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I Blog to Hear Myself Think

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image123I’ve decided the next time someone asks me why I blog, my new improved answer will be, “Based on the human condition regarded as individual impression, blogging is good for the balance. This condition is also known as swimming in solitary shark infested waters that are located deep inside our own minds that employ mind tricks on a daily basis whereas suggesting to an individual they are all alone, perhaps strange or just plain weird. Being a blogger lets you know you are aren’t the only freaky oddity after all and  it illustrates everyone else is just as strange and unique as you think you are. There is comfort in group waters. We even virtual hug”

Then when the persons mouth drops and their lips form a little O, I will spare them the brain strain and say, ” In other words, blogging can be validation of the extraordinary peculiarities I may have.”

If they still go, “HUH?”

I’ll follow up with, ” I blog to hear myself think.”

Would it be hypocritical to say I wish could swoop up all you non-huggers and anti-smoochers and give you a big hug and a kiss for being touch resistant like me? Ya, probably…. but my previous entry gave me strength though numbers. The next time I’m bent over like a broken tree with my ass jutting out into another state, I’ll be thinking of that entry, all the comments and I WILL smile like I really mean it.

And for you authentic huggers who braved all us anti-hugglypoo people by describing how and why you hug, I do believe I’d let you envelope me in a pretzel embrace and show me the bounty of your grace. You could even give me lessons and show me the error of my ways. I promise, unless specifically requested, I won’t run my leg up and down yours or smother you in my breasts~

Now, Kate from the fabulous, Blogging is my only Vice asked in her comment, “How do you feel about close talkers?” When I thought about it, my mind misted up and I realized I could write an entire series just based on social graces that perplex me, scare me or otherwise make me laugh most of the time.

Close proximity talkers get about the same effect from me as swooping huggers get, just the opposite direction. I’ll unhinge at the hips and go the opposite direction with my shoulders leaning back, back and way back. …….basically, it’s ‘here, talk to my birthing hips, they produced two children, they can handle your breath, pores and space invasion’   I do not enjoy a close talker. Nope, not at all, makes my skin itch and the air feels quite dense around me. I call that, start to suffocate and check out time. To be honest, I’d jump into the arms of a hugger before I subjected myself to a 5 inch from my nose talker……………

Lets think about this, group effort moment. I don’t think these things are really pet peeves, but rather the evolution of comfort zones. One of the most fascinating realizations of my previous entry and comments was the mention of several people who had moved and were forced into hug submission by region rather then hugging being a natural reflex…… 

I’d love to know what old Emily Post would have said about a close talker and how she would describe the perfect hug. Google…here I come…..What other social graces give us the heebie jeebies and which ones bring us enjoyment? That is the question rattling around in my thinking blogger self today ~

52 Days Of Blogging Fades into White

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large_writeillI knew the day would come when I would tumble, probably ungracefully, off the blog wagon. My calender over to the left has looming white blank spots! Sigh, I am, after all, a human blogger……..

I already knew I was headed for impending trouble at the end of this month. I’m leaving tomorrow for a week out of state. A work/vacation break away from mundane and predictable. What I hadn’t expected was a quick get out of town this last holiday weekend. A Rebecca lifestyle spontaneous trip. Whoops……

I thought I would be back on Saturday and make a late night save, but everyone was having fun and the day grew long. The hours pressed into evening and everyone wanted to stay longer. At the time, saying, Ah Ya, sorry everyone, but I was shooting for a glorious round robin of 60 days straight of blogging and I gotta go find Internet access leaned toward a true party foul……….

So, that’s it. My reign lasted 52 days. I slaved. I swore. I enjoyed. I coasted. I crawled through the quick sand of pain and prescription haze to write and finally failed in the face of temptation defined by FUN~ Darn those self serving human desires~

I’d like to think I’ll continue writing in my blog with a sense of regularity now that I’m officially addicted to the process. Blogging and my coffee sort of go together now in my mornings. Caffeine is my eye opener and typing words in my blog is my new fattening donut.  “Daily is Best” is still tattooed on my forehead (the tattoo is compliments of Jana) and I’m settled in comfortably.  

