It is a sunny, cool, splendid fall Friday here in New York. I have zero reason to have a bone to pick but I am gonna pick it. Why? Because I can and this is my blog. Hmmpph.
Ok. Two things that have been irking me for a LONG time and I thought sharing would a) make me feel better (and yes, it will) and b) maybe shed some light as to our own awareness. Here it goes.
Number one:
Email Forwards. I will be honest. I hate em’. No, I mean HATE THEM. Are some of them great? Funny? Rewarding? Sure. Am I guilty of sending them? Yes. BUT, people…please do me this favor.
CUT & PASTE!
When you send me a forward I don’t want to have to scroll down 3 miles to finally get to the actual message itself AND I don’t want to have to see the 629 names of all those people who have read it before me! I don’t care! Please, open a NEW email, rather than just hitting that ‘forward’ button, COPY AND PASTE JUST THE MESSAGE ITSELF and then put it into a new email….Mmkkaayy?
Number two:
The answering machine message.
I am gonna let you in on a little secret. The shorter the better. If you call me and leave me a message that is 30 minutes long, in which you tell me everything…and I mean, whoa, that was a long-ass message ….basically, you have given me no reason to call you back. You have said all that needs to be said. I say this because I am very guilty (as I know we all are) of being BUSY and when I get a message that rambles on and on…well, I say, “Ok, I get the gist” and hit delete after only the first part of your diatribe. Yes, it is terrible, I know. I should be tarred and feathered. But please, leave a BRIEF message and say, “call me back…I have something to tell you about (fill in the blank).”
Do NOT leave the entire (fill in the blank) on my VM. I love you, but not that much.
Now that I appear a total bitch, remember:
This all comes from a place of love (wink wink).
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Chart
There are days when you feel 'on' and you know what I mean. You carry the energy. You can do no wrong. People smile at you on the sidewalk. You are in your skin, like the skin you are in, and you have a sense of belonging in that moment. You are exactly where you are supposed to be. Now I could go into the days when you are not so 'on' but no need. Those days are far too familiar and exponentially outnumber the previous mentioned.
I bring this up because on the days (most days) when I wonder what it all means and what exactly I am doing here, I think of Syliva Browne. If you don't know her, well, get out from under a rock and read her book, Life on the Other Side, if for no other reason than to open your mind and give you hope that you do actually have a purpose being here. No, Sylvia is not a religious figure and no, she does not throw a bible at you but she does convey her belief in the following:
God did not create us to live only once on this blessed Earth and then return to the bliss of the other side for eternity (how unproductive!). Rather, we come here to live as many lives as we choose, all in our attempt to understand God's intent and love for us and to evolve as spiritual beings...higher and higher.
Here is the kicker. When we leave this life and go back to heaven we sit down and look at the life we lead, what was good and bad and then there, in the complete perfection of heaven with the help of a 'great council' write the chart for our next life, whenever it is we choose to return. We write each and every milisecond that we are to live and though free will still comes into play, we have created this blueprint for our lives on this Earth.
Now I think...what the hell was I thinking? Maybe I have been here so many times that I thought, 'Hey, sure, I can handle that. That is cake in comparison to my last life." Um, yeah, remind me to find that 'council' when I get back to the other side so we can have a little 'chat'.
No really, if we all did write the lives we are living...if we created them, created every heartache and triumph....doesn't that make you think? I did this on PURPOSE. What was I trying to teach myself in this life? I must have wanted to paint a little outside the lines this time around and no doubt, this 'past lives thing' explains some affinities and fears that linger about that I otherwise could not explain. Maybe we carry so much over with us. And you know when you meet someone and you KNOW they are an old soul? They can do everything or you know you have met them somewhere? Makes my brain itch.
But still...I wish I could get a hold of that chart, written in seraphim ink and tweak a thing or two. I know when I get back 'home' it will all somehow make sense...just wish it did now.
I bring this up because on the days (most days) when I wonder what it all means and what exactly I am doing here, I think of Syliva Browne. If you don't know her, well, get out from under a rock and read her book, Life on the Other Side, if for no other reason than to open your mind and give you hope that you do actually have a purpose being here. No, Sylvia is not a religious figure and no, she does not throw a bible at you but she does convey her belief in the following:
God did not create us to live only once on this blessed Earth and then return to the bliss of the other side for eternity (how unproductive!). Rather, we come here to live as many lives as we choose, all in our attempt to understand God's intent and love for us and to evolve as spiritual beings...higher and higher.
Here is the kicker. When we leave this life and go back to heaven we sit down and look at the life we lead, what was good and bad and then there, in the complete perfection of heaven with the help of a 'great council' write the chart for our next life, whenever it is we choose to return. We write each and every milisecond that we are to live and though free will still comes into play, we have created this blueprint for our lives on this Earth.
Now I think...what the hell was I thinking? Maybe I have been here so many times that I thought, 'Hey, sure, I can handle that. That is cake in comparison to my last life." Um, yeah, remind me to find that 'council' when I get back to the other side so we can have a little 'chat'.
