Raspberry Poptarts on Ice
I’m quite sure that many of you, especially with kids, have heard about the ice shows such as Disney on Ice. Well this monologue will not include any discussion of animals skating to the tune of music to the delight of young children and their parents. However, it will be light and thought provoking. If it helps, music is playing in my head! I suggest you put on some light music while you read. I will wait until you have done so.
Better?! LOL
First, what a great weekend we had this last weekend in terms of weather. Mother Nature provided us with a reprieve from the weather we have been forced to endure. However, as a New Englander, this is typical and a long time in coming. We have not had a winter like this in a few years.
Secondly, there is progress with the DD guy. I know where he is from, that he lives not to far from me, that we now chat quite frequently in the morning, and that even though I have not done a thing to approach him about a date, I still find his personality very attractive. Some day soon!
And now, the main event! Because Mother Nature has graced us with these gorgeous days (funny how one can consider 30 degrees as warm!) it provided an opportunity this past Sunday to remove a lot of the ice that had built up over the past few storms. I will say that it was a lot of fun! I love breaking stuff! If you need to interject and say I am weird, I will tell you to take a number! :-)
On Sunday, I attacked the ice in the driveway. Yes, I attacked the ice, and breaking up the ice was fairly easy, due to the tools I was using (garden tools are used for more than just gardening, FYI), and that I found a rhythm in breaking up the ice. Even the ice that was 3 inches or more was no match for me and my posse of tools! The hardest part was the clean up. Pushing all the heavy ice to the sides of the drive way, and tossing it on waist high snow. In the end, I spent 2 ½ hours outside working on the driveway. I welcomed the hard work and sweat, and it gave me time to think, which for many of you who know me, realize I do too much of that anyway. However, this time the thought process was constructive and most enlightening!
The ice in the driveway, for me at least, represents the issues that I struggle with. Oh, BTW, I’m not excluding myself from the rest of you. We all have issues, whether you realize it or not. If you think you are special and have no issues, give me a call, and I’ll help you find a few issues! LOL
First, you need to identify that there are issues in your life that either you are unhappy with or that are causing you discomfort. One issue I have is people wearing spandex. Please for the love of fashion, never wear spandex. If you must, for the love of Jupiter’s moons, cover it up. I digress.
Second, the identification of an issue is one piece and the impact they have is another. In order to clear the path, one needs to work on both pieces. It is easy enough to break issues down, it is quite another to actually push them aside and remove them completely.
Like an unwanted guest (or bad hair coloring), issues do not go away on their own. Issues require work, and even then it takes time. It takes a lot, and I do mean a lot of work. You have to punch through them and break them up, and then push them aside. Like the ice, they will disappear with time (unless we are on the brink of another ice age, and then I will think of another story line). Think about it. The ice will probably not melt until June! A good friend commented “It is interesting that the ice moved from the driveway, will be the last to disappear.” Hmmm.
I am most thankful for these moments when I can look at myself and see the progress that I have made, and the continued progress that I have yet to achieve. I am thankful for my place in life. I’m not where I want to be, but it is fun getting there. Knowing your demons is half the battle. They may never go away, but at least you know who they are. And tell them to wear something nice, and to never wear spandex! It is your life and your party.
Another quote came to mind, as I make plans for my next million (which will arrive with my future ex husband) – “Life happens while you are making plans”.
Well my friends, I hope you have enjoyed Raspberry Poptarts on Ice! May the rest of your winter be warm and pleasant. If not, pick up an ice pick and attack the ice! BTW – If there is no ice, go to your freezer. If there is none there, you have more issues than can be handled by this blog.
Many hugs!
The Year of the Raspberry Poptart
Well, the end of the year is coming to a close, with a snow storm on our front door here in new england, I decided to recap some of the highlights of the raspberry poptart stories that have been written over the past few months. I began this list on cocktail napkins while waiting for a friend to have drinks with Tuesday evening. Funny how we get inspired sometimes, and the tools we use. Cocktail Napkin, waiter's pen, fun recap!
In tribute to The Adventures of Raspberry Poptart, here is a top 17 list (17? yes 17):
1. Pursue what you want. I was pursuing raspberry poptarts and came across the DD guy. This was the spark for these stories, which for me have been very therapeutic, for you entertaining, and for my therapist troublesome.
2. Take chances. Life is full of risks. Instead of waiting for things to happen, take charge and move forward, making life an adventure. Imagine if I had not pursued raspberry poptarts that morning. Your life would be with out these stories and this recap. That would be sad.
3. Accepting all of who you are. All of it. The good and the bad. I fully accept that I am a goof, and that my norm is better than what society has to offer. Who else is going to write about The Adventures of Raspberry Poptarts?
