I have been living under a black cloud of bad luck lately. This is my official request to cash in some of my good karma.
Two weeks ago I was late as I was heading to work, so I'm rushing down the three stairs to get to my back door and inadvertently kick my compost bucket which hits the wall and explodes.
That very same week I had to cancel two vacation days because a work project deadline was moved up a week.
Two days later, I'm walking down the stairs to empty my dehumidifier bucket. I slip down the last two stairs and jam my toe. Ouch! I hobble around, trying to shake it off ...I was determined to not let it get the best of me.
The next day it hurts and is kind of throbbing, no big deal. The day after, the last two toes are twice the normal size and half my foot is bruised and my little toe is black. The bruise has been entertaining though, it changes every day. I limped for a full week.
It's been enough time for this injury to heal, so a couple days ago, I wore very low heels. Not even an inch high. By noon I was totally regretting it. Bad move, because now the toe is red, throbbing and hurts again when I walk--I think it's official, broken toe.
Let's continue to review my accident prone ways ... on Friday, I went home for lunch (at 2!) and I made myself a cup of green tea. The water is ready and I pour it into a cup that has a tea ball in it. But then, as I pick up the cup to move it to the counter from the stove, a tidal wave of scalding water comes cascading over the side.
It rushes is over my hand and it's all I can do not to drop the cup. Now I have a bright red burn from my index finger all the way across my hand to my ring finger. I've been putting aloe on it, and I'm worried it's as healed as it's going to get. I already scar pretty easily so I might have to find my magical scar reducing gel and start putting that on.
Today I stopped to get gas and a cup of coffee. I lift the nozzle out of the holder and gas splashes up at me, completely covering my shirt. The nozzle must have been broken because it did the same thing after I took it out of my car (standing far away). I smelled so bad I gave myself a headache. So as soon as I could I went home and changed my clothes.
So universe ... I give! I'm sorry for whatever I did~ I'll stop complaining about the stuff that's driving me crazy. I hold down the bitterness about office coverage and answering phones. Just please ... make the bad stuff go away!!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The view from my chair
After work I was sitting in my yellow, very weathered looking Adirondack chair on my patio. I was struck by the moment--and that moment was exactly what I needed.
Moments of calm, peace and unexpected beauty always captivate me. You never know when they're coming. So I guess they're God's happy little surprises.
I was working on my new, beautiful laptop (there may be a forthcoming post professing my love) with my feet up on the fire pit and i looked up. It was quite spectacular, the view from my chair.
In that moment, looking up at this enormous pine tree that I see everyday; a view from a chair that I should have experienced many times before ... was just so new. I marveled how the world changes from a different perspective.
I've gotten a lot of perspective in the past month. From the very frivolous---reference above my sleek and sexy new laptop compared to old trusty that is three times as thick. To the very serious--interviewing an amazing woman who suffered through horrible things that gives me nightmares every time I go back to her story.
Also a reminder of the perspective that I'm an outsider looking in, knowing the price is too high to find the warm feeling of acceptance that used to be natural.
So sitting in my chair, I was took a moment to reflect on how the world changes depending on where you sit--literally and figuratively.
And I reminded myself that while I had poor turn of luck that made my week horrible, bit of bad news destroyed a week for someone else.
I guess perspective also comes with a healthy dose of gratitude.
Moments of calm, peace and unexpected beauty always captivate me. You never know when they're coming. So I guess they're God's happy little surprises.
I was working on my new, beautiful laptop (there may be a forthcoming post professing my love) with my feet up on the fire pit and i looked up. It was quite spectacular, the view from my chair.
In that moment, looking up at this enormous pine tree that I see everyday; a view from a chair that I should have experienced many times before ... was just so new. I marveled how the world changes from a different perspective.
I've gotten a lot of perspective in the past month. From the very frivolous---reference above my sleek and sexy new laptop compared to old trusty that is three times as thick. To the very serious--interviewing an amazing woman who suffered through horrible things that gives me nightmares every time I go back to her story.
Also a reminder of the perspective that I'm an outsider looking in, knowing the price is too high to find the warm feeling of acceptance that used to be natural.
So sitting in my chair, I was took a moment to reflect on how the world changes depending on where you sit--literally and figuratively.
And I reminded myself that while I had poor turn of luck that made my week horrible, bit of bad news destroyed a week for someone else.
