February 16, 2007
A serious "The way I see it..."
People give up on relationships too easily lately. Take it from the cynical...it isn't easy to find in the first place. So when you hear about the ridiculously increased divorce rate, the separations, the infidelity, you have to wonder "why." People should realize the marriage isn't a feeling, it's a decision. And that decision should mean that you are also deciding that in 5 or 10 or 50 years, when the "feeling" is gone, your decision is still forever.
And a lighter one...
There are 52 states and a million words that you can name something. Sushi rolls need to be the same everywhere. Everything really. Meatloaf is meatloaf, right? It doesn't come out a chicken. But in sushi world, a New York roll can be anywhere from salmon skin to a salmon/apple/cream sauce medley. Why should a Rainbow roll alternate fish from sushi bar to sushi bar? Philadelphia roll and Bagel roll...could be the same thing, but i can't guarantee it! Call one a Kansas roll and we'll call it a day.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
When Showers Involved Soap
February 15, 2007
Some things I noticed a while ago, and some inspired by yesterday. So, other than the "obvious" ones like "You're always the third wheel", here we go...
Top 10 Signs that You're Single
- You are thoroughly excited about the new "Anti-Valentine's Day" greeting card section at Target. You then think to yourself "someone should get me this card."
- The only Valentine's Day card you do buy is for your parents. And they don't stock that many of those, so when you shop with a friend, you buy the same one she did.
- You don't find baby stuff cute. You don't "ooh" or "aah" when you walk past the section in my obviously favorite store "Target" but you react to it the same way you react to said "VDAY" section.
- "Lean Cuisine" is your idea of cooking dinner.
- You only unlock half your car with your clicky thing, leaving the rare passenger to bang on the window as a reminder that you have to let them in too.
- You have the supernatural ability to carry all of your groceries in only one trip.
- One bed pillow is much more flattened than the other.
- You think a shower is when you stand under water and get clean. Not where you sit around in a skirt with flowers and pink everywhere, and watch someone else open all the things you can't afford to buy for yourself.
- You feel like all of your married friends are really just playing "house."
- You write blogs like these.
Friday, February 9, 2007
The Way I See It #2
February 9, 2007
Continuing in my attempt to come up with a Starbucks cup-worthy submission...
The way I see it...the world is an unhappier place because our weekends are too short. With 71% devoted to the work week, it leaves only 29% for life outside of stress. Adding just one more day to the weekend takes you from this more than 2:1 ratio, to the 57/43% split. A more weekend'd week, a more peaceful world.
Continuing in my attempt to come up with a Starbucks cup-worthy submission...
The way I see it...the world is an unhappier place because our weekends are too short. With 71% devoted to the work week, it leaves only 29% for life outside of stress. Adding just one more day to the weekend takes you from this more than 2:1 ratio, to the 57/43% split. A more weekend'd week, a more peaceful world.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
I'm Sorry, What?
February 8, 2007
It's a little scary when you do things like brew coffee without the pot, stick your keys in the freezer, be involved in a conversation while hearing nothing that's being said, search everywhere for your sunglasses when the whole time you've had them on your head, can't find the pen you're holding in your hand, dial the wrong persons phone number, can't remember what you wore yesterday, accidentally call your friend by your dog's name, say things and realize that it didn't make any sense, type what you're saying instead of what you're thinking, get lost on a road you've driven a million times before, grab something bare-handed that you know is hot, forget the tune of your favorite song, drop something just because you forget you're holding it, walk into a wall, put something in a "secret" spot and then forget the secret, pour a packet of Equal into your hand instead of your coffee (this being the inspiration for this blog)...
I guess I don't really have anything more to say besides, at what point should you start to worry that you're actually losing you're mind? I have a feeling it has something to do with finding sugar substitute in the palm of your hand, but I can't be sure.
It's a little scary when you do things like brew coffee without the pot, stick your keys in the freezer, be involved in a conversation while hearing nothing that's being said, search everywhere for your sunglasses when the whole time you've had them on your head, can't find the pen you're holding in your hand, dial the wrong persons phone number, can't remember what you wore yesterday, accidentally call your friend by your dog's name, say things and realize that it didn't make any sense, type what you're saying instead of what you're thinking, get lost on a road you've driven a million times before, grab something bare-handed that you know is hot, forget the tune of your favorite song, drop something just because you forget you're holding it, walk into a wall, put something in a "secret" spot and then forget the secret, pour a packet of Equal into your hand instead of your coffee (this being the inspiration for this blog)...
