a day in the life...

It's not bad; it's just not yours.

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 18:16:23 -0400

Remember that sour grapes fable? The fox can’t reach the grapes because they’re too high up so he tells himself the grapes are probably nasty anyway. Aesop knows what’s up. Just because something is out of your reach doesn’t mean it’s bad. It just means it isn’t yours. If the grapes are yours, you’ll get them. Otherwise, there’s something else out there for you. Something sweeeeeeet.

Today remind yourself: It’s not bad; it’s just not mine.

ah! this is such a good thing to remember!

"It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew."

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 17:22:00 -0400

“It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.”

- Henry Rollins (via thresca)

good quote - i’ve felt this way a lot (although, i find myself letting go of people much easier than i used to). but anyway, i think henry rollins is great regardless.

less is more

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:29:55 -0400

less sitting, more living.

weekend goals were about 50% accomlished. i met new people, found a new book but haven’t started it (jimmy buffet! exactly what i am in the mood for!), did some cleaning (even the dog!), grocery shopped, paid bills, filled the tank and i forget what else. mildly productive/relaxing weekend - good for what’s coming this week.

for those things left unaccomplished, they will have to wait. with the awful heat this weekend, i couldn’t even stomach the idea of getting a cup of coffee. the place probably doesn’t have a/c anyway. when i was looking up tattoo shops, i realized that i am a total idiot. there’s no way i would have been able to get inked this weekend because i am teaching camp this coming week. not only would a new tattoo leave a bandage on my arm and unwanted Qs to go with it, i wouldn’t be able to swim or be in the sun. the upside of this is that it leaves me with something to do next weekend. except for the first of the four i have now, all my tattoos have turned out larger than i originally planned…which leaves me wondering about this next one, heh heh. we’ll see though. i am thinking the size of a deck of cards - and it seems nearly impossible to me for it to be any larger, especially with the choice of where to put it. i’ll post a pic after it’s done. there will be no turning back after this sucker, but that makes me so excited.

this is gotten much longer than the four words i originally intended for it to be, and it’s also much later than when i wanted to go to bed. oops!

"Men don’t realize that if we’re sleeping with them on the first date, we’re probably not interested..."

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 23:18:49 -0400

“Men don’t realize that if we’re sleeping with them on the first date, we’re probably not interested in seeing them again either.”

- Chelsea Handler (via whateverlolawants)

perhaps more guys need to see this…and be glad when they date a girl who doesn’t (instead of quickly trading her for one who does).

this is moo - she was pretty awesome. kids screamed with...

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:18:32 -0400

this is moo - she was pretty awesome. kids screamed with laughter when she climbed in my vest pockets. poor rats and their short life spans.

awesome jeans for $10 = love of my life. expanding the wardrobe quite a bit in the past couple...

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:41:18 -0400

awesome jeans for $10 = love of my life.

expanding the wardrobe quite a bit in the past couple months…which means weeding out the things that never see the light of day. i’m going through every drawer, shelf, rack, pile, etc. and separating into “yes” and “maybe.” then exerting some serious effort to pick through the “maybes.” i might have to find a bigger thrift store box…

it’s a sunny friday afternoon. peacin’ out early,...

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 14:42:53 -0400

it’s a sunny friday afternoon. peacin’ out early, kidz.

f-u-n agenda

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 13:43:23 -0400

things i want to do this weekend:
+ go to chestnut hill coffee company
+ get some tattoo info (which will likely require a trip into center city - omg)
+ pick blueberries
+ get some sun
+ start a new book
+ meet new people
+ make a peach blueberry pie (?!)

things i don’t necessarily want to do but need to do anyway:
+ go grocery shopping
+ pay bills (the worst)
+ take wheeler to get her nails cut (always a hassle)
+ put a full tank of (far too expensive) gas in my car
+ clean my bathroom, kitchen and living room

…did i ever mention that i love lists? well i do.

wtf

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:29:59 -0400

it just got crazy windy outside.

Read, Think, Live

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 23:21:00 -0400

I have been waiting until I finished Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love to write a rant about this piece I stumbled upon when I was searching online for the titles to her other works.

I did not read the original Post editorial to which this was referring, but I don’t think I needed to. What was said in this article was enough. I finished the book at the beginning of the week, but as I read it, I felt like I was spending time with a best friend. Reading about Gilbert’s trek across the globe to sort through some difficult times in her life and get back to a clear focus on herself didn’t make me feel as though I have to throw myself in the same direction. Although, I think I’ve done that already with my trip to Costa Rica a couple of summers ago (but I certainly wouldn’t snub another chance).

The point is, I don’t think there is anything wrong about this woman’s journey. While she traveled in search of finding peace within herself and discovering her new place in this world, she learned of and appreciated other cultures. I think there is nothing but praise for that. It takes a lot of courage to travel alone and it seems as though she used it as the best growing experience possible. And to say she needs to “get over” herself - this book is basically an autobiography of a year of her life! What more is she supposed to write about? It is a story of her journey toward figuring out her life.

The bottom line is, the experiences she had and wrote about are many that people can turn to and also learn from. She no more Westernized any of the cultures she encountered than anyone else already has. How many people already practice yoga, enjoy italian food and a good glass of wine or eat vegetarian meals? She followed what was calling her. Any person can do exactly the same in his or her life, no matter what it is - we all need some sort of detox now and then. And as I read the novel, nowhere did I read the words “This exact experience is for everyone.” If anyone needs to get over herself, I’d say it’s the woman bashing the novel…is someone a little bitter, perhaps?