4. That this list sounds like another "Self Help" book. You know, there just ain't enough variations of these. I toss this list into the mix!
5. Men in trucks. You know, I don't understand it either, and the best way to equate is that I like raspberry poptarts, and don't know why. I know, it is because I like raspberry poptarts that I like men in trucks. I digress.
6. The Dunkin Donuts Guy. Whom without these stories would not exist.
7. Challenging yourself to do and be better. I certainly would not be here today if I did not have a sense that I can do and be better. Leaving Maine for an opportunity in Boston almost 13 years ago was the best thing I could have done. They just don't appreciate raspberry poptarts like you folks do. :-)
8. Men in trucks with snow plows! The rest of my thoughts are not appropriate here (see #13).
9. Rewiring your brain is not easy, but the pay off is substantial. Sometimes the lessons we learned as kids are not the tools we need today, but they are also the hardest lessons to unlearn.
10. Sharing your burden with others. Why be in misery by yourself, when you and your friends can collectively complain? LOL. In all seriousness, it lowers the stress and anxiety, making it easier to tackle those problems that plague us.
11. Knowing that you are not the only person who has problems and challenges in life (on the cocktails napkins I actually wrote "messed up", but that was short hand for the previous statement!). Just take a look at your friends and family. Apple meet the Apple Orchard. We attract people who have similiar issues in life. Thankfully, no one has issues with Raspberry Poptarts. It would be a sad day.
12. Anxiety, at least for me, is the fear of not having control. Some things like the weather cannot be controlled, but others, like pursuing raspberry poptarts can be controlled. Jenny Craig would wish that I did not have any control over my raspberry poptarts, so she could make some money!
13. That being naughty, as well as you are safe, is OK. Santa even said so!
14. That crying is not always about being sad. Yes, yes, I the guy who likes men in trucks watches chick flicks. If you watch Steel Magnolias, and do not cry, you need therapy. Lots. Try a raspberry poptart and then watch the movie. It may change your attitude.
15. That wearing plaid as a kid is the real reason for me going to therapy!
16. That my childhood does have good parts and bad parts (see #15).
17. Its all about me and its all about you. Sounds like a paradox, but it really isn't. With mutual respect and understanding. You understand that I have this weird obsession about raspberry poptarts, men in trucks, and the dunkin donuts guy. I respect that you may not get it! LOL
With that my friends, I wish you all the best in the new year to come.
And, have a moment to remember those who are no longer with us in this world. They are still a big part of us. Just as much as the living are.
Many Hugs, Cheers and Happy New Years!
In tribute to The Adventures of Raspberry Poptart, here is a top 17 list (17? yes 17):
1. Pursue what you want. I was pursuing raspberry poptarts and came across the DD guy. This was the spark for these stories, which for me have been very therapeutic, for you entertaining, and for my therapist troublesome.
2. Take chances. Life is full of risks. Instead of waiting for things to happen, take charge and move forward, making life an adventure. Imagine if I had not pursued raspberry poptarts that morning. Your life would be with out these stories and this recap. That would be sad.
3. Accepting all of who you are. All of it. The good and the bad. I fully accept that I am a goof, and that my norm is better than what society has to offer. Who else is going to write about The Adventures of Raspberry Poptarts?
4. That this list sounds like another "Self Help" book. You know, there just ain't enough variations of these. I toss this list into the mix!
5. Men in trucks. You know, I don't understand it either, and the best way to equate is that I like raspberry poptarts, and don't know why. I know, it is because I like raspberry poptarts that I like men in trucks. I digress.
6. The Dunkin Donuts Guy. Whom without these stories would not exist.
7. Challenging yourself to do and be better. I certainly would not be here today if I did not have a sense that I can do and be better. Leaving Maine for an opportunity in Boston almost 13 years ago was the best thing I could have done. They just don't appreciate raspberry poptarts like you folks do. :-)
8. Men in trucks with snow plows! The rest of my thoughts are not appropriate here (see #13).
9. Rewiring your brain is not easy, but the pay off is substantial. Sometimes the lessons we learned as kids are not the tools we need today, but they are also the hardest lessons to unlearn.
10. Sharing your burden with others. Why be in misery by yourself, when you and your friends can collectively complain? LOL. In all seriousness, it lowers the stress and anxiety, making it easier to tackle those problems that plague us.
11. Knowing that you are not the only person who has problems and challenges in life (on the cocktails napkins I actually wrote "messed up", but that was short hand for the previous statement!). Just take a look at your friends and family. Apple meet the Apple Orchard. We attract people who have similiar issues in life. Thankfully, no one has issues with Raspberry Poptarts. It would be a sad day.
