Monday, August 26, 2013

10 things I haven't done because I've been out living life

As of recent I've been mentioning to a fellow writer friend of mine that I haven't worked on my book as much as I wanted to this summer and how I was a tad envious that she was in the process of writing her inquiry letter.  Her reply to my remark was basically that I should be since I had been out living life this whole time instead of being stuck inside writing - unlike her.

Ok, she had a point there, but nonetheless there was still a long, long, long laundry list of things I hadn't done as a result of said "life living".  Since we're nearing the end of summer and my fellow MOTs (members of the tribe) and I are on the cusp of a new year, I thought I'd put together a list of things I should probably attend to sooner rather than later as they have been put off due to living life to the fullest.  This includes, but is not limited to:

  1. Unpack/Decorate:  Yep!  Though it's not totally horrible, there are still many boxes to be unpacked and moved out of my new place.  Also, I'm living with mostly barren, white walls.
  2. Spend time with Elsie: Lately, Elsie has been running up to the door as I leave.  When I get home, sometimes not until later in the evening after work, she is sitting in front of the door waiting for me.  I'd like to say this is normal, but she never did this before we moved.  
  3. Sleep:  At some point, getting home at 11 PM on any given night has become the norm which is funny because 9/9:30 PM is when I really need to go to sleep so I'm not a total bitch, dragging or overly emotional (ah.. the things exhaustion can do to a person) when I get up at 5:30 AM-ish the next morning.  It's been difficult managing a lot of late nights and at one point I scheduled in some evenings where "the plan" for that evening was to sit on my lovely new sofa and veg with Elsie. (Never thought I'd have to do such a thing!)
  4. Write thank you notes: I have a long, long, long list of thank you notes I want to write that just haven't gotten done.
  5. Read: As much as I love my new commute that affords me an extra half hour of sleep in the morning, it also means that the time I have on the train during my commute to and from work is less.  I have yet to figure out when I'm going to make up for this time later in the day.  Hopefully I'll figure it out soon... I'm MEGA behind on this!
  6. Stay on top of getting letters of recommendation: In my ideal world I'm applying for a competitive artist retreat that requires you to get two letters of recommendation.  I have one, but not the second.  This wouldn't bother me so much if the deadline wasn't right around the corner.
  7. Get my application for artist retreat completed and sent: I think this is self explanitory.
  8. Train for my next race: Ooops!  This should be interesting.
  9. Pay my bills: Ok, I haven't totally forgotten to pay my bills, but I have cut it close on a few of them that don't get automatically paid.
  10. Work on my book (as I mentioned above): This is a BIG ONE!  It's the thing that inspired this post.  I set a very aggressive deadline for the first draft of my book and it's looking like I'm not gonna make it.  I know life happens, but I really need to get back to working on this.
When all is said and done, it has been a super fun summer.  Possibly one of the best on record.  So, I guess if anything I'm happy that my procrastination has been the result of having LOTS of fun rather than something less enjoyable. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Pregnancy... Impossible!

"Another pink plus sign... FUCK!"

"Hmm... Maybe it's a defective test.  Just like the other two, right? False positive pregnacny tests can happen," he thought to himself.

He opened up the pamphlet that came with the tests looking for any information he could find regarding false positive results.  There was nothing to be found.  He then turned to the internet.  Surely there had to be SOMETHING that put his mind at ease.

With a great sense of urgency he typed, "Pregnancy test false positive" into the Google search box and waited for something, ANYTHING, to put his mind at ease.

"YES! False positives can happen."

He danced around the room with joy.

Surely, this was the case.  Surely there had been some user error on his part.  It was just ONE TIME.  How could he be preggers after just ONE TIME???  At least, that is what he kept telling himself.  Then as quickly as he had convinced himself there was no way he was pregnant, reality kicked-in and he searched through his contacts for his doctor's office number.  As he waited for someone to pick up on the other end, all he could think was, "If I could only go back to that moment and do things differently..."

It may have been just one time, but it may have been the one time that counted the most.


This week for the Thursday Blog Project I asked the group to write post based upon this video I found on  Now that you've read mine, please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers have written:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

GoodVibrations (Jeanette)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The 8 Hour Date

This week for the Thursday Blog Project, Jeanette gave us the topic of: Our worst date

Sigh... Oh my... my... where does one begin with this topic?

After giving it much thought, I decided that I would write about a "non-date" I once had without knowing I had this non-date.  What's a "non-date" you ask?  Well, it's a date that you didn't know was a date until the person you're with goes to kiss you, as you're saying good-bye, and tells you they haven't stopped thinking about you since you two broke-up almost two years earlier.  The kicker of the non-date is that a week or so later when you go back to them to talk about it and find out if they want to pursue a relationship, they tell you they didn't mean to give you the wrong idea.  WTF?!?!  This then leads you to believe they were just looking to hook-up.  