"As humans, after all, we become that which we seek."

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:58:01 -0400

“As humans, after all, we become that which we seek.”

- Elizabeth Gilbert, Stern Men

pizza coma

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:20:05 -0400

i’ve developed an interesting new issue - “pizza coma.” the past two times i have eaten pizza (and i rarely eat it, along with bread and most other heavy carbs except for spaghetti or the occasional bagel) I SLEEP. and not just a little nap. i’m talking like, hardcore knocked-the-heck-out for a solid two hours. jeeze.

Sea of Texts

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 12:08:35 -0400

ellegant:

I’m beginning to think that the world of text messages and instant communication through the web is making me lose my people skills.

Yesterday, upon texting a (semi) ex-boyfriend, my phone rang. It was him. I was so shocked that he’d actually chosen to call rather than text that I stalled for four rings until realizing that maybe I should pick up.

I did. We talked. I went back to class.

But it got me thinking. Have I drowned in the world of technology so much so that I now have issues talking on the phone? Even with close friends, unless either parties are spilling a long, detailed story, we usually opt for texts over actual conversations. Even the T-Mobile rep whom I spoke to the other day while paying a bill pointed it out to me.

“Wow, someone hasn’t been using their minutes now, have they?” she asked.

I laughed and professed my addiction to texting. Thank God for that unlimited plan.

What’s funny is, when meeting a new guy, I hate when he decides to text rather than call. Maybe it’s just me, but it gives off the impression that he doesn’t care enough to go out of his way, that he’s got some sort of boundary or wall put up that will eventually come out into the open. And since I’ve given up on playing games (which pretty much cuts out dating), I choose not to deal with it.

I’m thinking I might need an intervention…with myself.

Totally. Agree. And same thing with dating people, too. I met one of those text-happy guys. Bad news, that one. “Text me when you get here and I’ll come out and meet you;” “I’ll text you when I’m on my way home;” “I’ll text you and we can make plans” which, of course, is also done via text messaging. And then when he decided things weren’t going his way, did I get a phone call? Of course not. I got a text. Saying that he was going to write me a letter. Are you kidding?! So I sent a text back…saying don’t bother.

sigh

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 21:37:32 -0400

this scene is gettin’ a little old. where are the people who have a little more life in them? we’re not 90 yet kids!!! wake the eff up!

Remooable is Beautiful...

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 12:59:18 -0400

Remooable is Beautiful cards help build a new farm methane project on a Pennsylvania family dairy farm, putting that ubiquitous farm resource to a new use and helping family farms stay as family farm.

if only...

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 10:42:56 -0400

i wish everytime some stupid piece of technical/electrical equipment (like my psychotic office printer) malfunctioned and i yelled “why are you doing this?!” it would actually give me a reasonable answer.

minor epiphany

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 13:54:57 -0400

i’m sitting on my roof, as i like to do whenever it is nice, and reading. i’m amidst elizabeth gilbert’s journey to india, learning about her struggle with her mantra. then she feels it - the blue electricity pulsing through her body.

i, too, suddenly realize something about yoga - this roof where i am sitting this very second would be the perfect place for practicing. my builing is relatively small as apartment buildings are considered - i’ve heard it was a homeopathic hospital after a war, a structure built in the 1800s. whatever the history, there is a great little piece of roof just beyond my kitchen window. it’s a level lower than me, but access simply requires stepping onto the balcony railing and hopping down. why didn’t i think of this before? i used to practice yoga almost daily - then i broke my wrist when i had the crazy idea last winter that i could be uber alternative and learn to snowboard. oops. the view is nice, too, for the city. the yard is very green with lots of old trees. it can be really relaxing.

now i have an idea brewing…

scout: you should view this large this looks like happiness

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:24:00 -0400

scout:

you should view this large

this looks like happiness

seriously???

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 13:45:58 -0400

it’s only 2 o’clock?! slowest friday afternoon of my life.

it's always understood this time of year

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 09:48:17 -0400

this morning i felt super nostalgic for some reason. maybe it was the chilly morning breeze that woke me up, causing me to sleepily reach for the down comforter pushed to the corner of my bed. it could have been. or maybe it was later, when i was watching the morning news and good morning america, something i did every morning the first three weeks i was at my new job, living in the intern bedroom at work because my apartment wasn’t ready yet. it was early autumn - a gateway to my favorite time of year. the opening music to our local news station reminds me of the cadence of a marching band - something also iconically autumn, hand-in-hand with cool weather and football games. just hearing that sound, i can smell crisp air and falling leaves. it could have been the music as well.

cue this time of year, by better than ezra: “well there’s a feeling in the air/
just like a friday afternoon…” and then follow it with every better than ezra song i am so attached to, reminding me of the million memories of all my favorite times with friends.

when it comes down to it, i think it’s always the music. through the good and the bad, the music is always there. funny, but doesn’t it seem like music is everything we always want a good boyfriend to be? we make great memories with it, and then it reminds us of them. it gives us an outlet for anger, a reason to be happy, comfort when we’re sad. no matter the time, the place or the situation, there’s a song to go with it. every moment of every day, we are making the soundtracks to our lives.