12. Anxiety, at least for me, is the fear of not having control. Some things like the weather cannot be controlled, but others, like pursuing raspberry poptarts can be controlled. Jenny Craig would wish that I did not have any control over my raspberry poptarts, so she could make some money!
13. That being naughty, as well as you are safe, is OK. Santa even said so!
14. That crying is not always about being sad. Yes, yes, I the guy who likes men in trucks watches chick flicks. If you watch Steel Magnolias, and do not cry, you need therapy. Lots. Try a raspberry poptart and then watch the movie. It may change your attitude.
15. That wearing plaid as a kid is the real reason for me going to therapy!
16. That my childhood does have good parts and bad parts (see #15).
17. Its all about me and its all about you. Sounds like a paradox, but it really isn't. With mutual respect and understanding. You understand that I have this weird obsession about raspberry poptarts, men in trucks, and the dunkin donuts guy. I respect that you may not get it! LOL
With that my friends, I wish you all the best in the new year to come.
And, have a moment to remember those who are no longer with us in this world. They are still a big part of us. Just as much as the living are.
Many Hugs, Cheers and Happy New Years!
What I would do for Raspberry Poptarts (24 December 2008)
This story is late, I know. The frequency of the delivery of the raspberry stories is off just a bit - typically every other Friday. No apologies here! Life happens! Between traveling for business, personal, and snow storms, life has been just a tad busy.
These raspberry poptart stories require some sort of spark, and I usually am not sure when the spark comes, but I do know that the stories revolve around the Dunkin Donuts guy. He is the one who inspired these installments in the first place. So it should happen that today's story is inspired by him, as well as the influx of men in trucks with snow plows!
So on one morning this week, I decided to stop by my favorite dunkin donuts (they just had a make over, how fun!), and was disappointed that he was not there. I returned to my truck to kcik off all the snow that accumulated in the wheel well during my drive, and low and behold, my guy was in the parking lot. Its like Santa delivered him personnaly! Of course, Santa knows I'm bad, so why he brought me the DD guy instead of a 5 year supply of coal is beyond me. Maybe its because he knows this guy is hopelessly straight, and he doesn't weigh as much as a 5 year supply of coal.
The charming piece about seeing the DD guy in the parking lot, is that he waved to me. OMG, Rupert! He waved to me and smiled that ever so charming smile. So, I waved back. Then plotted my next move.
So on one morning this week, I decided to stop by my favorite dunkin donuts (they just had a make over, how fun!), and was disappointed that he was not there. I returned to my truck to kcik off all the snow that accumulated in the wheel well during my drive, and low and behold, my guy was in the parking lot. Its like Santa delivered him personnaly! Of course, Santa knows I'm bad, so why he brought me the DD guy instead of a 5 year supply of coal is beyond me. Maybe its because he knows this guy is hopelessly straight, and he doesn't weigh as much as a 5 year supply of coal.
The charming piece about seeing the DD guy in the parking lot, is that he waved to me. OMG, Rupert! He waved to me and smiled that ever so charming smile. So, I waved back. Then plotted my next move.
I deliberately went to DD at lunch on that same day (yes, pathetic is a word one could choose to describe this), just so I could catch a glimpse of him again. Ask and you shall receive. I bought coffee I didn't even drink or need at that point (its sitting frozen in my truck). How hopeless am I? I'm not. Just weird, I guess. LOL I digress.
And today being another Friday (office is closed Thursday and Friday), so I picked up the usual munchkin pack for the office (people better show up, because I am not eating all of these myself) and there the DD Guy was with his santa hat, looking ever so damned charming. Where was the mistletoe when I needed it damn it! This was an emergency! If anyone is looking for a gift, then it should be mistletoe. Its like gum. You never know when you are going to need it.
I saw the DD Guy three times in two days. What a way to spend the holidays. I know, it would be more interessting if I just asked him out. But then where would the inspiration for these stories come from? Would I need to find someone new? What would he be like? Its kind of like when a tv stations has a sitcom and does not know when it is time to end it and move on to the next best thing. Nope, I'd rather keep him where he is for right now, as the DD Guy with a great smile. And besides, this is only season one!
Happy Holidays to you all!
BTW - That piece about 5 years worth of coal from Santa - I've been a busy boy! And Santa helped!
Wonderful Thanksgiving, With Wonderful Raspberry Poptart Surprize (28 November 2008)
Yes. Yes. On two fronts! :) Two stories in one week!? What the hell! And that raspberry poptart is incorporated into Thanksgiving, How fun!
