Nothing is Wasted

My mom recently passed a book on to me that a coworker gave her during a big transition in her career, it is called What I Wish For You: Simple Wisdom For a Happy Life by Patti Digh.  Originally seeking advice for her daughter upon high school graduation, Patti turned to readers of her blog asking them to send in anything that would help.  What she received was a vast collection of warming and inspiring stories, short notes, and art with advice for people going through, well…life.   This book is much more than guidance for a teenager entering the real world; in fact it is probably better appreciated by adults who know these lessons to be true. 

This is one of the entries that I read this weekend and enjoyed so much I wanted to share… 

Top 5 Blogs I Love

A good chunk of my day is dedicated to checking in to some of my favorite blogs.  I would like to share those blogs with you so when you are sitting at your desk at work trying to look busy you have something interesting to look at (:

If I Can Make It Here I Can Make It Anywhere.

I realize that it may be tempting to take this announcement with a grain of salt, completely my fault since my future plans have been a bit reminiscent of The Boy Who Cried Wolf, but I am moving to New York!

Really. Seriously.  I am.

Blurbles! 7-29

1.Dads are funny.  Especially when they are in a healthcare setting with their child.  Especially when you ask them their child’s date of birth.  I love asking that, and I love seeing them get uncomfortable when they can’t remember.  It’s causes secret giggles inside.  Dads can be so awkward and clueless. Thank God for women and moms. 

Blurbles! 7-27

BLURBLES are some of my random thoughts.  Not thought out enough to really write about, but nonetheless worthy of a mention. 

1. I used to really love JLO…Jenny from the Block, Bennifer.  I was all over that.  Then she disappeared for a while which was fine, had her little babies, and then tried to put out an album that no one cared about.  Then BAM! American Idol comes along and everyone loves her again.  This annoys me.  Probably because American Idol really annoys me and I think it’s pathetic that it made her relevant again.  But regardless of my feelings about the show it is undeniable that it completely brought her back into the spotlight.  Now all of a sudden her album, which no one would invest in before, is released and becomes a hit. This did not make me love her again.  I cannot listen to that piece of shit song and I prefer Jennifer Lopez’s Ass on the movie screen not in music videos. But her divorcing Mark Anthony?  That did it.  I love her again.  JLo is back y’all!  That guy is such a creepy little skeezball, always has been.  I don’t know what she saw in him in the first place, but who am I to talk?  I’ve had my fair share of skeezballs.  It’s just great to see her confident and happy.  Sometimes I can’t wait to be older, to be in my 30’s and have my shit together and have that confidence.  Look at her confidence, look how beautiful it makes her.  I want that.  Except she is actually 42 and I don’t want that.

Jealousy Schmealousy

Jealousy.  Boo.  We all hate it, yeah?  No one likes to feel jealous and no one likes to have a jealous significant other.  Regrettably, I have been given the jealousy gene.  I believe that too.  I believe it is just in some people, like a mean little twin that never developed and is now only a bump in your back with teeth and everything.  Of course, jealousy is a byproduct of insecurity, but I think it can also be caused by a crazy vivid imagination, not unlike my own.  I have a real talent for imagining the worst possible scenarios.  I should probably write horror movies or really sad, depressing indie films. I have always had this dark imagination gnawing at me, and not just with boys, with everything.  That is how I managed to stay out of trouble as a kid and teen.  I would think of the worst possible consequences and was sure that they would happen to me if I tested it. 

Funnies

Splish Splash!

I really love a good bath.  It is my chosen method of relaxation, so far fail proof, and my favorite place to read.  When I am sick a bath does wonders; steamy hot water clears the sinuses, relaxes my muscles, and leave me all shiny and sparkly again.  One of my most romantic moments was when a boyfriend ran a bubble bath for me after a long night.  He didn't even join me, so it was perfect. 

I know people have a real issue about soaking in your own filth; I would ask those people why the fuck they are so filthy.  I mean, rinse off before you soak and everything should be fine. 

What better place to relax than these amazing baths?  Can you imagine?! This thrills me to no end.  Someday I will have one of these…someday.  And when that day comes I will be a wrinkled prune from sitting in there all day. Someone's going to have to pull my ass out.  I hope it's a lover and not the paramedics. 

What's your favorite?

Omvivo Le Cob Bathtub

Hoesch Water Lounge

Mastella Waterfall Tub

KASCH Oriental Overflow



This I Believe...

I believe in the power of nature.  When I lay in the grass with the sun wrapping around my skin like a warm blanket and the wind whispering in the background, I am where I should be.  When I stand on a mountainside and I gaze out upon the stretch of trees I am overcome with a sense of insignificance.  When I see a coyote trotting quietly through the desert brush I see another world. 

My daily world is not one where I feel in touch with nature.  I sit in air conditioned buildings with fluorescent artificial light, and aside from the short walk across a parking lot to my car I do not get to spend a lot of time outside. 

SheWoman

“Chauvinist. C-H-A-U-V-A-N-I-S-T...right, Mom?”

“Close, sweetie, only one letter off!”

I was in second grade sitting around the dinner table with my family talking about my P.E. teacher.  Who knows now what his chauvinistic offenses were, but 8-year-old Jennifer was pissed, not to mention a fabulous speller.  No doubt my mom was proud.