Friday, January 30, 2009
But it did make me think of other concert experiences I've had...
Like my first concert ever. Summer of 1983. Rick Springfield. I went with my best girlfriend, Tina. And her Dad. I think we were like 15. He just sat there looking pretty bored, while Tina and I danced, sang and screamed the night away to the ohsobeautiful Rick. To this day, whenever I hear Jessie's Girl, I think about that glorious night.
Then there was the best concert I have EVER been to. Fall of 2001. Matchbox 20, and Train. I loved every single song they played that night. I knew every word, and sang my heart out to all of them. I felt like I could have gone up on stage and taken over - you know, if they had gotten tired or something. The weather was still warm, an Indian summer, and it was an outdoor venue in the middle of nowhere. And it rained. I'm not talking a little sprinkle, it absolutely poured. But no one cared. A lot of people were making raincoats out of trash bags, but not us. We just let the rain come down and soak our clothes all the way through. It was almost a religious experience - like I was being baptised by the music. In the middle of the show, there was this gorgeous lightning storm - that almost forced them to stop the concert. But they didn't. They told the audience that if we were sticking around, so would they. Then they played the song, "3am"...
And she only sleeps when its raining
And she screams
And her voice is straining
And she says, baby, it's 3am, I must be lonely
When she says, baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe it
What was your first concert? How about the best concert you've ever been to?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
We survived the emotional roller coaster of High School, hormones and boys. We saw each other off to college. We were there for each other still, even though we were at times miles away.
We supported each other as we graduated from college, moved out on our own into our first places, got our first jobs and met the men we would marry. You were my maid of honor, and I was yours.
We were there for the birth of each of our beautiful children, and support each other as we navigate our way through the wonderful challenge of Motherhood.
We've fought, laughed and cried together. We've shared some of the saddest, most difficult, happiest and most amazing moments of our lives with each other. Whatever life has in store for us, there is one thing I know. We will be there for each other, always.
Thank God for you.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I don't get it.
Granted, it's been fun reconnecting with people. I enjoy seeing every one's pictures. The status updates are pretty funny sometimes.
But, I just don't understand what the point is.
Do I need to know when people become fans of something? I mean, I'm a big fan of dark chocolate, but I bet it doesn't change your life to know that. And what is with all these drinking requests? I don't even drink that much in real life, why would I want a bunch of fake internet drinks? Besides, I get nervous every time I attempt to accept one of these requests, and Facebook asks me if I'm ok with it pulling my profile information, photos, my friends' info, and other content that it requires to work... why the hell does it need all that crap just so that my socalledfriend can give me some kind of crazy drink that I can't even actually consume? Then there are the quizzes and games I've been invited to. They look like fun, but when am I supposed to find the time to do those? Blogging is already keeping me up later than I should be most times.
Then it keeps suggesting people for me to be friends with. Is the point to see how many people want to be your friend, because I got enough of that in High School, and frankly - I wasn't that good at it back then either. One of these people that it keeps wanting me to friend, is someone from work that I can not stand. The last thing I want to see is his stupid face every time I log into Facebook. And what do you do when someone sends you a friend request that you are not all that thrilled with being friends with. I can't help but feel rude to just ignore them, so I end up just accepting. Does that make me a Facebook whore?
And how often am I supposed to be updating my status? It currently says that I'm "now leaving work...TGIF", which is clearly now outdated. I feel like I should update it, but really don't have anything to say. Not to mention that every time I go to do a status update, I think about all the people that will read it. Maybe I don't want soandso to know that I'm watching The Bachelor, when I told them that I had something really important to do tonight. Even though it is important to evaluate how pathetic women can actually be in the hopes of marrying a man they are convinced they have fallen in love with based on reputation alone and the fact that so many other women are in a feeding frenzy for said man. I need to keep up, so I can get in on the post-show conversation at work. That's important.
So Lish, thanks a lot, but I am not loving Facebook.
Post script... My very good friend Lish felt this post made her sound like "some idiot Facebook fanatic". Let me go on record to say that she is definitely not some idiot Facebook fanatic. The girl does not even have internet at her house. So she's really some no-internet-access-at-home idiot. I mean really, who does not have internet access at home? She calls it self control. I call it just plain crazy. Truly Lish, you know I jest! The thing that sent me over the edge, and inspired this post, was a certain "friend" of mine who has been clogging up my Facebook home page with his constant status updates - I'm talking like every hour. I don't really want to know what this person is doing once a year, much less every freaking time I log onto Facebook. So, please don't take this post personally. It's not you. It's me.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
So, back to gratitude, THANK YOU to PsychMamma for the attitude/gratitude award! This is my second lemonade stand award, so I'm doubly blessed. When I first got this award, my sister asked me what the lemonade stand meant. I thought that maybe it had something to do with making lemonade out of lemons. Seems I was right!