This was the first year that I hosted TDay on my own, and it was fantastic! To be honest, I was scared of the turkey. Not about the carving part (because I dissected many animals as part of schooling and on the farm), but about cooking. If you recall The National Lampoon Christmas Vacation where one of the guests made the turkey, and when Chevy Chase goes to carve it, it opens up like a steam ball and is completely dry. There was not enough water or wine to help with the dryness. Well that was my fear, much like many of the horror movies I have watched, I was afraid of the DRY TURKEY!
I have great friends, and an excellent cook for a roomate (that would be Andrew), that helped with this most blessed day. Did I just say blessed. What the hell? What does that mean? This day was probably the most fantastic day I have had in a while. The last thanksgiving (sorry mom and Teresa, wasn't your fault), I caught a flu bug from one of my relatives, and holding down a sip of water was like a 1 year old trying to hold down a bull. WAS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. It was like the Excorist had taken hold of my body. The best thing about Thanksgivng 2007 was that it was the first time in a long time that the entire family was there. Mother(Nancy), Father(John), Teresa, John Jr, their significant others and children and me were in the same place at the same time. It was truley amazing, and scary at the same time. I did not realize until now how powerful that was. I was more thankful then about the comfortable bed and TV in the room that I had stored myself in. Other people's children are great, because i can give them back! However they have a powerful 'anti-children' sense, and can deliver viscious colds upon you, and that's exactly what happened.
My family had a most excellent dinner that day, and checked on me frequently. They are my family, and I love them.
Did I mention it hurt to move? Nope! It sure did! That sucked, because when I wanted to change the channel, had to find the trashcan or toilet!. That was the 'Karen Carpenter TDay Diet Plan". Anyway, I digress, as I usually do.
TDay 2008 started off very busy. Prepping the turkey, the stuffin (sausage and apple), etc. Up at 630. Didn't hit the bed until late, and enjoyed every moment. This day was a day of Firsts - Friends, Family, and Fun. There was lots of Silver. Silver salt and pepper shakers, silver flower holders, silver sald bowl, silver butter holder, silver, silver silver. Do you get it? I like Silver. Gold is for other folk (possibly pedestrian folk, LOL). Jeanne brought it all. She is one of my best friends, and I cherish that, more than I could ever express in words. Sabre, Leigha, and Sean were also there (and Andrew for brief time before he left for his brother's), and we had a graet dinner. The turkey was cooked in a brown paper bag. DO NOT QUESTION THE BROWN PAPER BAG! It kept the turkey moist, only basted(sounds like??? LOL) it at the end. It was very tender, and am currently making soup. Yummm!
I am most thankful for my friends, my family, my roomate, and my ability to rise above the crap that surrounds me. The crap sometimes gets me down, as that is life, but the ability to recognize that is powerful in itself. It is not what one experiences, but how it is handled that makes the person.
With that readers, have a great holiday season and will blog with you soon. This weekend's project is to put these raspberry poptart stories into a blog.
OK, not done yet. A DD story - Andrew has offered to buy the guy from DD for me for xmas. How fun! FYI - He won't fit in a stocking, nore should he wear one.
This was the first year that I hosted TDay on my own, and it was fantastic! To be honest, I was scared of the turkey. Not about the carving part (because I dissected many animals as part of schooling and on the farm), but about cooking. If you recall The National Lampoon Christmas Vacation where one of the guests made the turkey, and when Chevy Chase goes to carve it, it opens up like a steam ball and is completely dry. There was not enough water or wine to help with the dryness. Well that was my fear, much like many of the horror movies I have watched, I was afraid of the DRY TURKEY!
I have great friends, and an excellent cook for a roomate (that would be Andrew), that helped with this most blessed day. Did I just say blessed. What the hell? What does that mean? This day was probably the most fantastic day I have had in a while. The last thanksgiving (sorry mom and Teresa, wasn't your fault), I caught a flu bug from one of my relatives, and holding down a sip of water was like a 1 year old trying to hold down a bull. WAS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. It was like the Excorist had taken hold of my body. The best thing about Thanksgivng 2007 was that it was the first time in a long time that the entire family was there. Mother(Nancy), Father(John), Teresa, John Jr, their significant others and children and me were in the same place at the same time. It was truley amazing, and scary at the same time. I did not realize until now how powerful that was. I was more thankful then about the comfortable bed and TV in the room that I had stored myself in. Other people's children are great, because i can give them back! However they have a powerful 'anti-children' sense, and can deliver viscious colds upon you, and that's exactly what happened.
My family had a most excellent dinner that day, and checked on me frequently. They are my family, and I love them.