However, after ever more thought I decided I didn't want to go into great detail about that "date" because it wasn't a happy memory and it is in the distant past.  Instead, I decided I wanted to focus on a more positive experience... so I decided to change the topic a bit to one of the best dates I've ever had.

Said date started off by me and "the Italian" meeting in the Chicago neighborhood of Lincoln Park.  Our primary destination that afternoon was Lincoln Park Zoo as I hadn't been there since I was a kid.  As we made our way into the zoo, we passed by a group of girl picnicking.  Turns out, one of the girls was a really good friend of the Italian.  I was introduced to the group and then we briefly chatted with the group.  As we made our way into the park I told the Italian there was no way we'd run into anyone I knew.  He didn't believe me.  I told him I was so sure of this that I would bet ANYTHING.  (Typically, I hate using the word never; however, when it comes to running into people when I'm out and about that IS something that NEVER happens.)

After being at the zoo for an hour or two, we strolled through the park and continued to talk and laugh.  When we came upon a fountain, we mutually decided that we needed to make a wish as so many others had apparently done, so we both found a penny to use for such an activity.  I was tempted to ask the Italian what his wish was, but knew if he told me he would want to know mine.  (Or, I suspect he would want to know mine.)  After making our wishes, we sat at the fountain and talked some more until we decided we were hungry and finding a place to have dinner was a must.

Since neither one of us really had a feel for this area of the world we started randomly walking about and walking into places looking to see what kind of food they served.  The first place was a major dive and I was ready to bolt the minute we walked in the door.  Finally after surveying our surroundings, we finally settled on a local pub where we ate and talked, even more.

"The Friendly Confines" around sunset...
After dinner we decided to take a walk around the area.  Or at first it was a walk around the immediate area; however, it then it extended beyond Lincoln Park and went into Wrigleyville.  Thankfully I was with another Cubs fan so walking past "The Friendly Confines" (a.k.a. - Wrigleyfield) around sunset was actually sorta romantic.  We paused for a moment and took in the beautiful site of the stadium.

As we moved forward, time began to fly by - and so did the neighborhoods.  For whatever reason, we decided to take a break from our walk and stopped at a park.  The conversation flowed as we sat on the swings and let our inner children have a moment to enjoy the day, too.

All-in-all, we walked for approximately two hours and four miles (I believe).  Honestly, I wasn't totally keeping track.  When we got to our predetermined, final destination we continued to talk for another half hour/hour and then finally determined we should say "good-night".

It was 10 pm at that point, and it felt as though the day had flown by in the blink of an eye.

I smile whenever I think about that date.  It truly was one of the best dates I've ever had thus far!


Now that's I've talked about one of my past dates, please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers have to say about one of their past dates:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

GoodVibrations (Jeanette)

Thursday, August 8, 2013

There is a Reason Things Happen the Way They Do: 1982

The timing of this week's Thursday Blog Project topic couldn't have been more perfect in terms of things going on in my life.  This week, Melissa gave the blogging group the topic of:  The 80s

I've made a lot of new friends since my move in June.  As it turns out, one of the most recent new friends went to kindergarten with me.  Yes, you read that correctly, kindergarten!

As you might imagine, when this individual proposed the idea that we went to kindergarten together I was all, "Nah!  Can't be.  I mean, what are the odds?"

Their reasoning for this conclusion was simple.  For all intents and purposes we are a year apart in age.  During one of our first conversations I mentioned that I went to a Jewish, private day school for kindergarten and 1st grade.  In this same conversation I mentioned that I was held back from starting kindergarten because of when I was born and as a result I've always been one of the oldest, if not the oldest, kid in my class.  Next thing I know my new friend looked at me and said, "We were in the same kindergarten class."  They explained to me that if we were a year apart in age, that I was held back from starting kindergarten and that we both attended this school for kindergarten there was no doubt in their mind that we were in fact in the same kindergarten class together.

This is where my skeptical side kicked in.  Like I said above, what are the odds???  That's when I asked for "evidence" that we went to school together.  I wasn't buying this one without proof.  This demand for evidence went on for about a week.

Then, the other night while I was digging through boxes looking for some paperwork I came upon a yearbook from this particular school.  The year this yearbook was from was1982.  (Note: I went to this school for two years and my youngest brother went there for something like three/four years, yet the only yearbook we have between the two of us is from the year I went to kindergarten.  Additionally, the copy of the yearbook I speak of was my brother's, not mine...and I just happened to have it.)  So, I looked to see if I was in it.  I was.  There I was with the same smile I've had my whole life and super long hair.  Then I scanned the list of names looking to see who was also in my class that year....can you guess whose picture I found?

Let's just say I ate crow with grace - at least for the most part.

