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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Where's my house warming gift?

I've moved. Update your linking/stalking/whathaveyou info to the following simple, handy URL... sprizee.com.

Huge, HUGE thanks to Wheelson for all his help getting the old posts (with comments!) setup over at the new place. Yesss.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Ring Ring.

My cellphone just rang while I was napping. At first I tried to ignore it, but after approximately 1.5 rings curiosity got the better of me. I had to get up and check it out. Right before I flipped open my phone the ringing stopped, and of course, the caller id function just conveniently decided not to work on this call. Damn, that's what I get for not turning my phone off during my nap or keeping it close enough to catch the call in time.

Anyways, I'm pretty sure it was a leprechan... offering me his pot of gold. Damn, damn, damn. Hey, little green troll? If you're listening, I'm awake now and ready for my three wishes.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

The Big O

Man, is it just me or are there only two topics Oprah covers anymore? 1) Whoring for tv shows, promoting the latest crap to hit network tv and 2) men bashing. I guess I'm starting to rethink this whole Oprah is God and should run for president mentality I've been sporting.

That said, I'm still down with an invite to the next Favorite Things taping.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

The way I see it, kind of.

Yesturday I was stuck in training all day. I got a lot out of the session, but after about 6 hours my mind began to wander. Even after I made a trip down to Starbucks to jolt myself with some caffeine, I was having trouble focusing.

Starbucks has this new gimmick where you can submit a short pargraph that they might feature on their cups. It's THE WAY I SEE IT series, so to speak. The cup I got had the following:

The Way I See It # 21
People need to see that, far from being an obstacle, the world's diversity of languages, religions and traditions is a great treasure, affording us precious opportunities to regonize ourselves in others.


As I was sitting in that training session, my mind wandering, I began writing. The results:

For me, traveling isn't really about visiting landmarks and seeing things - because if that was the case I'd just go to Vegas to experience Paris. It's about experiencing other cultures, and reveling in the diversity of the world and, ultimately, learning the truth about different cultures, races and belief systems. That, fundamentally, we all want the same thing - to love and be loved. To open your mind and share your experiences with others.

Perhaps that explains why I love history books so much. If you think about it, they're really just dusty old copies of interpersonal dynamics captured on paper. Why did that guy do that? What motivates that girl? Curiosity keeps life interesting. The unexpected events in life keep you on your toes.

So that's exactly what I wrote, word for word. Sure this isn't exacly how I see things. Sure, I could bother editing it. Sure, words don't always express how you feel. Sure, sometimes your thoughts are intangible. But sometimes things are better left raw.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Fumbling towards something more.

It's so tempting to cross the line. To step over and experience what's on the other side. I've done it before. And I've dealt with the consequences. But that's no way to start something lasting.

Was it worth it? No, unless you consider it an exercise in learning what not to do again. Is it still tempting? Sure. But do I think it's worth it. No fucking way.

It's true that fools rush in. But I've never been the type to jump full force into some new situation without mulling things over long and hard. Rather I'm the girl in the background taking everything in, envisioning my actions, their reactions and the consequences.

Always the pesky consequences. Of how what I do will effect me, effect others and effect my reality. You could say I have a tendency to think too much with too little action. Then there was that other time. When the pendulum swung the other way.

And this fool rushed in. To a burning building. At first, I thought the fire was great, warm and cozy. It gave my cheeks a rosy glow. But before I knew it, it was out of control and rapidly taking over everything in its path. And I was so far gone, I didn't even realize this until it was too late, and I had actually been scorched.

For a while I thought I'd never think about living so in the moment again. That it was too risky and scary and heartbreaking. But I've realized it wasn't being risky and bold that caused all that damage. It was focusing on inconsequential moments and losing myself in the process.

It's one thing to be wild and crazy but it's quite another to throw away everything you worked so hard to achieve. It's true that everyone makes mistakes. I made a mistake. But is it a mistake I regret? No, because in the end, I walked away a stronger person.

I seem to be surrounded by other people lately who are going through the same sort of thing. Deciding what's important. Deciding what they want out of life.

I think there's something to the whole "everything in place but you still feel something is still missing". And that something for me was perspective. In the dark days, when my soul felt drained and hope in short supply I didn't know if I'd ever feel the same again. But it's true what they say. Time heals all.

Time healed me. And friendship, sharing and gratitude allowed me to finally appreciate all things right before my eyes that were so close to me, it had become difficult to step back, take it all in and really truly enjoy it. Enter the idea of losing all of it and you learn to quickly wake up.

So I've gone through my own personal storm and come out the other side a wiser, stronger person more sure of who I am and what I want out of life. I don't have any words of wisdom, other than... if you're asking the question, you already know the anwser.

Sure, it sounds like a great idea. Trying to prevent people I love from making the same mistakes I've made, but it simply doesn't work like that. Each person has to figure out for themselves, ultimately, what they are going to do. And then they have to actually do it. Neither of those things are easily done. If there's one thing I know for certain, it's that.

Life is confusing, and unexpected, and exciting, and hard, and a million other things I'm not going to bother to list. My point is life is what you make it. In the past year, I've come to realize that I am surrounded by some of the most wonderful people.

