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Any Given Tuesday

I drove my 20 minutes in to work today in complete silence.  Without the distractions of talk radio, I made a few observations:

The kid sitting by himself on the school bus.  I wonder if he’s nervous about a quiz?  A girl?  I wonder if his parent’s fought last night?  Is he afraid someone is going to beat him up and take his snack?  Again.  Maybe he’s thinking about the design plan for the next super-computer, or the DNA make-up of some creature found only in the Amazon.  Maybe he’s thinking of nothing at all.

It’s cool that we Share the Road with bicyclists, but aren’t they all sweaty by the time they peddle in to work?  He must be a personal trainer.  Or a heavy equipment operator.  Or he just doesn’t care that he’s all sweaty by the time he makes his way to his cubicle.

I’m glad to see they’re making progress on the Technical College that’s been under construction for 2+ years.  I’m pretty sure there’s a reason they chose the 3 acres that sit directly across from the convenient store that has been “serving ice cold Bud products for over 50 years” and offers 3 packs of Kools at a discount.

Two women are walking into their respective places of employment.  The look on the face of the woman wearing the mandatory fast food cap and faded polo shirt is quite different than that of the woman carrying a Thermos of coffee and a bagged lunch.  Thank you Mama and Daddy.

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The Urban Chicken

This post is dedicated to my favorite urban chicken farmer.  Chicken coops never looked so cool!

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Would This Be Considered a Facebook Status?

…moments away from howling at the moon on the eve of my favorite holiday of the year while singing ” Where I’m From” along with Shelby Lynne in the privacy of my own home.  Damn, life is good.

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Even Smiley-Faced Balloons Have Bad Days

This past weekend, I had the distinct pleasure of co-hosting a Farewell Party for our friend GB.  Farewell you say?  Yep.  He’s moving to California.  Uh-huh. All the way to the other side of the country.  Hell, I don’t even know which states border California, that’s how far away he’s going!  Needless to say, we’re all a little bummed about it.  Granted, he’s thrilled, and we’re thrilled that he’s thrilled, but we all know it’s easier to leave than to be left behind.

But this post isn’t about G moving. ( I’ll save that for a later date.)  It’s about the balloons that have been keeping me company in the week since the party.  Bright yellow smiley-faced balloons.  Lumbering around the house content with bumping into me every now and then.  We’d say our ‘good mornings’, they’d wish me a happy day, all the while smiling broadly.  We even shared cocktails a few nights this week.  (Note:  Balloons don’t really hold their alcohol very well.  It makes them a little *ahem* air-headed.  Hee-Hee)  These were the happiest balloons I’d ever met…or so I thought.

So today I’m sitting at my new oversized desk working on my latest project (!) when I hear an unidentifiable, slightly alarming noise coming from the living room.  “What the…” I thought.  I jump up to find this:

Balloons in a pickle

“Oh damn!”  I’d like to think I’d flipped the switch on the fan in time to prevent their strings, umm, I mean, bodies, from getting wrapped in the motor, but I didn’t.  The fan made a not-so-mechanically-sound noise before coming to a halt.  I stood there in shock staring at Mr. Smiley-Faced Balloon, he looking back at me with a look of desperation.  I got my 3ft ladder out of my closet thinking I could help them down, because happy-face balloons might have bodies but they dang sure don’t have hands!  The unfortunate thing is that anything involving a ladder addresses two of my fears all in one.  The fear of heights and the fear of falling.  There I was, clinging to ladder, knees knocking, pouring sweat caused by emotional stress not heat.  I worked as quickly as I could, retrieving only the one balloon pictured above.  But that left one balloon down.

"What are we gonna do now?" asked the Panicked-Yet-Still-Smiley-Faced Balloon.

“Help is on the way, Mr. Smiley-Faced Balloon.  You hang in there!”

“Oh what for?  I have no reason to ‘hang in there’ anymore.  I’m ready for it to be over.”

I was shocked by his response.  He had been so happy this past week.  Always smiling, telling me that I looked lovely, that he hoped I had a great day.  I was gracious in return, so I didn’t think it was anything I said.  It turns out I was right.

“You don’t get it do you?”  Mr. Smiley-Faced Balloon asked pointedly with a bit of an attitude.  “This is G’s last weekend in town.  Do you know how hard it is to keep this silly-ass smile on my face, when all I want to do is hang my head and cry?!  Hell, I can’t even do that!  All this helium in my head totally prevents me from laying my head down.  It sucks!  This ceiling fan was my only hope.  I don’t want to go on pretending that everything is OK because it’s not.  It’s NOT OK!  My life is over!!”

“But Mr. Smiley-Faced Balloon, G won’t be gone forever,” I offered emphatically.  “He still has family here, and his friends…and Callaghan’s!  He’ll be home soon, I am sure of it.”

“Yeah, right.  That’s what they all say.  Do you know how many Going Away parties my people are witness to?  Lots.  And sure, people make promises to come home for a visit and they might even do so for the first couple of months after the move, but then the visits are fewer and farther between and the next thing you know you’ve lost touch.”

“I can see where that happens to some people, but I think G is different.  Yes, he is super excited to be moving to California but that doesn’t mean he will forget us.  So you hang in there.  Help will be here soon enough.  Then I’ll take you to get a high-gravity beer and everything will be OK.  Just don’t give up!