In honor of that, I am going to share some of my favorite quotes on gratitude.
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. Albert Schweitzer
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude. Denis Waitley
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. John F. Kennedy
If you concentrate on finding whatever is good in every situation, you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude, a feeling that nurtures the soul. Rabbi Harold Kushner
Blessed are those that can give without remembering and receive without forgetting. Unknown
And my favorite...
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. Buddha
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I can only imagine what it is like to be African American today. It has been such a long journey to come to this point, and that fact should not be overlooked. Yet, even though he is the first black President, and that means so much to so many people, at the same time - he truly is the President for everyone. I think he represents America's ability to finally look past the color of one's skin.
For me, Obama becoming our President represents change, hope, unity and inspiration in a time of great challenge. Let's hope that America embraces the idea that Obama spoke to tonight, that it's not he alone who will effect change - it's up to all of us.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Dear Malia and Sasha,
I know that you've both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn't have let you have. But I also know that it hasn't always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn't make up for all the time we've been apart. I know how much I've missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.
When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me—about how I'd make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn't seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn't count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, that's why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.
I want us to push the boundaries of discovery so that you'll live to see new technologies and inventions that improve our lives and make our planet cleaner and safer. And I want us to push our own human boundaries to reach beyond the divides of race and region, gender and religion that keep us from seeing the best in each other.
That was the lesson your grandmother tried to teach me when I was your age, reading me the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence and telling me about the men and women who marched for equality because they believed those words put to paper two centuries ago should mean something.
She helped me understand that America is great not because it is perfect but because it can always be made better—and that the unfinished work of perfecting our union falls to each of us. It's a charge we pass on to our children, coming closer with each new generation to what we know America should be.
These are the things I want for you—to grow up in a world with no limits on your dreams and no achievements beyond your reach, and to grow into compassionate, committed women who will help build that world. And I want every child to have the same chances to learn and dream and grow and thrive that you girls have. That's why I've taken our family on this great adventure.
I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.
I hope to share this with my kids now, and throughout their lives.
I hope to live these values in my own life, and keep them in the forefront of my mind in every action I take as a Mother.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
She couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
It was then I realized that what I was saying to everyone yesterday, about how there is always a silver lining...this is just a job...there is so much more to life...things like this remind people of what is really important in life - all of it is true. She is excited to have the opportunity to find her true joy in life and pursue that, rather than being stuck in the less-than-fulfilling job she'd been doing at our firm. I'm actually a bit jealous.
Even though lunches between SJ and I always contain ample portions of laughter, in light of recent events, I was prepared to do my best to help her feel better. Instead, she helped me.
I share in her joy. She inspires me.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
As I walked into the office this morning, a guy commented to me "today is not going to be fun", to which I replied "yah, today is going to suck".
Just as I was about to take the elevator up to my floor, I saw one of my colleagues walking out with the dreaded box of personal items. I stopped her, and found out that it was true. She was laid off. We said our goodbyes, and as she walked out, I noticed that there was a line of taxis waiting outside our office.
Oh God. It's real. It's happening.
After I got to my desk, I started getting email after email about people who were let go. One of my colleagues was instant messaging me about how nervous he was, when all the sudden his messages stopped. He called me later to tell me that he'd been let go.
So many people. Some I've know since the first day I started at my firm. Some I've worked with at my firm for almost 15 years. One who is one of my very best friends. We ate lunch together practically every day.
I spent a lot of the day comforting those who had left, and those who were still there.
I am so sad.
I feel like I need to be strong. Who am I to feel sorry for myself? I survived.
I'm so grateful to still have my job. Yet, at some point, all of this is probably going to hit me. Then, maybe I'll let myself feel it.
Right now, this economy can kiss my ass.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
She could spend hours changing all her baby's diapers. Then feeding them. Then putting them to sleep. Then waking them up to change their diapers again.
The girl is obsessed.
