An Odd Start to The Morning
Wow… you ever just truly have one of those days in which .. just.. I da even know??? I have been sitting at Starbucks for 50 minutes and have been approached 3 4 times already by just the most outrageous, interesting, and well… truly unique people I have ever seen/meet. Not sure what the deal is today…the election, the air, something funky in the free Starbucks coffee or who knows… thinking I must have that look to me that says… yes, please come tell me your crazy ass life story!!??
Anyways, while sitting in the corner of Starbucks typing away the first person to approach me was a gentleman with a truly unique persona. He was very enthusiastic and asked if he may speak with me for a moment before really moving forward with the conversation. I looked at him somewhat puzzled and nodded. He started rambling about the weather and how today must be his lucky day. He went on to tell me that I look like a geni and that today things would be revealed to me. Wasn’t even sure how to respond so I just told him I wasn’t granting anymore wishes at the moment, which gave him a chuckle, and he left with this odd Cheshire cat grin on his face. This kinda freaked me out a bit as sometimes people say such odd things to me and just look at me like… just wait. Ever see that movie, The Truman Show? Yeah, sometimes I swear I feel like its my life!
Back to the computer for a mere 5 minutes and another gentleman approached me. He was older and very pleasant. He wanted to take a quick peek at my computer and asked how I liked it and such. We had a nice conversation and he mentioned he was working on developing a new software to protect against hackers. He said he was interested in hiring testers if anyone’s interested? ;) Anyways… for some reason this just gave me a bit of the giggles but at least it was a decent conversation and I was no longer feeling like some girl that needed to go hide out in her bottle.
As soon as the gentleman left, a woman approached me. She was older and not dressed very well. Her brown hair was thin, somewhat brushed and her face was very red… almost windburned looking. Her eyes were very deep and truly the story was there. She apologized for interrupting me but she wanted to know where in the neighborhood the homeless people lived?! She said she wanted to “help” them and then she started to ramble about her life and how her parents abandoned her and how she was bipolar and wanted to be stable and on and on. She wasn’t unpleasant nor rude or abrasive but I just was not sure what it was she wanted from me. She just continued to tell me she just wanted to help those people and she didn’t know how to go about doing it. I wasn’t really sure what to tell her either, so I just smiled and told her she had a beautiful dream and wished her well. Suppose it was my nice way of trying to say please leave, but she didn’t. She rambled a bit more and then finally walked away after thanking me for listening to her. Suppose I wasn’t really in the mood to listen to her… and in reality I didn’t all that much, but I guess it was more of a respect issue there. Sometimes its just nice to be heard… I get that.
Finally, my cousin’s wife saw me and started screaming my name in that… “OMG girlfriend WTF are you doing here” kinda way… like she forgot I had moved back to Cali or something. We chatted a bit and was nice to see her again (There is some history there with the family… won’t go into detail.. but yeah) Anyways, always so much fun to have to be asked details about my divorce/move and what I am up to now… can’t wait to be done with those conversations!
So, finally through with chatting to people and my time is up… off to pick up the monkey from preschool!
**Oh yes… and the strange man that talks to himself, wears sweats, a leather biker jacket, a sombrero hat, and carries a yellow bucket was in here as well reading the stock pages yet again circling things and taking notes… **
The Monkey and his Peanut Butter
Don’t ever leave a tired 3 year old majorly hyped up on candy alone for even 2 MINUTES with a jar of peanut butter!!!!!
Among his other unique and special talents… he is also going to be an artist… whoot!!
ahhahahahah :)
My Words Explained
I tend to speak in a funny manner sometimes… I blame the fact that I pick up random words from people, customize them, and/or alter them. I also make up words often. Below is just a description of a few of them.
emotionalist- this is pretty much what I call myself. A psychology type of term that just describes my state of being- and an emotional one at that.
mee- this is my exaggerated “me” … like I would say mee too (said like… oooo yes totally.. ME TOO!)
ladee- a version of lady. my kiwi friend called me this forever so for some reason it stayed… sometimes if I was being crazy (crazee).. he was would add an extra e for emphasis (ladeee)
doode- a version of dude… just the updated way of saying. lots of people use it I know.
gawd- in place of god and slightly exaggerated as well and sometimes said with a southern drawl there.
sweet-o I add (o) to lots of my words sometimes .. neat-o… coolio… fantastic-o
s-w-e-e-t just full on awesomeness
monkey- that would be my son or really any male I think is ok in my books
mista- my guy buddies
hippos- a form of love like between friends or relatives
wewe- my sis who cracks me up!!
babe- a word I use lots (hi babe.. whats up babe.. pass me the red wine babe)
babee- baby. Just exagerated.. like yo babee
funk- whack, wicked, awesome, crazee, insane, indescribable
funkdified- way funk.. mainly “something” is funkdified
schtuff- stuff… kinda like shit stuff though
lil’- little but cuter
fukeroma- major fuk up or like a big dang!
okie- Similar to Okay which is old skool for like O’kay mom.. I will clean my room! okie is just a little sweeter :)
Mild Chaos with a Smile
The other day… I hit a wall. Don’t even wanna get into it… but I made some decisions that will end a bit of the pain and a bit of my battle. Sometimes you need to be able to say that final word to close the door fully. Not much of a decision really… more just of stance I had to prove and defend.
All in all with it all, I feel stronger and a bit relieved actually. So life walks on. I just can’t think much clearer than tomorrow and sometimes just don’t even want to you, ya know. Sometimes it takes just an instant to change your life, other times change might occur over several months. I can’t predict much about my life at this point, I just have to continue on the path in front of me and do the best I can with it all. Truthfully, whatever is meant to happen- will.