I guess I don't really have anything more to say besides, at what point should you start to worry that you're actually losing you're mind? I have a feeling it has something to do with finding sugar substitute in the palm of your hand, but I can't be sure.
Friday, February 2, 2007
"The Way I See It" Friday
February 2, 2007
This was on my Starbucks cup today:
The Way I See It #160:
"Sixty-nine percent of all problems in relationships are unsolvable. They are about the differences in personality or needs. They never change. When you choose someone, you have inherited the problems you will have for the next 50 years. Unfortunately, we pick people who are not as perfect as we are, so relationships work if you have wound up with perpetual problems you can learn to live with." -Dr. John Gottman, author
Now, for my "the way I see it" of the day/week (we'll see how often I can come up with these)...
It's completely ridiculous that we devote a day to groundhogs. I mean, they really aren't something we should rely on for information of the future. And yet, we devote one day of the year to them, and each year, we tune in and 100% believe, without question, that they hold the answer. They can't even talk, and yet, we're going to trust Phil the GH, or whatever his name is, that winter is or isn't going to last another 6 weeks? I don't even listen to my mother when she tells me things she swears to know, yet I completely trust the shadow of a groundhog. Or, lack there of....
Not as profound as those published on Starbucks cups perhaps...
This was on my Starbucks cup today:
The Way I See It #160:
"Sixty-nine percent of all problems in relationships are unsolvable. They are about the differences in personality or needs. They never change. When you choose someone, you have inherited the problems you will have for the next 50 years. Unfortunately, we pick people who are not as perfect as we are, so relationships work if you have wound up with perpetual problems you can learn to live with." -Dr. John Gottman, author
Now, for my "the way I see it" of the day/week (we'll see how often I can come up with these)...
It's completely ridiculous that we devote a day to groundhogs. I mean, they really aren't something we should rely on for information of the future. And yet, we devote one day of the year to them, and each year, we tune in and 100% believe, without question, that they hold the answer. They can't even talk, and yet, we're going to trust Phil the GH, or whatever his name is, that winter is or isn't going to last another 6 weeks? I don't even listen to my mother when she tells me things she swears to know, yet I completely trust the shadow of a groundhog. Or, lack there of....
Not as profound as those published on Starbucks cups perhaps...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
The Joy of Commercial Free-dom
January 30, 2007
Last week, I had a scare. This, a pathetic, sad, really ridiculous kind of scare, that I'd only ever admit to my 21st century diary...this blog.
After work, I ran to the gym, stopped by the grocery story, and returned home to prepare for my bimonthly Monday night dinner guests. Our weekly itinerary is dinner, The Class (I hyperlink because its great, and you should watch it), chat amongst ourselves until 10, and then, conclude with What About Brian. Dinner usually starts around 8, which means The Class would get missed if not for my savior and yours, DVR. Even better, by doing it this way, we get to fast forward right through those commercials.
But to my dismay, my trusted DVR that I've grown to love like a favorite pet, was broken. Stupid piece of crap (in the nicest way possible, that is).
I never realized how attached I'd grown to the box of bliss. I never realized the freedom it allows me. I can go out, and not have to worry about missing a show. I can peruse the channels, during my favorites, because, its taping, and I can watch it later. And unlike the old school VCR, it tapes multiple shows at a time!
So, in a frenzy, we ate dinner in 5.3 seconds, waited until commercial to brew a pot of coffee, and the very next morning, I called Comcast and begged them to fix it. If I had known they could send a magic signal through the air to make it work, I would have called the night before, and I could have saved myself the anxiety attack and the indigestion.
Someone very wise once said "You never realize what you have until you're about to lose it." Ain't that the truth. But I bet when this was said 473 years ago by some philospher-y person, they didn't realize this would ring true for more than just relationships.
Last week, I had a scare. This, a pathetic, sad, really ridiculous kind of scare, that I'd only ever admit to my 21st century diary...this blog.
