Friday, April 27, 2012

Soul Pancake

Today over at SoulPancake they asked the question:

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

Here's mine:
About a month ago I tried trail running for the first time. I've been a street runner for years but had never ventured onto trails. This 'first time' subsequently led me to another encounter with a huge black snake. I found out just how high I could jump but was disappointed that indeed, white girls can't jump.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

inside the asylum walls

Yesterday's events:

My boss has decided she no longer wants to use her plush, high backed office chair.  She has instead demoted herself to a chair from our lunch table.  It has no wheels and certainly no height adjustments.  And so she currently sits at a level where her chest is level with her desk.  She now looks like a T-Rex when she types.

I head across the office for a bathroom break and from inside someones cube I see arms reach up holding a resistance band.  Up and down, up and down.  I literally turned in a circle looking for someone to share this sighting with.  I guess you get your exercise in where you can, huh?

At about 3:10 something emmited a noise that sounded like someone was killing a squirrel.

It was a weird, weird day in the asylum.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

favorite 5 of the week

My 5 from last week:

1. Mr. Grumpy Pants called to let us know how great his report card was.  

2. Sonic Happy Hour

3. Talking my phone company into giving me a phone for awesome phone.

4. Sushi and The Hunger Games on a Friday night.

5.  The end of Ready Player One.  I think I liked this as much as I liked Snow Crash...and I've waited almost a decade for a book to top that one.

6. (Just b/c I can)  1000 words on a Sunday afternoon.  I think I may actually be writing a book at this point.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

yoga musings

I love my Monday night yoga class for multiple reasons.  The main thing I love is its this great community I've spent 8 years becoming part of and its great to have a family like that.  A family away from my family who are happy to see me and always interested in what I have to say.  It's comfortable and nice.  Every Monday is tonight I bring you this week's yoga class happenings.

New, super young, super fit, rock climber girl showed up tonight in these little booty shorts...and I was stupid envious of how awesome her legs looked.

Partner work is always awkward because it invariably involves me touching people in places I usually don't on people I don't know well.  Its even more awkward when your partner a local judge.

I rocked a into and out of it without using the wall.  My instructor is so going to make me move away from the wall soon.  Which means I need to figure out how to fall gracefully.

And when all was said and done, I may have left with a little bit of equanimity.

Friday, April 20, 2012

inside the asylum walls

There are lots of recurring phrases uttered by upper management here but one of the most common ones is 'I don't know.'  In a meeting early this morning I think we hit an all time high.  In a 38 minute meeting the phrase was uttered 17 times.

The word whatchamacallit was also uttered along with the phrase 'we are barking over the future.  I don't even know what that means.

Happy Friday....I'm done.


On Tuesday nights, I participate in a writer's chat with some writers I met through Twitter.  Its a great group of people and I consider myself lucky to have fallen in with them.  It's great to be part of a group who gets the whole writing thing, a group of people who seem just as neurotic and just as unsure and just as motivated as I am.

Several weeks ago we talked about community:  how to build one and what it means to be part of a community.  And while I sat with these writers talking about this topic, I began to see how timely this topic is in my life right now.

Ive spent quite a few years building myself a community of like minded people in the city I live in.  But recently I have lost part of that community.  Someone has decided they have a problem with our friendship, and I am no longer allowed to communicate with one of my closest friends.  I not only lost a cohort in crime but my creative sounding board and my go to person for business and work advice.

But while I've been wallowing for weeks in the loss, what I failed to see is that I have this new community I have slowly been building.  A community of writers and creators who know how to support and communicate with each other across many miles.  And what I've begun to wonder is, did this new community happen now because it was supposed to?  Because I needed a new place to exist, a new group who would take me in for who I am no questions asked?

Maybe communities are meant to change and shift.  Maybe as you outgrow parts of one community there will always be parts of other communities looking for new members.  Members to share the wins and losses and struggles.

How do you define your community and how do you know when its time to let go?  

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

favorite 5 of the week

These are from last I'm caught up:

1. A beer garden and the possibility of more work (and the satisfaction that I'm pursuing this without he who shall remain nameless)

2. Quixotic and Tiny Furniture with a good friend.

3. Ready Player One.  Not finished reading it yet, but this book is this dork's favorite kind of book.

4. Flowers in my house and yard.

5. My new kicks

Monday, April 16, 2012

favorite 5 of the week

So I've fallen behind on these...and have yet to do this past weeks. So I'm going to give you the ones I have from two weeks ago. You'll see last weeks soon.

Favorite 5 (from 2 weeks ago)
1. The creation of Gusto
2. More trail running
3.Saturday night w/ Miss Thing (my niece) and her new catch phrase, "ahh man!"
4. The Championship game. I know, we lost. But hey, my team was there!
5. My first sales call. I didn’t like I had to do it, but I like that I DID it…and wound up with a chance.

***A few from 3 weeks ago
Threesome Thursday…you know who you are (and I think those need to happen more often)
My first trail run with the husband. That’s really two, b/c it’s the running WITH the husband AND the trail I love.

Friday, April 13, 2012

kitchen fail

Tomorrow night (Saturday) I have a night out with a good friend lined up.  We're gonna do some dinner/drinking at her house, see a show downtown and then I get to crash at her house.  I decide I can contribute to the food part by bringing Mark's Beer Dip.  It's super easy...4 ingredients you just mix together.  Right up my alley.

After a trip out for the ingredients, I decide I'll make the dip tonight.  It can sit in the fridge over night and be good to go tomorrow afternoon.  The mistake here was I decided I would make the dip.

I tell the husband to let me make the dip real quick before we start the movie and...for reasons unknown...he lets me wander into the kitchen alone.

I unwrap the two blocks of cream cheese, dump in the package of cheese, the ranch dip mix and the beer the husband has measured out for me.  As I'm pouring the beer in the bowl he says, "its a whole beer, right?"

Me: "I guess. You're the one who has made this before."

The Husband: "I don't remember, didn't you look at the recipe?"

Me: "Nope."

Only then do I pull out the recipe and discover it was HALF a beer.  So I now currently have a bowl of beer soup.  Great.

I still want it to chill over night, so I trudge up to the local market which is barely still open so I can double (and hopefully salvage) the recipe.

I get back and while trying to get the rest of the ingredients added, I knock over the hand mixer and get dip all over myself and the George Foreman Grill still out and dirty from last night (because I have yet to clean last night's dishes).

The husband: "Just get out of the kitchen."

I was banished to the living room with my drink and we now have enough beer dip to feed a small army.