People that will hold me up when I feel like I can't stand. People that will call me up for no good reason other than to say hi. People that will do stupid things just to make me laugh. People that will give me silly gifts for no reason at all. People that will take the time to listen to me blather on about the same heartbreak or excitment or latest mundane trivia in my life.

And people that will share their stories and experiences with me. Headstart for Happiness is one of these people. There are many more, but in a sea of friends, she stands out above the rest. Her honest and friendship mean more to me than words can ever express.

Other than, I love you anam cara.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Beer run

[loud booming voice]

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! One day only. One day only. The Seattle St. Pat's Day Dash. If you miss this, you'd better be dead. Or in jail. And if you're in jail, BREAK OUT! Be there! Be there! Be there!

Because nothing goes together like running and beer.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

To make you feel my love.

Last night I had a date with Dylan at the Paramount. It was the last night of a 3 night gig and there were tons of people standing around with an air of desperation, holding up fingers or cardboard signs, hoping to buy tickets to a sold out show.



I took this picture on the way to the entrance right before The Dude started whistling at me, asking me to pack it up so we could just go inside already, which was not so great because I was also in the midst of putting the camera in my purse and The Dude's outburst called attention to that very fact. Then when I tried to enter the rent-a-cop at the door denied me with a "sorry, no cameras".

So I did what any sane person would do. I said, "Oh, sure. No problem. I'll just go put it in the car then", walked around the corner, stuffed the camera in the bottom of my purse, waited 3 minutes and then walked back to the entrance.

As any 20s something girl can tell you, those security guys at concerts never actually look in your purse. They only ask you to unzip it and then pretend like they're looking in there, but they never actually look. My theory is they're too afraid they might see some tampons. And lord knows there is nothing scarier than a random tampon sighting.

Anywho, I don't understand what all the no camera fuss was about. What? Did they think I was going to take a picture of the concert and post it on the InternetS? Please I would never do something like that. That's just not my style.



I have to admit I didn't recognize many of the songs during the concert but I enjoyed all of them. Dylan's talent for writing lyrics that capture moments and moods in history and life is undeniable. Especially this one which made me weep.

And in related news, I managed to make it out of my apartment this morning without any earings on. File that one under reasons I don't function properly on less than 8 hours of sleep.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Lovely Day

I stopped by downtown on my way home today. I had to... oh never mind the details are rather boring. The point is I took these photos while driving via my arm out the sunroof. And yes, that is a super safe activity and I only do it when I'm going less than 5 mph. Clearly, one of the two previous statements was a flat out lie. Wait, make that both.







Then I look at you, and the world is alright with me.
And I know it's gonna be, gonna be, gonna be...
A lovely day.
- Courtesy of The Body Guard soundtrack*

*Yep, I've still got my copy. No one's perfect.

Me and Jesus are like this [crosses fingers]

The other day I was sitting in traffic behind some van with the following adornments: 1) a license plate holder that read, "Jesus is Lord", 2) a bumper sticker that read, "Jesus loves you. Do you love Jesus?", 3) a jesus fish in the rear window and, 4) a personalized license plate that read, "JZUSRLZ". If that is not reason enough to make sure your camera is handy with a fully charged battery at all times, then I don't know what is.

A note has been made.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Yakkitty Yak, Don't Talk Back.

On the way out the door this morning I grabbed my gym bag, keys and some food which I threw in a bag. It wasn't really lunch per se but let's just call it lunch to simplify things. So lunch, keys and bag in hand, I made it out the door and down 5 flights to the garage and my car. Only something was missing. My purse.

So I threw my lunch, keys and bag in the car, locked it and headed over to the elevator so I could run back up to my apartment and grab the most important thing I just neglected to grab on my way out the door, which I might add, I also forgot last week, except last week I got all the way to work without it. Awesome. Except not.

So over at the elevator waiting to get back up to my apartment, who do I run into but the building manager who lives in the apartment next to mine and it probably the nicest and most friendliest person I know this side of the Mississippi. Translation, the only way to end a conversation with her is to stop interacting in the conversation in any way shape or form 3 minutes before you want it to end and then finally give up the idea that she'll stop talking and end up just walking away even when she continues to yammer on because she's a non-stop talker.

So there we are in the elevator and she's got two dogs on a leash and she's being her normal chatty self and then midway through a sentence she looks over at me with a funny look on her face and says, "Where are you going?". To which I reply, "Work." More confused quizical looks follow from her since I'm headed back up to my apartment, ie, decidedly the wrong direction if I'm headed to work. So I follow up with a, "I forgot my purse." To which she replies, "Are you pregnant?" To which I reply, "No."

And then I follow it up with a smile and a, "Go to hell", (in my head) as I step off the elevator and into my apartment as she continues to blather on about something.

Monday, March 07, 2005

How not to buy a couch.

1) Start at Ikea. 2 years ago. Decide all their furniture is crap.

2) Visit Dania. Decide you can't decide which color, fabric, couch combo you like.

3) Realize this is going to be more money than you expected.