After work, I ran to the gym, stopped by the grocery story, and returned home to prepare for my bimonthly Monday night dinner guests. Our weekly itinerary is dinner, The Class (I hyperlink because its great, and you should watch it), chat amongst ourselves until 10, and then, conclude with What About Brian. Dinner usually starts around 8, which means The Class would get missed if not for my savior and yours, DVR. Even better, by doing it this way, we get to fast forward right through those commercials.
But to my dismay, my trusted DVR that I've grown to love like a favorite pet, was broken. Stupid piece of crap (in the nicest way possible, that is).
I never realized how attached I'd grown to the box of bliss. I never realized the freedom it allows me. I can go out, and not have to worry about missing a show. I can peruse the channels, during my favorites, because, its taping, and I can watch it later. And unlike the old school VCR, it tapes multiple shows at a time!
So, in a frenzy, we ate dinner in 5.3 seconds, waited until commercial to brew a pot of coffee, and the very next morning, I called Comcast and begged them to fix it. If I had known they could send a magic signal through the air to make it work, I would have called the night before, and I could have saved myself the anxiety attack and the indigestion.
Someone very wise once said "You never realize what you have until you're about to lose it." Ain't that the truth. But I bet when this was said 473 years ago by some philospher-y person, they didn't realize this would ring true for more than just relationships.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Get Outta Town
January 23, 2007
The gym. A pair of words, once foreign and dirty to me, is now slowly becoming a part of my Mon-Sat routine. With all the excitement of the grand opening of the new Brick Bodies Reisterstown, I started a week early at the older and less testosteroned (girls only) OM location.
I began to remember my terrible, but #2 excuse (next to being downright lazy) of why I hadn't membershipped myself sooner. Perhaps its my own fault for never leaving town. Unless, of course you count Towson. In the first 5.3 seconds of my visit last Monday, I saw 4, count them, 4 people I hadn't layed eyes on since the days of yore. Or, high school.
I have safely avoided excessive contact so far. I had a short conversation which ultimately was not so bad. Acquaintances back in the day with current mutal friends left a tolerable cliche conversation. But the other 3 people who I continue to exchange terribly awkward glances with day to day makes each entrance even more nervewracking than the buff 50-year-old woman next to me lifting twice the weight with half the effort.
But, there is an upside to every downfall. Saturday morning, the new gym finally opened. So, there I am, at the end of my cardio circuit training (used that day only for the purpose of trying every fancy machine they had) when I spotted familiar faces. And although I know that I will eventually get tag teamed into a corner by the pair, I already felt the overwhelming pressure of my new surroundings and was not about to encounter another ounce of added stress.
I found myself trapped. If I got up now, I'd be forced to walk right past them. And, if I walked past them, I know I'd have to stop and chat. Which, for me that day, did not seem like an option. And so, I was forced to cycle on for another 20 minutes until I had a clear path outta there.
It's much easier to hide from people in Target.
The gym. A pair of words, once foreign and dirty to me, is now slowly becoming a part of my Mon-Sat routine. With all the excitement of the grand opening of the new Brick Bodies Reisterstown, I started a week early at the older and less testosteroned (girls only) OM location.
I began to remember my terrible, but #2 excuse (next to being downright lazy) of why I hadn't membershipped myself sooner. Perhaps its my own fault for never leaving town. Unless, of course you count Towson. In the first 5.3 seconds of my visit last Monday, I saw 4, count them, 4 people I hadn't layed eyes on since the days of yore. Or, high school.
I have safely avoided excessive contact so far. I had a short conversation which ultimately was not so bad. Acquaintances back in the day with current mutal friends left a tolerable cliche conversation. But the other 3 people who I continue to exchange terribly awkward glances with day to day makes each entrance even more nervewracking than the buff 50-year-old woman next to me lifting twice the weight with half the effort.
But, there is an upside to every downfall. Saturday morning, the new gym finally opened. So, there I am, at the end of my cardio circuit training (used that day only for the purpose of trying every fancy machine they had) when I spotted familiar faces. And although I know that I will eventually get tag teamed into a corner by the pair, I already felt the overwhelming pressure of my new surroundings and was not about to encounter another ounce of added stress.
I found myself trapped. If I got up now, I'd be forced to walk right past them. And, if I walked past them, I know I'd have to stop and chat. Which, for me that day, did not seem like an option. And so, I was forced to cycle on for another 20 minutes until I had a clear path outta there.
It's much easier to hide from people in Target.
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