No really, if we all did write the lives we are living...if we created them, created every heartache and triumph....doesn't that make you think? I did this on PURPOSE. What was I trying to teach myself in this life? I must have wanted to paint a little outside the lines this time around and no doubt, this 'past lives thing' explains some affinities and fears that linger about that I otherwise could not explain. Maybe we carry so much over with us. And you know when you meet someone and you KNOW they are an old soul? They can do everything or you know you have met them somewhere? Makes my brain itch.
But still...I wish I could get a hold of that chart, written in seraphim ink and tweak a thing or two. I know when I get back 'home' it will all somehow make sense...just wish it did now.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Solo Liberties
I have been debating.... with myself (and the key word here being myself-as we all know, a debate usually happens between 2 or more people (or between the voices in your head...if you hear voices. Hey, I am not judging. I just hope the conversation is stimulating.)
So here is the debate:
What is the greatest part/liberty of living alone?
Please note that most men do all of the following regardless of a partner.
1) Peeing with the bathroom door open.
OK-I have only closed my bathroom door about 3 times.... I should just take it off the hinges.
2) Walking around in the buff (a definite plus for that natural 'air dry' feeling after a shower) but not so great when the Catholic Church across the street has some stragglers who clearly do not want to go inside and find it JUST as entertaining to look into my window (cue curtains).
3) Eating in bed...very nice.... I don't mind the crumbs so long as they are the only non-human things in bed with me (we all know the stories of the New York sized rats...not gonna go there).
4) Not flushing every time- Now, I am back to the potty and I am sorry but come on....'if it's yellow let it mellow..." I consider this doing my part for the environment.
5) The sniff test- Yes, you know it. You take that shirt OUT of the dirty clothes hamper, give it a sniff and say, "Yep, its got one more day."
6) How about perfume? I am not talking about Tiffany...no, the other perfume...the, I just ate a barrel o' broccoli perfume. Yes, I can have the 'silent but deadlies' all I want...bring on the enchilada.... there is no one else to dutch oven...and besides, mine smell like rose petals.
7) Maybe the best? Drinking out of the carton.... no coodies but mine.... forget washing the dishes. A good rinse will do.
8) How about not having to share the remote control- You know, this would be great but I don't have cable-nevermind.
9) Dance sessions. Yes, to lighten my mood I put on 'gangsta rap' and get jiggy all by myself. Ok, so it is kinda pathetic but it makes me feel better.
10) To round out the list? Not to say there are not so many more....I would have to say...the best part about living alone is coming home at the end of the day, in the crappiest of all crappy moods and knowing that you can sit in your funk, have to explain yourself to no one and do not have to worry about hurting someone else's feelings.
But I tell ya, I am kinda hoping for the day when I can come home, let out a big one, walk around in the buff, swig from the milk container, put on that stinky t shirt, and have my love look at me and say, "Honey, I love you anyway, now let's dance."
So here is the debate:
What is the greatest part/liberty of living alone?
Please note that most men do all of the following regardless of a partner.
1) Peeing with the bathroom door open.
OK-I have only closed my bathroom door about 3 times.... I should just take it off the hinges.
2) Walking around in the buff (a definite plus for that natural 'air dry' feeling after a shower) but not so great when the Catholic Church across the street has some stragglers who clearly do not want to go inside and find it JUST as entertaining to look into my window (cue curtains).
3) Eating in bed...very nice.... I don't mind the crumbs so long as they are the only non-human things in bed with me (we all know the stories of the New York sized rats...not gonna go there).
4) Not flushing every time- Now, I am back to the potty and I am sorry but come on....'if it's yellow let it mellow..." I consider this doing my part for the environment.
5) The sniff test- Yes, you know it. You take that shirt OUT of the dirty clothes hamper, give it a sniff and say, "Yep, its got one more day."
6) How about perfume? I am not talking about Tiffany...no, the other perfume...the, I just ate a barrel o' broccoli perfume. Yes, I can have the 'silent but deadlies' all I want...bring on the enchilada.... there is no one else to dutch oven...and besides, mine smell like rose petals.
7) Maybe the best? Drinking out of the carton.... no coodies but mine.... forget washing the dishes. A good rinse will do.
8) How about not having to share the remote control- You know, this would be great but I don't have cable-nevermind.
9) Dance sessions. Yes, to lighten my mood I put on 'gangsta rap' and get jiggy all by myself. Ok, so it is kinda pathetic but it makes me feel better.
10) To round out the list? Not to say there are not so many more....I would have to say...the best part about living alone is coming home at the end of the day, in the crappiest of all crappy moods and knowing that you can sit in your funk, have to explain yourself to no one and do not have to worry about hurting someone else's feelings.
But I tell ya, I am kinda hoping for the day when I can come home, let out a big one, walk around in the buff, swig from the milk container, put on that stinky t shirt, and have my love look at me and say, "Honey, I love you anyway, now let's dance."
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