there is so much to be thankful for, every day not just thanksgiving day.
to take a minute each day to recognize a handful of thanks for the little things we pass over on appreciation to the tangible fortune and abilities. when days are gray and thoughts are tiring, why not pull from what we're surrounded with to brighten the day and revive our own morale.
personally, i'm emotionally frustrated with a few close amigos - but also very proud and excited for another few.
i'm delighted to have a job, though it's not where i want to be or what i want to be doing - but i truly enjoy working at apple and the people and personalities along with it. i understand the job market is an illusion at the moment, but i can't use that mask as an excuse forever.
i love living with my parents and having dinner, game night and/or our tv shows together every night - but i don't want to get too comfortable. this is the hardest "but" because i know i'm welcome here. forever, eternally. and i wouldn't at all mind. the material benefits - like food, laundry, clean house, quiet space, car&gas - all paid for, all provided without question. the sentimental benefits - like good company, conversation, laughing, and enjoying the love from mom and dad, and being in a warm home - the only home i've ever known. and why wouldn't i live here right now? no one ever leaves this house, it's where we all come back to and where we're all welcome, but how to say thank you, really thank you, but i have to go and fly away... but don't worry, i'll be back, and really, i'll be back. because it's home. and it's a catch vingt-deux.
so what am i thankful for today?
i'm thankful for yesterday: decorating the christmas tree with emily. dad laughing, drinking, making dinner watching us from the kitchen. spaghetti & meatball dinner, the 4 of us at the dining room table by the illuminated tree adorned with tokens from memory lane. watching the eagles with dad, sipping glasses of red. and eating fresh, soft spicecakes - a family recipe tradition.
and today, so far i'm thankful for waking up to jacques crying, meowing and jumping up to sleep behind my knees. later, watching jacques sleep the afternoon away in my fluffy, white king bed. the christmas candle in my front window.
and the excitement and pleasure from wrapping big boxes and arranging them under the tree. and the day off to do yoga and hang with pdawg. maybe i'll hear from alex; that'd wrap the day up in a ribbon.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
maturing in boulder
part I: great girls day with allison & friends.
watched the runaways @ noelle's parent's house, sprawled out on couches with mini-dogs scurrying around and tested out her high-tech pilates machines. then onto the med for happy hour with allison, noelle & carli. mmm, i can still taste the roasted garlic dripping in oil, soaking in it's little dish of blue cheese and balsamic jam. would have been nice to have some girlfriends all along in boulder, other than my gang of guys' girlfriends.
part II: will i miss boulder?
i have a very exciting few weeks coming up. grand canyon trip. jackson browne concert @ red rocks. goodbyes and going away parties. minneapolis to see montpellier friends. roadtripping x-country. then... home. bunkering down with mom and dad and careerbuilder.com.
but yes, it's time to move on. i could be stuck here forever, just enjoying life with alex, friends and new friends - but i wouldn't be satisfied. as andrea says, i'm not driven to chill forever.
i dream of a job, a nice apartment, a pug (yes, a pug is included in my dreams), a life with alex, a social life with friends, and, most importantly, a forward thinking lifestyle. i can do what i enjoy here - eating well, exercising, playing with a dog, walking around town, reading, hanging with friends at friends salvation army filled apartments - anywhere. i can find that in philly, in new york, or wherever life takes me (and my pug).
i anticipate it being hard to suck it up and live with mommy and daddy, but desperate times call for desperate measures. and i could not ask for better, more supportive parents. they welcome me home. and who doesn't love a warm bed, a free meal and a pool in the backyard? added bonus: i love my parents and i love my family. but i won't overstay my welcome. i will find a job. and i will have a future with no regrets.
Friday, July 16, 2010
cereal with a fork
why am i eating my yogurt and cereal out of a quart-size chinese take-out container with a fork?
because 0/3 of my male roommates wash dishes. load dishes. or empty the dishwasher. leaving me with no bowls and no spoons this morning.
i briefly considered using a serving spoon and a rounded plate but decided this would be too ridiculous, flaunting my frustration to the boys. "look at what i have to eat my breakfast with, guys."
in other news, julie will be here from LA in one hour. going camping with roommates & others. should be a fun weekend - only 3 left in boulder!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
the bus walk
i instantly saw the humor in the situation and was never upset. instead, called emily and messaged the girls to relay my trip.
after missing the bus by a minute, alex drove me to the gym. after a cardio-lift class, kick-boxing class, and stint on the elliptical, i was sweat soaked and pooped.
i got on the bus to head home, a trip i've made quite often - either the 205, 208 or bolt bus. i was on the phone with pdawg, "you there?" he asked, as i was busy staring at my surroundings outside the bus window. we were absolutely going in the wrong direction, absolutely lost. "all right, i love you, goodbye," i said and hung up. texted the roommates, asking uhh.. what do i do?
turning left where we should have turned right, staying straight when we should have yielded right. the aged bus driver comes on the speaker, "uh. hey guys. this is my first night and my first run. any help you can give would be appreciated. if you could let me know when and where to turn. thanks." NU UH, i had to get off this bus. i shared the company of 3 other passengers: a weirdo girl with a nest of thick, straight frizz for hair who was clutching her Chipotle leftovers and a couple of Mexicans with their headphones on. the bus driver also failed to stop at railroad crossings. we circled the same neighborhood and i got off where i got on.
then i proceeded to walk 2.7 miles home. in spandex shorts and an oversized man tank, carrying my massive purse stocked with a novel, spare shoes and everything that all women carry around all day.
after missing the bus by a minute, alex drove me to the gym. after a cardio-lift class, kick-boxing class, and stint on the elliptical, i was sweat soaked and pooped.
