Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
BABY!!!
Holy shit!!!!
My best friend is having a baby! Like RIGHT now!! I can't believe it. It is totally freaking me out.
I know that fundamentally we will be the same people tomorrow. Except we will be plus one little baby boy. But things will still be . . . . different. They will never be the same and that's weird.
My life is full of babies right now. My brother is having a baby, too. My family is all abuzz with baby talk. And, of course, during any baby conversation it inevitably turns to me - when am I going to grace the family with a little me? I've been married for three years now. We have a house. It's the next logical step. Everyone else is having babies. Why not me?
Why not me?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I don't think I'm baby material. For a million reasons. But who knows? Perhaps one day I too will be huffing and puffing and pushing a little person into the world. And someone else can blog about it.
My best friend is having a baby! Like RIGHT now!! I can't believe it. It is totally freaking me out.
I know that fundamentally we will be the same people tomorrow. Except we will be plus one little baby boy. But things will still be . . . . different. They will never be the same and that's weird.
My life is full of babies right now. My brother is having a baby, too. My family is all abuzz with baby talk. And, of course, during any baby conversation it inevitably turns to me - when am I going to grace the family with a little me? I've been married for three years now. We have a house. It's the next logical step. Everyone else is having babies. Why not me?
Why not me?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I don't think I'm baby material. For a million reasons. But who knows? Perhaps one day I too will be huffing and puffing and pushing a little person into the world. And someone else can blog about it.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
"1st Agreement: Be impeccable with your word.
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip with others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love."
This is quote from the book The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz. I own this book although I've never read it. However, after reading this quote I believe I will be reading it now.
I have always believed that words have power - that you can put something into being just by speaking it or thinking it. We are our own worst enemies but we also have the power to be our own best advocate.
Despite believing what I just said, I love to gossip. My nosy nature wants to know everything about everyone and I love to tell a good story - even if it's not mine. I also find myself crippled, on occasion, with a terrible self image and more often than not I am the cause of my own misery.
What would one day be like if I lived by Agreement 1? What would one whole day with no bad thoughts about a single person, including myself, no gossip, no self-loathing be like? Could I even do it? Does that ability even exist in me? I have to believe that I am strong enough to accomplish this. That I could, for just one day, be the person I pretend that I am. That I could use my words to only bring about good things. Would it change me? Would it make me more confident? Caring? Would I feel more connected to my surroundings?
I guess I'll never know until I try. Think good thoughts . . . . . . think good thoughts . . . . .
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip with others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love."
This is quote from the book The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz. I own this book although I've never read it. However, after reading this quote I believe I will be reading it now.
I have always believed that words have power - that you can put something into being just by speaking it or thinking it. We are our own worst enemies but we also have the power to be our own best advocate.
Despite believing what I just said, I love to gossip. My nosy nature wants to know everything about everyone and I love to tell a good story - even if it's not mine. I also find myself crippled, on occasion, with a terrible self image and more often than not I am the cause of my own misery.
What would one day be like if I lived by Agreement 1? What would one whole day with no bad thoughts about a single person, including myself, no gossip, no self-loathing be like? Could I even do it? Does that ability even exist in me? I have to believe that I am strong enough to accomplish this. That I could, for just one day, be the person I pretend that I am. That I could use my words to only bring about good things. Would it change me? Would it make me more confident? Caring? Would I feel more connected to my surroundings?
I guess I'll never know until I try. Think good thoughts . . . . . . think good thoughts . . . . .
Monday, October 15, 2007
What is it about Russian men that is so sexy?
There's a man taking an exam today in my office. He's in his late forties early fifties and he's not remarkable in anyway. He wasn't beaten with an ugly stick, but time hasn't been kind to him either. As soon as he spoke, however, and I heard that Russian accent he immediately became attractive . . . sexy.
A few years ago I was taking violin lessons from a Russian man in his late fifties early sixties and there is no other word to describe him but sexy. Like Sean Connery sexy. He would lean in close to adjust my finger position and he smelled of cigarette smoke and some expensive cologne. It would cloud my brain and distract me from what I was supposed to be doing. He smelled so foreign - so mysterious. When I got my posture just right he would place his hand on the small of my back and call me a beautiful princess. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying to me but it didn't matter - it was liquid gold.
And then of course there is Mikhail Baryshnikov. I had heard his name many times before I saw him for the first time on Sex and the City as Aleksandr Petrovosky. He is a remarkable man, but not necessarily an attractive man. In the show he played an artist who gets involved with Carrie (played by Sarah Jessica Parker). He's much older than her in the show, but yet again, there is just something there that makes him so incredibly sexy.
So, what is it that makes them so sexy? Perhaps is their lifestyle. Maybe it's the fact that their region, geographically, has had such hardship. Maybe it's a simply a matter of good genes. Maybe it's the vodka. I'll probably never know. But thank god for Russian men.
There's a man taking an exam today in my office. He's in his late forties early fifties and he's not remarkable in anyway. He wasn't beaten with an ugly stick, but time hasn't been kind to him either. As soon as he spoke, however, and I heard that Russian accent he immediately became attractive . . . sexy.
A few years ago I was taking violin lessons from a Russian man in his late fifties early sixties and there is no other word to describe him but sexy. Like Sean Connery sexy. He would lean in close to adjust my finger position and he smelled of cigarette smoke and some expensive cologne. It would cloud my brain and distract me from what I was supposed to be doing. He smelled so foreign - so mysterious. When I got my posture just right he would place his hand on the small of my back and call me a beautiful princess. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying to me but it didn't matter - it was liquid gold.
And then of course there is Mikhail Baryshnikov. I had heard his name many times before I saw him for the first time on Sex and the City as Aleksandr Petrovosky. He is a remarkable man, but not necessarily an attractive man. In the show he played an artist who gets involved with Carrie (played by Sarah Jessica Parker). He's much older than her in the show, but yet again, there is just something there that makes him so incredibly sexy.
So, what is it that makes them so sexy? Perhaps is their lifestyle. Maybe it's the fact that their region, geographically, has had such hardship. Maybe it's a simply a matter of good genes. Maybe it's the vodka. I'll probably never know. But thank god for Russian men.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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