This is a picture of her current menagerie of babies. She personally named each and every one of them. All of them have a first name, for example "Roses", and all of them have the same last name, "Baby". With the exception of "Baby Abba", who is special because she's Milly's first baby (taken over from her big sister) and because she makes baby noises. That's where Baby Abba got her name actually. One of the noises she makes sounds like ahh baa, so Milly started calling her Baby Ahh Baa. There's also one not pictured, named "Raisin Baby", because it has a raisin stuck in it's mouth.
Some of them she calls by their full names, like "Binky Baby", named for the pacifier hung around her neck. Some of them she calls just by their first name, like "Toto". I don't even know where she came up with that one. Some of them even have nicknames. Often, she calls "Camper Baby", just "Camp".
Her favorite decoration this Christmas, was the baby Jesus in the ceramic nativity scene that my Mom made me. She constantly asked if she could "peese hold baby Jesus".
As you can see in this picture... she'd admire him, pet him, kiss him, hug him and then lovingly put him back in the manger "wif his Mommy and Daddy".
I actually feel bad not having a third child, because I know that my little Milly would adore a baby brother or sister. But, that's probably not a good reason to have another child. Plus, they grow up, and she won't be able to help me pay for the third kid's college education.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I work from home on Thursdays, so it's my favorite work day of the week. Every other day, I have an hour drive each way from my house to downtown San Francisco and back. It's hard to complain about my commute - I drive across the Golden Gate Bridge, and the beauty of it really never gets old.
Still... I detest the two hours I'm stuck in my car, so not having to drive into SF is one of the best things about working from home. My kids still go to Preschool and I still work a full day, but I get more time with my kids on Thursdays, because I can drop them off and pick them up myself. Something I don't regularly get to do because of my commute.
Other things I'm thankful for being able to do on my work from home Thursdays...throw a load of laundry in the washer or unload the dishwasher while on conference calls, grab some groceries during lunch and make a meal that takes longer to prepare than my normal "30 minutes or less" weekday meals. On a really slow day, I might even sneak out for a pedicure. If you are someone that I work with, I'm just kidding. I never do that.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Come on. "Fast Play"? Do you really expect us to fall for this load of crap? I'm of course referring to the seemingly time saving "Fast Play" option on your DVDs, that does not take you directly to the damn movie - as the name would suggest, but instead takes you through 30 minutes of previews for other movies and commercials for Disney crap, I mean lovely merchandise.
I knew from the first - that "Fast Play" was a ploy. It's just that the voice sounds so excited when it says "This DVD is now equipped with Disney's Fast Play! Your movie, and a selection of bonus features, will play for you automatically!" Bonus features? Really? You are selling your previews and merchandise as bonus features? What's the bonus? I get to spend my hard earned bonus getting more Disney crap for my kids?
There is nothing fast about "Fast Play" Disney people! Seriously. How can you name it that, and sleep at night? Clearly, I am on to you, and immediately scroll over to the "Main Menu" function so that I can actually get to the menu of the DVD that will allow me to start the movie we are attempting to watch. However, if I don't stand there and monitor the screen so that I can proactively choose the Main Menu, it sends us through the "Fast Play" detour of hell, since you've cleverly designed the DVD to default to that option.
Usually, when we're putting a Disney movie in the DVD player, it's either because my kids are DYING to see whatever masterpiece involving the main character's parent dying, a princess's dreams being answered by a prince or some random animals overcoming adversity. Or, it's because I've got a pot about to boil over on the stove and I need to get the kids out of the kitchen NOW.
So the longer it takes me to get your Godforsaken movie started, the more curse words you are exposing my children to. Yes, I blame you. What? Like I'm supposed to be responsible for my own actions when you're putting me through your "Fast Play" hell? I don't think so.
Ok. I admit it. I love all that is Disney. I truly believe that Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. But your stupid "Fast Play" is really pissing me off!
Your loyal Disney consumer
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I'm supposed to pass this award on to what I consider to be my top 10 blogs, but I've never been one for following the rules, I like to mix things up by making up my own. So... I'm going to give some props to just a few people for the reasons below. Feel free to pass it on, or not. Mention it on your blog, or not. Just taking this opportunity to show some love. So, the rules are - there are no rules!
HeatherDyan because to me, your words are like art - it feeds my soul.
To Keep It Real for helping me remember why I started blogging in the first place.
The Norwindians because you're my sister, and for inspiring me to start a blog!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
We spent the eve of the new year and New Year's Day enjoying the company of family and friends with good food, even better wine, great conversation and happy kids, so I hope that's one superstition that holds true!