ladies
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It also reminds me that I am a very physical being. I experience my world through touch and connect to people, places and things tactily. As I become more and more cerebral, I am reminded not to lose "touch" with my physical side. Increasing physicalness can take many forms: walking the stairs at work, playing in the snow, participating in tag games, doing crunches, massaging others, hugging friends, welcoming handshakes, pick up your step from place to place, stretching, etc.
It is interesting to me that I need to remind myself about what I consider my true nature. I suppose we all lose ourselves at times. Sometimes a picture or a circumstance can awaken us as we view ourselves from the outside in. Thanks Lou!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
She wanted to shop for said friend at the thrift store. Now a few facts would be helpful here as you ponder with me:
1. Alea loves to thrift shop. Most times she gets her own cart, peruses the isles with reckless abandon and finds herself some sweet (as she says) pieces. Joy emanates from her. And, getting a bargain makes it even sweeter. She totally gets that she can purchase way more, for way less. She is quite the shopper. She never fails to spot a "so me" item on the rack and insists that I give these things a try and truth be told she is never far off. Sometimes the sizes don't work or she picks something that doesn't suit my color scheme, but all in all, she is an asset in the shopping department.
2. OK, back to the birthday situation. Alea attends school and has many friends from New Albany (a suburb of Columbus). It is fair to say that my kids witness true wealth when they go to visit their friends from school. On the whole, they have not come home whining about what other kid's have and what we are lacking (Lord knows I am grateful for that). I also realize that wealth is a relative concept here. It is not my desire to stereotype here. I am only recognizing that there is most definitely a difference in economic class.
3. Alea would like nothing better than to share her joy of thrift shopping with her friend. She argued sensibly that her friend likes the very jeans she was donning and THEY were from the thrift store. I can follow her logic her after all, I purchase most of my clothes from the thrift store.
4. When Alea told her friend where she purchased these fine jeans she did not know what a thrift store was-- the concept was totally out of the realm of her experience.
So, I explained to Alea, under most circumstances, you don't give someone a birthday gift that is considered used, unless it is a special item from your own collection that you want to share, like a family heirloom......
In general, for a birthday celebration, you make a purchase from a traditional store or make something that is a gift from your heart.
I must admit, I have conflicting values here and a limited ability to explain this dilemma within. I would not have thought it would be hard for me to express the why behind here-- but in truth, I believe any gift given from the heart is of value-- no matter where it is purchased.
One year my sister DeeDee asked for clothing for her birthday since she was giving up her deaf interpreting gig (you mostly wear black or other plain dark colors). I asked her if she minded me shopping at the thrift store for her because I could do some real damage that way. She said she did not mind. It was so fun! I felt free to buy a few items that may be considered absolute finds or may be considered clunkers. I did not feel like I bought the farm. I know for a fact that I picked out some jeans that she wore until they became thread bare-- jeans that she probably would not have picked out for herself.
I suppose I am worried that a gift from the thrift store may appear cheap or may be unappreciated in the circles of New Albany or worse, us becoming labelled as the poor family, when really, the whole idea came from the joy of the hunt.
I did offer Alea the option to invite her friend on a shopping spree at the thrift store to share in the experience. Of course, I am about to work my last day, heading into the land of layoff, so calling it a spree may be a bit misleading. The girls may have to make selections, keep within a budget and make hard decisions about what to purchase and what to leave behind. But, even that is a wonderful lesson in life (may even make those items purchased feel more special).
Anyway, I am curious to how others may see this opportunity.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I have placed, "A Year in Pictures" to the right. I better keep my camera charged up and ready to go........
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
I had the pleasure of having lunch with an old friend (not old to look at, but old in the sense that we have not seen each other in 18 years). The conversation was reminiscent and engaging. The food was palatable and time passed too quickly.
As lunch came to a close, we wished each other well and he asked me to wait a minute while he retrieved a gift for me, or for my son Quinn, from the car. Needless to say that piqued my interest, "What could he be giving that would interest either Quinn or I?". He came back with a bag with a bulky item in it. As I peered in he asked, "You know what that is .....?". I said, "An Irish sweater! Is this one my mom made?" He said, "Yes."
Emotions flooded me as I remembered my mom's hands working the knitting needles. Remembering the love she put into such things. I hugged the sweater and hugged him next. He gave some lame reason for giving it up like he has gained weight or something like that, I appreciate the thoughtfulness behind the intention. What my friend did not realize is how much this gift would mean to me at this particular time.
As for my mom, you just never know when she will show up.