Knowing there is nothing I can do to help at this point, without ripping the fan out of the ceiling or getting myself hurt (hey, I never claimed to be any sort of hero), I am going to offer calming words of encouragement until I can call in reinforcements that stand a little taller than 5’4″.

So G, will you come over here and help me save Mr. Smiley-Faced- Turned-Suicidal Balloon?  Because, this is, after all, your fault.

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The Sound of Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chocolate Dipped Strawberries

A word of which I’ve never uttered rolled off my tongue today.  It has the velvety texture of a white chocolate covered strawberry and sounds as pure as a bell.  It is quite indulgent, decadent even.  The word is sabbatical.

I knew the meaning of what I spoke almost instinctively.  The ability to ease my car to the side of the interstate of life and trek into the woods, with only my curiosity leading the way.  To listen to the sound of the leaves crunching under my feet and to hear the sound of the wind blowing in the tops of the trees above my head.  The goal is to slow down and take stock of where I’ve been.  To accept what has happened, acknowledge the hurt, define what I’ve learned from it all…and move on.  This chapter only seems tragic.  I recognize that I have in my possession a gift few have ever had the privilege of knowing. To let this gift go to waste would be the true tragedy.

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Dream Chasing 101: An Introduction

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So you’ll understand the magnitude of where I am in my life right now, I’ll provide you with a little insight into the Monkey behind the Hill.  I am ordinarily a predictable, straight-and-narrow kinda gal.  I am not a gambler.  And I don’t take chances without knowing the end result.  So following the predetermined list of what my life was supposed to be was alright with me.   (I am proud to say I have checked off a few of the biggies like college, a solid career, and marriage.)    So when I pulled this little trick, I knocked my little rowboat-of-life off its predetermined trajectory and am now taking a stand.  Effective immediately, I will be responsible for defining the  important checkpoints of my life on my own and will no longer use some template provided to me by someone I don’t know.  **Tap, tap, tap…Is this thing on?**

In an effort to stay true to my declaration, I’ve  taken a few chances recently that, had this been back in the old day, I would never have done.  You know, the whole fear of rejection, What if they say ‘No’ thing.  Oddly enough I have found confidence in knowing I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.   The chances that I have taken so far appear to have worked in my favor!  So in keeping with the theme, I am going to give it a whirl again and capitalize on my new found freedom.  Besides, I have a little extra time on my hands these days!   Granted this next roll of the dice isn’t quite as earth shattering as the first but it’s still a “might-as-well-why-not-moment”.  Read on…

I stumbled upon The Bright Side Project by being a regular reader of the blog at Whisker Graphics.  The mission of The Bright Side Project is to deliver to the world a bit of sunshine by offering daily giveaways.  Lord knows I am a sucker for the warm and fuzzies and who doesn’t like winning especially if there is no risk involved?  They are currently offering free enrollment into the next Mondo Beyondo class.  “Ummm…what?” you say.  It’s a five week online course offering all kinds of “Chase-your-dreams-and-turn-them-into-reality”, goodness.  Seeing as how my current manifesto revolves around being happy, exploring opportunities and making dreams a reality, I’m thinking this boot camp is right up my alley.

So dreams?  Oh yeah, I’ve got dreams.  And I am tossing my name in this hat because well, what do I have to lose?

 

“Runnin’ down a dream that never would come to me.”  -Tom Petty

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“Oh the Places I’ll Go”

Over a donated beer at our favorite local pub, I announced to my friend that I had tossed in the towel of security.  “I quit my job a few days ago,” I offered.  I waited impatiently for his response.  He thought for a moment and what he said was quite unexpected:  “Think about how great you are going to feel when you don’t wake up dreading another day.”

I didn’t know what to say!  I expected for him to affirm that I was, just as I had suspected, insane.  A decision of this magnitude was not only ballsy, but would require a bold, confident explanation.  Both of which I don’t have:  balls or an explanation.  Who quits their job cold turkey with no other source of income and without having another job lined up?  Especially in this, The Great Recession?! I expected the barrage of questions I had already been asking myself:  What will everyone think?  What if people think I’ve lost my mind?  What kind of explanation do I offer?  What if I can’t find another job?  What if I run out of money?  What if?  What if?  What if?

I am pleased to report that my friend was right!  Dread is not a word in my vocabulary.  Not today!  Any other Sunday  I would either be drinking so as not to think about tomorrow, or trying to stay up as late as possible clinging on to what was left of the weekend.  This morning, I found myself awash in nothing but positive feelings about my new future and damn it feels good!  I can’t help but think of the Dr. Seuss book, “Oh the Places You’ll Go”:

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.  You can steer yourself any direction you choose.  You’re on your own.  And you know what you know.  And you are the one who’ll decide where to go…” Dr. Seuss

I am excited about the opportunities that lie ahead.  To learn new things, see new places, meet new people.  Granted, there is still a lot of work to be done so rest assured I am not in vacation mode.  I am smart enough to know these opportunities don’t just walk up on the porch and knock politely.  My alarm is set to go off bright and early because I have things to do and people to see!  Yes indeed, tomorrow is going to be a great day!!

As I jump up and high-five myself, I offer a gentle reminder:  “Easy young grasshopper, this could still be a bumpy ride.”

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