Did I mention it hurt to move? Nope! It sure did! That sucked, because when I wanted to change the channel, had to find the trashcan or toilet!. That was the 'Karen Carpenter TDay Diet Plan". Anyway, I digress, as I usually do.
TDay 2008 started off very busy. Prepping the turkey, the stuffin (sausage and apple), etc. Up at 630. Didn't hit the bed until late, and enjoyed every moment. This day was a day of Firsts - Friends, Family, and Fun. There was lots of Silver. Silver salt and pepper shakers, silver flower holders, silver sald bowl, silver butter holder, silver, silver silver. Do you get it? I like Silver. Gold is for other folk (possibly pedestrian folk, LOL). Jeanne brought it all. She is one of my best friends, and I cherish that, more than I could ever express in words. Sabre, Leigha, and Sean were also there (and Andrew for brief time before he left for his brother's), and we had a graet dinner. The turkey was cooked in a brown paper bag. DO NOT QUESTION THE BROWN PAPER BAG! It kept the turkey moist, only basted(sounds like??? LOL) it at the end. It was very tender, and am currently making soup. Yummm!
I am most thankful for my friends, my family, my roomate, and my ability to rise above the crap that surrounds me. The crap sometimes gets me down, as that is life, but the ability to recognize that is powerful in itself. It is not what one experiences, but how it is handled that makes the person.
With that readers, have a great holiday season and will blog with you soon. This weekend's project is to put these raspberry poptart stories into a blog.
OK, not done yet. A DD story - Andrew has offered to buy the guy from DD for me for xmas. How fun! FYI - He won't fit in a stocking, nore should he wear one.
When Raspberry Poptarts Have No Raspberrys (26 November 2008)
Kind of a weird thought, huh. Raspberry poptarts with no Raspberrys! I have yet to come across this situation, and let me tell you if this should happen, there will be issues ( can you see my head rocking back and forth, along with a double finger snap), lots and lots of issues. The fall out of such an action of leaving the raspberrys out of raspberry poptarts would kind of be like the astronaut that lost it, went across country in a diaper to kidnap the other woman, except I would be going to battle creek MI, and I will stop for Bio Breaks. If diapers are to be a part of my life, it will not be through any action of my own. I best be a vegetable. I digress.
So, how did this story arise? I was cooking one of my favorite dishes, chicken and broccoli risotto. At the same time, I was making a new dish Spicy Mac & Cheese (OMG, how delish), and trying to entertain my friend Mike. My mind was in a lot of different places, and not from just cooking two dishes. The past couple of weeks have been rather trying and difficult. For the first time in a while, I have been exposed to friends losing loved ones. The collateral damage was and still is challenging, as their loss is mine as well. I guess you could say that I have been insulated from experiencing the pain of losing loved ones, regardless of how involved in their lives I was. These past couple of weeks was meant to remove the insulation and expose me to reality, shattering whatever bubble I was in.
OK. That was deep. Back on to some liter fair. Back to the story (OMG, how fun!). So now that you have a sense of where my mind was, and know that I have a smile on my face, you can guess that my mind was distracted while cooking dinner the other night. I was in rare form. I'm not sure I knew who I was, but I was enjoying every minute of my "goofiness". As I get to the end of cooking the risotto dish, and am ready to put the broccoli into the pan to complete the dish, I suddenly realize, and say out loud "There is no chicken in that pan, and any chicken I do have is in the freezer. How can a dish be chicken & brocolli rissoto if there is no chicken?!" Completely flustered, and out of my mind with laughter because I am flustered. I put the broccoli into the pan, finished cooking the dish, and said to my friend Mike - we are going out for dinner. And we enjoyed ribs.
Now, onto the DD guy (yummm, DD Guy). It has become a tradition, as you may have figured out from the previous stories, but for those of you that are new to these short stories, that I make my way to the DD store on Fridays. If asked why I go on Friday's and not other days, its because I get munchkins for my cube mates, and a way to celebrate the end of the week. You know I am not telling the whole truth, right? Can't you see there is a plan? I go on Friday's as a treat, not just for my cube mate's but because I treat myself to drooling over this man that works at DD (also because there are lots of trucks and men in trucks, which means lots of men). If I went every morning, it would not be a treat, and because I would go broke feeding my cube mates! So I have become accustomed to my Friday DD Guy Fix.