i got on the bus to head home, a trip i've made quite often - either the 205, 208 or bolt bus. i was on the phone with pdawg, "you there?" he asked, as i was busy staring at my surroundings outside the bus window. we were absolutely going in the wrong direction, absolutely lost. "all right, i love you, goodbye," i said and hung up. texted the roommates, asking uhh.. what do i do?
turning left where we should have turned right, staying straight when we should have yielded right. the aged bus driver comes on the speaker, "uh. hey guys. this is my first night and my first run. any help you can give would be appreciated. if you could let me know when and where to turn. thanks." NU UH, i had to get off this bus. i shared the company of 3 other passengers: a weirdo girl with a nest of thick, straight frizz for hair who was clutching her Chipotle leftovers and a couple of Mexicans with their headphones on. the bus driver also failed to stop at railroad crossings. we circled the same neighborhood and i got off where i got on.
then i proceeded to walk 2.7 miles home. in spandex shorts and an oversized man tank, carrying my massive purse stocked with a novel, spare shoes and everything that all women carry around all day.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
chautauqua & spirits
on a venting walk/run around baseline towards the foothills. found the mcclinton trail and walked towards the applause and live latino music. found the chautauqua historical center (and event center, amphitheater, cafe, playing fields, playground, vistas, etc.) and enjoyed a beautiful pink icecream sunset.
and wyoming, utah, pennsylvania, and new hampshire are the only states with state-run wine & spirit stores.
and wyoming, utah, pennsylvania, and new hampshire are the only states with state-run wine & spirit stores.
sleep from hell
so alex & i are staying in cody's room at his old house up. now that he's moved in with kyle at their new place, this room is empty. sounded great and perfect till we move in. it's a hell hole. as the low-ceiling, natural light less basement of the main house, there are 3 bedrooms that share a shit hole (literally) of a bathroom and a hallway that serves as the stinky, moldy kitchen.
greg drove us back from hanging at lindsay's apartment last night, only to pull up at a raging trashy house party. who are we to say anything as squatting bums? it was only a pinch past midnight, so we didn't complain. then it was 1am. then it was 2am. and the bass continued to vibrate my brain, the double bass-screaching female vocalist band continued to scream at full blast from the speakers, and the four excedrin-pm pills weren't working. then came the blink-182 singalong. this girl would not shut up. around 3am, the decibel dropped and allowed some sleep (with the down pillow molded around my head and ears). then came the waterfall from the ceiling.
around 4am, i woke because the sound of running water was coming from within the room. my first thought - oh no, someone has come from the party and has mistaken our room for the bathroom and is peeing on my stuff, most likely my laptop. i nudge alex to wake up and turn on the lights as i fetch my glasses. water is draining rapidly from the ceiling and flooding the carpeted floor. at this point, i'm pretty sure the ceiling is about to give in. alex and i scramble to get buckets from outside, coolers from the kitchen, pots from the stove, trash bins from the party to collect the multiple waterfalls running from the ceiling. we changed the bucket multiple times. i call kyle at 4:30am. he wakes cody. we can't call maintenance or the landlord; we aren't on the lease. alex goes upstairs to the main house. what fools! some stoner is passed out on the couch, and the bathroom sink has been left running and flooding the entire floor. no one wakes up as we stomp around the house. turned the water off, left a note on the toilet "YOU LEFT THE SINK RUNNING. IT FLOODED THE APARTMENT BELOW @ 4:30AM" and retreated to our stinky wet shelter.
as niagra slowed, the soft drips into the water receptacles lulled us to sleep. around 9am, the dude from upstairs walks, unannounced sans knocking, into the room and asks dumbly if this was the room that flooded. most definitely is - do you not see the puddles in the floor, the buckets full of water? "heh, sorry about that, nothing we can do now though i guess, heh" and walks out.
goodness gracious. i laughed to alex this morning, "remember last night?" we are both trying to forget it. what hell.
greg drove us back from hanging at lindsay's apartment last night, only to pull up at a raging trashy house party. who are we to say anything as squatting bums? it was only a pinch past midnight, so we didn't complain. then it was 1am. then it was 2am. and the bass continued to vibrate my brain, the double bass-screaching female vocalist band continued to scream at full blast from the speakers, and the four excedrin-pm pills weren't working. then came the blink-182 singalong. this girl would not shut up. around 3am, the decibel dropped and allowed some sleep (with the down pillow molded around my head and ears). then came the waterfall from the ceiling.
around 4am, i woke because the sound of running water was coming from within the room. my first thought - oh no, someone has come from the party and has mistaken our room for the bathroom and is peeing on my stuff, most likely my laptop. i nudge alex to wake up and turn on the lights as i fetch my glasses. water is draining rapidly from the ceiling and flooding the carpeted floor. at this point, i'm pretty sure the ceiling is about to give in. alex and i scramble to get buckets from outside, coolers from the kitchen, pots from the stove, trash bins from the party to collect the multiple waterfalls running from the ceiling. we changed the bucket multiple times. i call kyle at 4:30am. he wakes cody. we can't call maintenance or the landlord; we aren't on the lease. alex goes upstairs to the main house. what fools! some stoner is passed out on the couch, and the bathroom sink has been left running and flooding the entire floor. no one wakes up as we stomp around the house. turned the water off, left a note on the toilet "YOU LEFT THE SINK RUNNING. IT FLOODED THE APARTMENT BELOW @ 4:30AM" and retreated to our stinky wet shelter.
as niagra slowed, the soft drips into the water receptacles lulled us to sleep. around 9am, the dude from upstairs walks, unannounced sans knocking, into the room and asks dumbly if this was the room that flooded. most definitely is - do you not see the puddles in the floor, the buckets full of water? "heh, sorry about that, nothing we can do now though i guess, heh" and walks out.
goodness gracious. i laughed to alex this morning, "remember last night?" we are both trying to forget it. what hell.
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