With all this mild chaos… ha (me .. mild… ya!) I seem to really feel okie with things. Not 100% sure why truthfully, but… suppose I have an idea. Sometimes people come into our lives for a reason… sometimes they bring lots of meaning and sometimes not so much, but still I believe there is a reason or a lesson.
A while ago I seem to have just found the most amazing friend I could ever ask for. He just gets me, and knows me so well - maybe more than I’d like I think, but is ok. He is always there for me when I am just not myself, and when I am myself… well, he always manages to put a smile on my face. He is truly one of the most supportive and amazing people I have ever known. Sometimes that kind of support is all you really need in order to find yourself again and give you that extra bit of motivation to get you where you need to be. Anyways, he means the world to me… and I hope he knows it. Sometimes it’s also a reminder to never take for granted that path or dismiss even a single moment ‘cause without it all… I just don’t even want to think where I would be.
When the World is Quiet
In the still of the night
When the world is quiet
And all you have are the thoughts in your mind
Things sometimes start to make sense
When the world seems so peaceful and calm
You can draw in that peacefulness and relate
Life is beautiful
Sometimes it just takes that one moment to change everything
But when can see it for what it is
You have won
What would you have looked like in 1952??
As usual.. I have a million things to do… yet I am ‘yearbooking’ myself! Anyways… thought these were hilarious. I can have a good laugh at myself so you can too! Scary enough however that last one is pretty accurate to what I looked like in 1996… the rest are just pretty funny! If you wanna yearbook yourself check it here.
1952
1966
1994
1996
Creeps Me Out
You ever just find it weird when you talk to a group of friends and they all start to chat in the same manner? Like certain phrases you started out using seem to have spread from one person to another… and then finally back to you?? Its just odd and kinda creeps me out.
Anyways… beyond that kinda shit that wigs me, there are several other oddities in life that really creep me out. Besides from being the obvious things like snails with no shells, and old stale bananas that seem to have a life of their own I have 2 things that really trigger that ooohhh under the skin, tingling kinda feeling.
Mayonnaise. Mayonnaise just truthfully creeps me out. On a sandwich its so-so… but on its own… its like jiggly, funky, odd, eggy, gooooo. Ahhhhh, I can barely type it!!!! When my sister was little she used to eat mayo by the spoonful!!! No freggin’ joke. She loved it. Good thing her addiction has somewhat subsided, however I know she is still prone to eating a cheese and mayo sandwich from time to time. Perhaps my fear of mayo stemmed from this, I don’t know fully but it completely creeps me out. I think the biggest thing that perplexes me about mayo is that it is eggy, mushy, smelly, and reminds me of lard. I mean.. really WHY.. who.. perhaps I need to do some research to fully understand why mayonnaise came to be, but really.. was it like a bunch of egg yolks left out for too long mixed with a gelatin like substance and someone ate it and said.. “hey, this would be great on a turkey sandwich!” Uggggg…. just the thought truly wants to make me hurl… brb.
Little figurines. I was never a child who liked little tiny statuesque figurines. I did not collect glass unicorns or pretty pretty mini princess dolls, or any kind of miniture things period. One time I received a gift of a tiny, tiny glass mouse. It was very detailed and delicate. It was kinda sweet looking actually. However, a few months later I began having nightmares about this little figurines that grew big and then little again kinda coming alive (I remember dreams from way back when I was like 4, for real). Again… some childhood trauma perhaps… who knows. But for the life of me I CANNOT look at those little figurine types of things now. The more intriquite and delicate they are… the more they creep me out. Small buildings and stuff are ok, but NO people, animals, clowns, or anything creepy like that, just can’t do it.
Friends Response If I Don’t Answer Immediately on IM
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X… says: ok then
X… says: ur probs either fighting with the kiddo, working on work work, or blogging
X… says: oh
X… says: wait
X… says: or drinking wine
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Yes.. it’s true… there are some people online that know me better than my own family! Oh god!!!!
Just a Few Bits of Randomness in My Brain
- Ice Cream is a dairy product therefore it can be eaten for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
- Learning lessons the hard way… sucks phat.
- Every day is a new day.
- Sometimes life pushes you in directions that you don’t understand and possibly don’t want to go, but you should follow along with a smile best you can ’cause you never know where it might lead you.
- Judging others forces you to be judged.
- ketchup and milk mixed together is really, really nasty.
- Sometimes the simplest things really make you the happiest.
in·sane via L’s definition
You ever just have one of those moments in which you feel like you must either be the most sane.. or the most insane person in the world?? Like… just nothing possible makes sense to you? Or even worse, everything seems to make complete sense and yet everyone else around you disagrees?
Oh yeah… welcome to my world!! Anyways… I often get those… OMG I am going insane “moments”.. so thought I would put things into perspective.
Def: in·sane
–adjective
1. not sane; not of sound mind; mentally deranged.
2. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a person who is mentally deranged: insane actions; an insane asylum.
3. utterly senseless: an insane plan.
L’s definition of it:
1.not sane; not of sound mind.. actually the sound of my mind kinda rattles around a lot.. and plays music from Dora the explorer and the likes; mentally deranged.. of course.. lets toss in physically and emotionally as well for safe measures.
2.of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a person who is mentally deranged: insane actions.. such as reading, studying, and analyzing too much online marketing, SEO, and internet related material… speaking in such oddities that NO ONE, other than a person interested in these things could possible understand or conceive…stating that your annual vacation to Vegas will consist of the hottest internet conference out there.. and that you are excited by it; an insane asylum- that would just be my home :)
3.utterly senseless: an insane plan… yip.. I speak in terms that most people cannot make sense of.. nor “hear” at times and my “plan” is pretty insane, yet I believe in it. My mind maps would confuse most humans on the planet and my path is one paved of creativity rather than a desire to live a life of static enjoyment.
So, insane it shall be for the moment…