Well today is Friday, because the work week is over! So I got my fix this morning. I was very close to giving him my business card. But one has to wonder, as I do so much and often too much, do I want to give up my fix for something more or risk losing the fix all together? Alas, I retreated, but not without some spoils.... As he handed me the munchkins, our hands touched. I have to tell you that I never really believed in how a touch could linger but it did. It surprised me a bit as well, in a very nice way. I mumbled out something about turkey day, and walked away. Its almost as if the universe said, "Here is a treat! Enjoy". I am glowing and happy over this. next time I will hand him my card, I promise! :-)
If I have learned anything over the last couple of weeks, it is that life is that risks are required in order to enjoy the fullest life possible. Life is to be celebrated and cherished, because it can be gone in an instant.
To you, the reader, Have a great holiday. Be well, share life and love.
So, how did this story arise? I was cooking one of my favorite dishes, chicken and broccoli risotto. At the same time, I was making a new dish Spicy Mac & Cheese (OMG, how delish), and trying to entertain my friend Mike. My mind was in a lot of different places, and not from just cooking two dishes. The past couple of weeks have been rather trying and difficult. For the first time in a while, I have been exposed to friends losing loved ones. The collateral damage was and still is challenging, as their loss is mine as well. I guess you could say that I have been insulated from experiencing the pain of losing loved ones, regardless of how involved in their lives I was. These past couple of weeks was meant to remove the insulation and expose me to reality, shattering whatever bubble I was in.
OK. That was deep. Back on to some liter fair. Back to the story (OMG, how fun!). So now that you have a sense of where my mind was, and know that I have a smile on my face, you can guess that my mind was distracted while cooking dinner the other night. I was in rare form. I'm not sure I knew who I was, but I was enjoying every minute of my "goofiness". As I get to the end of cooking the risotto dish, and am ready to put the broccoli into the pan to complete the dish, I suddenly realize, and say out loud "There is no chicken in that pan, and any chicken I do have is in the freezer. How can a dish be chicken & brocolli rissoto if there is no chicken?!" Completely flustered, and out of my mind with laughter because I am flustered. I put the broccoli into the pan, finished cooking the dish, and said to my friend Mike - we are going out for dinner. And we enjoyed ribs.
Now, onto the DD guy (yummm, DD Guy). It has become a tradition, as you may have figured out from the previous stories, but for those of you that are new to these short stories, that I make my way to the DD store on Fridays. If asked why I go on Friday's and not other days, its because I get munchkins for my cube mates, and a way to celebrate the end of the week. You know I am not telling the whole truth, right? Can't you see there is a plan? I go on Friday's as a treat, not just for my cube mate's but because I treat myself to drooling over this man that works at DD (also because there are lots of trucks and men in trucks, which means lots of men). If I went every morning, it would not be a treat, and because I would go broke feeding my cube mates! So I have become accustomed to my Friday DD Guy Fix.
Well today is Friday, because the work week is over! So I got my fix this morning. I was very close to giving him my business card. But one has to wonder, as I do so much and often too much, do I want to give up my fix for something more or risk losing the fix all together? Alas, I retreated, but not without some spoils.... As he handed me the munchkins, our hands touched. I have to tell you that I never really believed in how a touch could linger but it did. It surprised me a bit as well, in a very nice way. I mumbled out something about turkey day, and walked away. Its almost as if the universe said, "Here is a treat! Enjoy". I am glowing and happy over this. next time I will hand him my card, I promise! :-)
If I have learned anything over the last couple of weeks, it is that life is that risks are required in order to enjoy the fullest life possible. Life is to be celebrated and cherished, because it can be gone in an instant.
To you, the reader, Have a great holiday. Be well, share life and love.
Deep Thoughts by Raspberry Poptart (8 November 2008)
Do you recall on SNL those quick sayings by Jack Handey? I happen to run across one the other day and believe it or not, I forgot who it was or where it came from, until I read it.
"Imagine a world without war, and full of peace. Now imagine us attacking that world because they would not suspect it" - Jack Handey.
Those are the twisted thoughts that go through my mind as I tackle the world of leaves. Here is another thought, to the tone of the Visa commercial
These are my thoughts as I did try to tackle the yard today. And there are still so many leaves to come down. I appreciate the circle of life, but on a movie, not in my back yard thank you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm just having fun now. I closed up shop because it did start to rain (or was that perspiration coming off my head, I digress), and was running out of bags to collect the wet heavy leaves. I love yard work, and I love to get dirty, but somehow leaves just don't do it for me. It's like trying to pick out grains of rice in hay - it just stinks! But it has to be done.
Other thoughts ran through my mind today, one happened to be this morning at Dunkin Donuts - no not the one with the guy I am afraid to talk to, the one down the street from where I live.
