There will be days where the desire to stay in bed is stronger than the desire to drag your ass out of bed and head to “The Job”. STAY IN BED!
lack·lus·ter July 12, 2007
Lacking brightness, luster, or vitality; dull.*
So, I have decided that I need some sort of daily exercise in something because my once overflowing creative juices have become a dry well. I have been reading lots of blogs lately and have decided that I need to jump on board. So here I am!
Here’s the deal – My current working situation – that place that I spend more than half of each day – is completely Lackluster! (Everybody clap and scream because I have used the magic word of the day!) Honestly, I think it has always been dull but I have been so desperate to make it fun and interesting that I missed all of the signs. My wheels have been turning and I have been fun and friendly – Full of sparkle – and then I woke up and was like “ SERIOUSLY – this is some kind of joke right?” Someone asked me this morning how I was doing – and I said bluntly “I have lost my sparkle”. Now I probably should not have said that – who knows who is watching and listening – but the truth of the matter is, I really don’t care. Which is sad!
So how do we find an occupation that pays the bills and keeps us happy? How can I fully and completely use my talents, and play with my passions but still bring in a steady income? Does such a thing exsist? Can somebody please show me where I can sign up?
Lesson Four February 3, 2007
Lesson Three January 24, 2007
Avoid cheap tequila at all costs. Cheap tequila will forever change the way you look at the world.
Lesson Two January 23, 2007
With time, patience, extra love and some humor even the most broken things can mend. (see Lesson One)
Lesson One January 21, 2007
Pay close and careful attention to where you are going. Obstacles may arise at any given moment.
Here’s the back story:
Its early 2006. Bleak, Cold, NJ winter. My husband and I have been working out at a local gym. I’ve never really been a gym kind of girl. This gym is swirling with a mixture of testosterone, sweat and steroids. Every time I am there – I feel nervous and small. I am not comfortable here. The one thing that keeps me going back each night is my husband. We go together. He supports me and makes me feel like I belong in this strange, stinky place.
One night we decide that instead of going home and then going to the gym after work we would meet at the gym directly after work. I’ve never admitted this until now – but this idea pretty much rocked my world. I’d have to enter into the front gates of the male jungle all by myself! I put on a brave face and agreed.
After work I drove directly to the gym as I was supposed to do. I got out of my car feeling a little apprehensive but made the journey to the front of the building. This gym has floor to ceiling windows for all of the apes to look out and for passers by to look in. As I am walking towards the front door I start to panic a little bit internally. My eyes start to scan the men behind the glass doing various gym type things looking for the familiar and loving face of my husband. I really cling to the hope of meeting his eyes as I am walking towards the front door. Next thing I know – BANG! I have walked face first into the front (GLASS) door of the gym with a resounding thud. “Okay”, I think to myself, “shake it off and walk in – Be a man”! But then I feel something odd in my mouth and run my tongue over my top teeth. “Crap”, I think to myself, “ALL of my teeth are gone!” “I can’t go into that place with no teeth” “Turn around!” “Go Back to the Car” “Evaluate the damage”. So I go back to my car.
When I get there I notice that only my front tooth is gone not the entire top row and that my lip is bleeding and growing larger and larger every second. At this point there is no way I can go back into the gym to get my husband and I can’t drive. Having seen myself in the mirror I become hysterical. Seems the best option for me is to sit it out until my husband finishes his work out. “Maybe – he’ll worry about me and come out early”
Finally, I see him walking out the front door. I’ve managed to move my car to the parking spot next to his. I wish you could have seen the look on his face when he noticed my car sitting next to his. Better yet you should have seen the look on his face when he saw the new me! I tried to explain what happened but it’s hard to explain things when one is hysterical. Finally he realized what I had done! You know what his first words to me were “Should I go back and find the tooth?” I wanted to laugh but it hurt.