4) Decide it doesn't make any sense to buy a couch until you move into your first house.

5) Sit for months neverending on uncomfortable, uninviting chairs passed down to you from your friends and family because you can't rationalize spending over a thousand dollars on some temporary couch that most likely won't fit in your first house and you'll have to end up giving it away.

6) Finally break down and decide that after years and years of living sans couch or comfortable chairs it's time to just cave and shell out some dough.

7) Make sure you have your camera so you can capture all the insanity but don't bother checking if the battery is dead and/or if you have a spare. It is and you don't.

8) Wait until the weather becomes unseasonally warm and inviting.

9) Proceed to spend the entire weekend inside, roaming from one furniture store to the next hoping to see at least one piece of furniture which does not scream, "Come over here and give grandmy a kiss".

9) Do something you never thought you'd do in this lifetime. Visit Levitz. Leave without a couch but with a new found fear of the "typical American" and what they consider stylish and comfortable. Hint: Crap.

10) See so many couches that you never want to see again but want so badly to share with the InternetS. It's not happening. Refer to #7.

11) Visit 2 more furniture stores and come to the realization that you may never find a couch that suits you but if things keep going the way they seem to be insanity will be your next stop.

12) Keep fingers crossed that insanity is actually your next stop. This couch shopping is getting tiresome and you could use some excitement in your life.

13) Be ridiculed by one salesman who asks you what's the hurry and tells you to slow down because they're open until 6pm and then, to top things off, says, "hey, we've got a 5mph speed limit so you better slow down [chuckle, chuckle]".

13) Kick yourself for not responding to the stupid salesman who asked if he could help you find something. "Yes. The door?" Store. Making. Me. Insane.

14) Once again reel back in sticker shock. Not only are all the couches ugly. They're also fucking expensive.

15) Decide maybe Ikea wasn't such a bad idea afterall.

16) Break down and buy a couch from Ikea.

17) Attempt to rationalize it.

18) Hang head in shame.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Procrastinaire

You have no idea how excited I am that the weekend is almost here. This is the first weekend in quite a while in which I won't be out of town, or running around trying to get a million in one tasks completed before the upcoming weekend out of town, and I'm loving it.

Things I plan on doing this weekend:

Dropping off a bunch of stuff at the goodwill that's been sitting around collecting dust by my door for going on 2 months.

Taking my favorite sweater which started unraveling at the sleeve last fall to the alterations clinic to see if they can fix it. If not, I'm flying to China to find someone who can knit me a new one. I know you're wondering if it's Pink! but some things are better left unsaid. P.S. Stop asking stupid questions.

Reading, reading and more reading.

Sitting down and writing out a list of all the books on my radar to read this year starting with Arab & Jew by David Shipler, that one about Colditz,The Monkey Wars by Deb Blum and a bunch more that I could recall if I applied myself, but hello? I said I would do that this weekend. Pay attention.

Or I might just spend the whole weekend doing nothing since nothing says bitch'n weekend like sleeping in until noon and never marking a damn thing off that pesky to do list.

P.S. As a general rule of thumb, if I tell you I'm going to get some stuff done by the end of the week it will totally happen... as long as you replace the word week with the word year.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Freedom, constitutionally speaking

Sent: Thursday, March 03, 2005 9:23 AM
To: 'president@whitehouse.gov'; 'AskDOJ@usdoj.gov'
Subject: Obain Attouoman - Should not be deported!

Obain’s case # is (A72 375 228)

Clearly, Obain has given much to the US and it would be a tragedy if he was forced to be deported against his will and sent back to a hostile country. He has given much as a teacher, a mentor, a friend and is not easily replaced. In the US, where teachers that care about young minds are often forced to take other jobs that pay better and are less emotionally draining, it is important to send a clear message to all Americans. We value the teachers that shape the people of our future and will do everything in our power to protect, honor and value their contributions.

Start by allowing Obain Attouoman to remain in this country.


Don't allow the US government to deport Obain Attouoman. Let your voice be heard. After all, that is perhaps the most fundamental principle upon which the US was founded.

If you don't like what's happening, speak up.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

VoteStrong

Tonight I was pleasantly suprised with a unexpected gift from my friend Deron after meeting up with Egan at two different Starbucks locations. Don't ask. Not because it's a long story, but more because it's a boring one. Anyways, back to the fabulous gift from DLo. At first I was all confused as to exactly what it was.

Umm, a black rubber band? Thanks. I think...

Then I noticed it was a LiveStrong copy kitty spin off bracelet engraved with the following: I DID NOT VOTE 4 BUSH. Technically, I don't think they call anything in plastic "engraved" but you know what I mean.




At any rate, I think it's pretty damn cool. I mean despite the fact that a) I did vote for Bush b) I think he's doing a bang up job as prez and c) I think we should get rid of that silly little law on the books that prevents W for running for a third term. Maybe I should make a bracelet out of that?

Now what was it that Egan was saying about political posts on blogs. Something about how they don't make for interesting topics. Hmmmm, we'll just see about that. Or will we?

In the meantime, you can get your black resistance band over here. And thanks DLo. You're the best!