I was in line waiting, and I saw a father and his son. The boy couldn't have been more than 3 (its hard for me to gauge these children's age, nothing personal, just not my thing), and he was just bee bopping around, and his father was very playful. What struck me even more was that from that moment, I glimpsed that this dad allows his son to be who he is without question, without reserve, just there to protect and support.
Now we can all take a lesson from that - just support each other, and be there to protect when need be, so that we can be who we are.
I've got that with you, and you have that with me.
And on that note, no more leaves today. I'm going to veg in front of the tv and watch those leaves collect on the lawn again.
"Imagine a world without war, and full of peace. Now imagine us attacking that world because they would not suspect it" - Jack Handey.
Those are the twisted thoughts that go through my mind as I tackle the world of leaves. Here is another thought, to the tone of the Visa commercial
- Leaves falling from trees - $0
- Wet leaves that the leave blower can't get - $0
- Starting to rain and then you've put everything away and when the rain stops - $0
- Knowing you got through 1/5 of the yard, and you are wet with perspiration, and hate nature - $0 and pissed off
- Satisfaction - zero....
These are my thoughts as I did try to tackle the yard today. And there are still so many leaves to come down. I appreciate the circle of life, but on a movie, not in my back yard thank you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm just having fun now. I closed up shop because it did start to rain (or was that perspiration coming off my head, I digress), and was running out of bags to collect the wet heavy leaves. I love yard work, and I love to get dirty, but somehow leaves just don't do it for me. It's like trying to pick out grains of rice in hay - it just stinks! But it has to be done.
Other thoughts ran through my mind today, one happened to be this morning at Dunkin Donuts - no not the one with the guy I am afraid to talk to, the one down the street from where I live.
I was in line waiting, and I saw a father and his son. The boy couldn't have been more than 3 (its hard for me to gauge these children's age, nothing personal, just not my thing), and he was just bee bopping around, and his father was very playful. What struck me even more was that from that moment, I glimpsed that this dad allows his son to be who he is without question, without reserve, just there to protect and support.
Now we can all take a lesson from that - just support each other, and be there to protect when need be, so that we can be who we are.
I've got that with you, and you have that with me.
And on that note, no more leaves today. I'm going to veg in front of the tv and watch those leaves collect on the lawn again.
Raspberry Poptart Overdose (31 October 2008)
Overdose, raspberries, poptarts?" Perish the thought. And if you speak those words near me, be prepared. It won't be pretty.
Who ever said moderation was good, has not seen men in trucks, or when these men in trucks come equipped with raspberry poptarts. They would think moderation is a foul word as well!
I am delighted by the feedback regarding these raspberry stories. Many of you have started to idolize raspberry poptarts, smiling each time you see the box which is conveniently place on your microwave (I too have a box on top of my monitor at work - alas it is empty, but not to worry, there's more boxes in the drawers). Others have taken into providing me more poptarts than a person should have ever in a life time (have I mentioned my raspberry poptart party - bring your favorite raspberry poptart). One friend went so far as to mail me a box of poptarts - that going me going! And most of all, each one of you knows that this isn't about the poptarts, but getting through the challenges in life, and making the most of it!
Writing these stories has been on of the most therapeutic things I have done in a long time, and my therapist is verry encouraged. She decided that I wasn't crazy, just wacked! And I love being wacked. Sometimes I go into therapy and ask her what she wants to talk about! She just gives me that smile that says I should not mess with her - she has more tricks than I, but my tricks are more entertaining.
Part of this process is learning to be comfortable with who I am, taking the good and the bad. I love the bad parts, especially those that entertain thoughts of men in trucks. Woof. It has taken almost 39 years to get to a point where I can say I am comfortable in being different than others, and so much so that I relish in it. Its a way of life, and the more comfortable I am, the less I worry, and the less I worry, the less I have to pay my therapist! There are many challenges left, but they are much easier to tackle these days, and not so overwhelming.
Many of you have asked about the DD Guy. I finally had the courage to say hi, and asked him to pronounce his name. He did and then smiled (to me it looks likes hes flirting, and maybe he knows, or maybe that's just him, in either case I smiled back). I melted - Did not know how to respond. So I said have a good day, and left, kicking myself for not saying anything more. I punished myself by having cinnamon poptarts instead of raspberry - icky gross.
Then today, as with most fridays, I made my way to DD, and there he was again. The DD guy. AND, AND (are you ready) he asked me how it was going, and gave me that smile again. I responded that it was much better now. And that damned smile of his.
I wonder if he would blush knowing that I write about him. I blush now, just thinking about him! I wonder if he knows he might be my future ex-husband some day. Damn it - anyone want to go to DD at 11:30 with me!? I'll buy...
