Archive for June 17th, 2007

Irony or just bad luck? You decide.

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

So, I finish my last post and reach for my juice. It was next to the computer. Why was it next to the computer when you and I both know that I’m a moron?
Who knows? G-d is having a slow day. Anyway, you guessed it–spilled about 2 -4 T of juice (which I had cut with water, but still) onto my keyboard. I have a laptop. Do the math. Yep. It’s currently drying out.
Here’s the irony or just  bad luck….read the post about gratitude. Can I remain thankful? Heh…man, that’s some funny shit, right?

Called my pal and she talked me off the ledge. I almost started crying but I thought about the post…I’m thankful I have a computer…then I spill a liquid (of a sticky nature) onto the keyboard–essentially the computer’s delicate underparts as well. Why do I think it’s funny? BECAUSE I AM A COMPLETE DOOFUS.

Angie (who might as well just have a permanent post in her honor) from suncoast scribe and Plus 1 and girly things and…anyhow, she went online for me and told me about this stuff you can use to clean it out. You can get it at Radio Shack. I’ve since forgotten what it’s called because I have had about 3 coffees.  I’m like a fly right now.  If you don’t mind…keep a good thought. (seriously, I want to shoot my face off)

Yeah, Alannis Morrisette…THIS is irony. Dumbass.

heh.

I still think it’s funny. What is wrong with me? ‘Oh, Pollyanna…’

No, I’m NOT gonna get home okay Professor Marvel.

Heh.

Dude.

Gotta love the keywords

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

It seems my blog is attracting a different kind of person. My regular readers are folks who probably didn’t find my blog by searching for  ‘multiple penises’.  You know, I don’t even know what that means, ‘multiple penises’???
Then, you’ve got the folks who were searching for circumcision stories. Don’t know about that either. My blog mentioned and will continue to mention that I’ve received penis photos in my email because,well…when you post an ad on craigslist, somehow the men who are proud of their reproductive organs are prone to send  the yearbook picture…it’s funny to me, but it’s also disturbing.
What is really funny to me is that my blog is bringing the penis searchers in. Are they staying, I wonder? Hmm.
Aw, heck…I hope they are…and I hope they start leaving comments. I’m curious about them. No judgement…just a couple of questions and off I’ll go.

Be my friend for five minutes, already.

Gratitude

Sunday, June 17th, 2007

Lately, I’ve been crabbing about things and that’s just not my style so today, I thought I would write about some techniques that I use to get myself out of the pity party and back into being the happy go lucky idiot that I enjoy being…well…idiot is taking a little too far, but you get me.

The first thing I do is make a ‘gratitude list’. This can be just about anything. Currently, I am thankful that I have access to my computer, food in my cupboard and a reasonably functioning brain. Sure, it’s small potatoes when you consider that MOST folks have those things and take very little notice of them. Let’s add that I’m thankful that I’m aware. So far, so good. I’m on a roll.

Next, I assess whether or not I have any part in my current predicament. If it’s circumstances beyond my control, if my choices have NOT brought me to that state of depression, I’ve still got choices to bring myself around.

You know, life is so incredibly short that it I feel compelled to remind myself that life could be a lot worse and if I dwell on the negative, I’m going to waste a whole lot of time that would be better spent laughing and appreciating the world. I can’t abide negativity. Am I perpetually optimisitic? No, not really. I’d like to think that I’m a realist who possesses the ability to put a positive spin on most of what happens in my life. There’s folks who can’t seem to get past what they don’t have. They’re looking in someone else’s  backyard for their answers. What purpose does that serve? I’ve never understood with the ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ mentality. Who wants to live someone else’s life?
You might not have all of the material things that you want, but if you’re reading this…you have the material things that you need. I can almost guarantee it. See, you don’t ‘need’ a computer and internet access. Well, you might be reading this in the library while searching for employment  online, but chances are, if you’re reading this on a borrowed computer, you probably don’t need to read my blabbing. On second thought, maybe you do.

Maybe there are no mistakes in the universe. Maybe there is a great big plan especially for you out there and it requires your unique qualitites. Maybe you don’t have a movie star’s body, looks or income, but you’ve got something within you that makes you special and vital to this planet. We’re all here to love and be loved. Some of us were dealt a tough hand for a reason. How will you play your cards? Will you fold right away, or will you keep raising the stakes, bluffing your way to the top?
You can ask the dealer for a couple of new cards, but what if you keep drawing the same hand? Is there a lesson for you that just keeps repeating itself? Could be that you’re missing the message. Listen to your soul and maybe you’ll move forward with a bit more confidence.

I do like the cards I’ve got and I’m going to sit at the table as long as I can. The players change, but I’m sure that I can make a good go of it without sacrificing my truth.
Today is a brand new chance for me to do something positive–to be effective in my communication, to interact with others in a meaningful way. Could be that I could change someone’s outlook. Could be that there is someone  who is reading this right now who may very well need to hear that they’re valuable and that they’re loved.
Well, if you’re reading this know that I DO value your place on this planet. If you can remain positive, if you can help lift others up without losing your identity, if you understand how wonderfully simple it is to just let go and be honest and walk in your truth, you already know that you make a difference.

I’m proud of ya. And it’s possible we’ve never met.

Cool, huh?