I'm still amazed by this.  It's been 31 years since then and out of the most random set of events possible it turns out I befriend (again) someone who was in my kindergarten class.  Maybe this is likely to happen in a small town, but in a metropolitan area like Chicago what are the odds???

From day one, I've told people that I've felt so comfortable around this person; as if I've known them my whole life.  I guess in a way I have.

I have to admit, some of my closest and most meaningful friendships have started out like this.  Under circumstances that you can't refute that we were just destine to meet.  (My BFF being one of those friendships.)  Though I don't know what will be of this friendship, it's a neat story to share and kind of reaffirms that there is a reason things happen the way they do . . . .

On a completely unrelated note, it wouldn't be a "80's" post without me sharing a video of one of my favorite 80's songs.  This one is from 1982... even though I really had no clue what it was about, I did like the beat!

Now that I'm shared a story based upon "The 80's", please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers have to say:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

GoodVibrations (Jeanette)

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Does it pay to be attractive?

Last week, for the Thursday Blog Project, Sara asked us to read this article and give our thoughts on it.

I heard about this case a few month ago and to say the least I was outraged.  Let's start with the obvious reason this pissed me off... I'm a women and the thought of a woman losing her job because her male boss couldn't control his urges and/or his wife has too many insecurities is beyond my understanding.  Seriously(!) 

Then there is the former HR professional in me that wants to scream, "What about Equal Opportunity Laws that are suppose to protect again the Civil Rights Act of 1964 that prohibits employment discrimination based on race, sex, color, national origin or religion???"  How does this NOT violate these laws???  This is where I wish I was an employment law attorney so I could dissect the argument made by the dentist's attorney.  Or understand how the court came to its decision.... but alas I am not a legal eagle, so I don't have the training to do such a thing. :(

I'm not sure what else I can say about this without sounding like I'm ranting on and on about the topic.

On a somewhat related note... during a conversation I was having with a friend the idea that ones attractiveness determines how much of a jerk/bitch they can be in a relationship.  During this conversation it was proposed that someone who is drop-dead gorgeous can be more of a jerk/bitch in a relationship to their significant other versus someone who is just average or not so attractive at all.  I can't say I've seen this play out and thus can't make a call on it, but I think it plays into this idea of firing someone for being "too attractive". 

I believe one of the biggest problems with both scenarios is that what is "attractive" is mostly subjective.  Sure there are those you can't deny are attractive, but honestly what is very attractive to one person isn't to another.

Now that I've given you some of my thoughts on this topic, please see what my fellow bloggers have to say on it....

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

GoodVibrations (Jeanette)

Friday, August 2, 2013

There is a Reason Things Happen the Way They Do

To the Sun, the Moon and the Star and the way they align our life at just the right time:

Once again, this year has been a roller coaster of ups and downs.  Though this has been the case the whole time, I've felt it most over the past month or two as I've made the transition from living in the suburbs to living in the city.  It's like you've waiting to pile on a whole crap load of changes at the same time I made this one MAJOR one.  Why not, right?!  It would be the perfect time.

At first I was pissed at you for doing so.  Seriously, I'm only one person and only strong.  Navigating through all this has surely been interesting - to say the least.  However,  in the past couple of weeks I've come to accept you have a  plan for my life and as a result I wanted to take a moment to thank you.

At first I didn't want things to change as much as they did.  Don't get me wrong, I knew that things would change.  They had to given that I made a significant change, but I hoped that I could still hold on to the things I deemed important and special to me.  Note, I say "special to me."  Throughout the weeks it's become abundantly clear that I wasn't special enough in return and that is why they exited my life.  As I made my way past these events I realized why it was probably a good thing these changes occurred and that I will not only survive these exits, but probably thrive as a result.

Thank you for all the things you have brought into my life over the past weeks.  I feel like I have been living in a dream world.  And, if it is in fact the case that I have been living in a dream world, thank you for giving me the few moment of wonderful.  Things truly do happen for a reason.... 

Lastly, even though I have a tendency to complain about the things I don't have, or want badly but don't seem to be receiving, please know that I am uber aware of all the wonderful things I do have in my life.  I am truly a blessed person.

With that I will end this note to you by asking you bring wonderful to all of those who remain in my life.  I dedicate this post to the following:

Here’s to the ones that I love
Here’s to the ones who love me
Here’s to the ones that love those that I love
And to those that love those that love me

With much gratitude,


Last week, our blogging group welcomed a new member - Jeanette.  I'd like to say, "Welcome" and that I look forward to getting to know her better through her blog posts and any conversations we have - probably virtually.

For Jeanette's first week, I asked the group to write a thank you note to someone who would least expect it.  Please take a moment to see what my fellow bloggers had to say on this topic:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

GoodVibrations (Jeanette)