Last, a fun story about my roommate, Andrew. He decided that he needed a go-kart (because he didn't have one) and bought one last friday night at an auction. Saturday we picked it up (oh and there's a half hour lost on that day waiting for a hot dog for lunch - won't ever get that back) and delivered it to his office in Medway, but not before he took it for a spin. One minute he was close by putting around, and the next, I couldn't hear the buzz of the go-kart. Next thing I know he's being pulled over by a police officer - apparently there are not any crack houses in Medway or hookers, otherwise this would not have happened. For the next several minutes, Andrew and the officer are having a conversation. "Would you like me to take away your license? Don't you have to drive to work" the officer asks, and without missing a beat, Andrew replies "Nope!". Nearby, one of Andrew's limo drivers is cleaning a limo. The officer points to the limo driver and asks Andrew "What if he hits you with one of these vehicles?" Andrew quickly replies "He's fired!" LMAO I did for about an hour. The humor may be lost on you because its one of those things you had to be there to see, but the story still plays in my mind - big cop car, little itsy bitsy go-kart with andrew behind the wheel handing the officer his license. HA!
Happy Friday and Halloween
Be safe and be comfortable with being different!
Who ever said moderation was good, has not seen men in trucks, or when these men in trucks come equipped with raspberry poptarts. They would think moderation is a foul word as well!
I am delighted by the feedback regarding these raspberry stories. Many of you have started to idolize raspberry poptarts, smiling each time you see the box which is conveniently place on your microwave (I too have a box on top of my monitor at work - alas it is empty, but not to worry, there's more boxes in the drawers). Others have taken into providing me more poptarts than a person should have ever in a life time (have I mentioned my raspberry poptart party - bring your favorite raspberry poptart). One friend went so far as to mail me a box of poptarts - that going me going! And most of all, each one of you knows that this isn't about the poptarts, but getting through the challenges in life, and making the most of it!
Writing these stories has been on of the most therapeutic things I have done in a long time, and my therapist is verry encouraged. She decided that I wasn't crazy, just wacked! And I love being wacked. Sometimes I go into therapy and ask her what she wants to talk about! She just gives me that smile that says I should not mess with her - she has more tricks than I, but my tricks are more entertaining.
Part of this process is learning to be comfortable with who I am, taking the good and the bad. I love the bad parts, especially those that entertain thoughts of men in trucks. Woof. It has taken almost 39 years to get to a point where I can say I am comfortable in being different than others, and so much so that I relish in it. Its a way of life, and the more comfortable I am, the less I worry, and the less I worry, the less I have to pay my therapist! There are many challenges left, but they are much easier to tackle these days, and not so overwhelming.
Many of you have asked about the DD Guy. I finally had the courage to say hi, and asked him to pronounce his name. He did and then smiled (to me it looks likes hes flirting, and maybe he knows, or maybe that's just him, in either case I smiled back). I melted - Did not know how to respond. So I said have a good day, and left, kicking myself for not saying anything more. I punished myself by having cinnamon poptarts instead of raspberry - icky gross.
Then today, as with most fridays, I made my way to DD, and there he was again. The DD guy. AND, AND (are you ready) he asked me how it was going, and gave me that smile again. I responded that it was much better now. And that damned smile of his.
I wonder if he would blush knowing that I write about him. I blush now, just thinking about him! I wonder if he knows he might be my future ex-husband some day. Damn it - anyone want to go to DD at 11:30 with me!? I'll buy...
Last, a fun story about my roommate, Andrew. He decided that he needed a go-kart (because he didn't have one) and bought one last friday night at an auction. Saturday we picked it up (oh and there's a half hour lost on that day waiting for a hot dog for lunch - won't ever get that back) and delivered it to his office in Medway, but not before he took it for a spin. One minute he was close by putting around, and the next, I couldn't hear the buzz of the go-kart. Next thing I know he's being pulled over by a police officer - apparently there are not any crack houses in Medway or hookers, otherwise this would not have happened. For the next several minutes, Andrew and the officer are having a conversation. "Would you like me to take away your license? Don't you have to drive to work" the officer asks, and without missing a beat, Andrew replies "Nope!". Nearby, one of Andrew's limo drivers is cleaning a limo. The officer points to the limo driver and asks Andrew "What if he hits you with one of these vehicles?" Andrew quickly replies "He's fired!" LMAO I did for about an hour. The humor may be lost on you because its one of those things you had to be there to see, but the story still plays in my mind - big cop car, little itsy bitsy go-kart with andrew behind the wheel handing the officer his license. HA!
Happy Friday and Halloween
Be safe and be comfortable with being different!
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