I guess perspective also comes with a healthy dose of gratitude.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Heart in a blender
Disappointed this year. My colors ... they aren't as brilliant and sparkly. The squeals. Well, there aren't any.
So You Think You Can Dance. Season 8. EPIC FAIL. (the season henceforce known as 'Yeah, we can dance, what of it?! (YWCDWOI))
At first, I loved the all stars. Perhaps they should do just an all star show. I had so many favorites. There were so many that could have made the show.
But it wasn't right. I didn't miss the show when it wasn't on. I didn't care about every moment. I *gasp* missed routines.
Part of the tarnish is I think the all stars carried the contestants in a way that they couldn't fail, which resulted in them not pushing themselves. When contestents dance with someone who excels at their field, and in many instances are teachers themselves, the newbies always maintain the average. There were no huge missteps, and some times, to borrow from a cliche ... you need to fall to rise again.
Were there too many good contestants? Very few were not the best in their genre. I mean, come on, Alex Freakin' Wong. When the judges say that was perfection (in Week 2!), it gets boring.
Speaking of perfection, maybe there was a memo the audience didn't get. Judges were way too nice. The first or second week they were honest, but then they apologized for being harsh. But, not only is perfection boring, you also don't learn from it.
Because let's face it, even though they maybe more naturally talented or better trained than prior contestants, they aren't as exciting. There are no highs or lows, it's all mid range.
The choreographers also aren't varied enough. Or maybe it's not enough of the old favorites. Every week there's a nappytabs routine. It doesn't make me hold my breath anymore. I used to squeal when my fav choregos were on the show. No Shane. No Brian. No Wade. No Mia.
I used to get butterflies before the show. Last week. I didn't even watch.
Dancers personalities are great. Maybe too young, maybe too trained. But the excitement, passion isn't the same.
Maybe everything just aligned under the wrong star this year. It just isn't working.
Injuries. It's hard to be invested in the competition when the best three dancers are eliminated because of injury. To leave after that Twitch routine, maybe Alex rose the bar to a level the other dancers couldn't reach and his absence is preventing the others from exceeding expectations.
I'll watch Season 9 --- but in the meantime I'm totally dialed into QuestCrew.com to get the butterflies I used to get. <3 <3
So You Think You Can Dance. Season 8. EPIC FAIL. (the season henceforce known as 'Yeah, we can dance, what of it?! (YWCDWOI))
At first, I loved the all stars. Perhaps they should do just an all star show. I had so many favorites. There were so many that could have made the show.
But it wasn't right. I didn't miss the show when it wasn't on. I didn't care about every moment. I *gasp* missed routines.
Part of the tarnish is I think the all stars carried the contestants in a way that they couldn't fail, which resulted in them not pushing themselves. When contestents dance with someone who excels at their field, and in many instances are teachers themselves, the newbies always maintain the average. There were no huge missteps, and some times, to borrow from a cliche ... you need to fall to rise again.
Were there too many good contestants? Very few were not the best in their genre. I mean, come on, Alex Freakin' Wong. When the judges say that was perfection (in Week 2!), it gets boring.
Speaking of perfection, maybe there was a memo the audience didn't get. Judges were way too nice. The first or second week they were honest, but then they apologized for being harsh. But, not only is perfection boring, you also don't learn from it.
Because let's face it, even though they maybe more naturally talented or better trained than prior contestants, they aren't as exciting. There are no highs or lows, it's all mid range.
The choreographers also aren't varied enough. Or maybe it's not enough of the old favorites. Every week there's a nappytabs routine. It doesn't make me hold my breath anymore. I used to squeal when my fav choregos were on the show. No Shane. No Brian. No Wade. No Mia.
I used to get butterflies before the show. Last week. I didn't even watch.
Dancers personalities are great. Maybe too young, maybe too trained. But the excitement, passion isn't the same.
Maybe everything just aligned under the wrong star this year. It just isn't working.
Injuries. It's hard to be invested in the competition when the best three dancers are eliminated because of injury. To leave after that Twitch routine, maybe Alex rose the bar to a level the other dancers couldn't reach and his absence is preventing the others from exceeding expectations.
I'll watch Season 9 --- but in the meantime I'm totally dialed into QuestCrew.com to get the butterflies I used to get. <3 <3
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