I hit the road tomorrow so I’m not sure what this next week will bring in the way of writing. I know without a doubt I’ll be sneaking Miss Mini-top into the work portion of my week so I should be able write at whim and blast random, observational blog entries from time to time.

Best of all, I’ll be reading and catching up on every ones blogs while I’m supposed to be paying attention to the speakers! That’s right, I’ve always been one of those people, one ear on the speaker, teacher, preacher, whoever…… the rest of my attention on passing notes, reading a book under the table (this week it will be mini-me under the table), doodling and daydreaming.

Thank you everyone for your solid and impressive support during my fanciful quest to blog daily. Your presence on my blog is always appreciated, never taken for granted and always a gift.

iLust Blackmerry on the Smart Rocks

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~Now that I have stepped up my technology stock with the mini-me laptop I was sure this occasion would float me for awhile on an electronic cloud of coolness. I’ve been strutting around the house with my babytop riding solo in my palm, just to make sure everyone noticed that Miss Lovely was my new favorite toy.

So yes, maybe I was shoving it under the noses of my children suggesting they take a sniff of it. Perhaps I was giving permission for them to touch it with a single finger if they wanted a zing of specialness. I might have taunted them with, look, but ya can’t touch teasing, when bam, these high tech kids and all their tech savvy righteousness did a big old smack down on Moms new found glory.

One of them and once again I shall not call the guilty party out by name, said this dart throwing, balloon popping, tech deflating sentence.

Teen: “Seriously, Mom, now that you have a mini-laptop, don’t you think it’s about time you got a phone that isn’t a total embarrassment to the entire race of cell phones?”

Me:” Whats wrong with my cell phone? It rings, I answer it, I talk, I hang up.I can even text on the damn thing!”

Teen: “Ahh, it doesn’t take pictures, it doesn’t go online, it doesn’t play music, it isn’t even pretty. It’s OLD FASHIONED. As for your texting, it takes you 5 minutes to text back on those number keys. Your slow as a snail because you don’t have a keyboard. Come on Mom, on your birthday 3 people sent you picture texts and you asked me how to ‘see’ them. You couldn’t because your phone and your service really sucks. Mom, it’s time to grow up and get with the times, seriously!”

My Next Phone, Cool Eh?

My Next Phone, Cool Eh?

Well bite my phones ass with a good dose of youthful perspective why don’t ya~  

Evidently, I’m still a loser. A mini-laptop might have given me a few inches on the tech ladder, but I’m still a mile behind everyone. It might be time to up my game.

This uncool status isn’t sitting well with me. However, I am afraid that if I upgrade I’ll get hooked on the high of advanced capabilities and then I’ll become a text whore, and an email junkie who dives for her phone anytime it beeps like this man wrote about…..Paul and his entry, Why Can’t I shut Up?  (by the way, if you’re not reading this blog, you are risking uncool status. Not uncool like I am phone tech uncool because I’m told that’s the bottom of the barrel in uncoolness, but blog uncool because his blog is cool and don’t we all want to follow the coolness of a blog on dry ice? Paul, you can pay me my cut later, via paypal, for that pimp job)

Now that I have mini-metop, maybe it is time to go phone global. I’ve been avoiding the phone upgrade for some time now, but how conflicting will it look if I whip my minitop out of my purse and dazzle the people around me. I can imagine the oohhs and ahhs filled with jealousy and admiration, but then my phone would ring and I’d pull it out just to be suddenly surrounded by a round of snickers, laughter and pointing. Not good. Not good at all. Sigh, a new phone…..if I succumb, I could crown myself  Queen of the Tech hill for at least a good week or two until the next latest and greatest tech toy comes out and makes me all antique once again~

Oh La La, I’m feeling it. The clarity of a non-drugged mind. It took me less the 10 minutes to type this and I felt honest to goodness enjoyment in doing so. Folks, I think I’m back. Yay Me…….ehh, lucky you (grin)

The Sands of Time

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hb1Well, it’s official. No denying the inevitable truth.

Today, according to my birth certificate, my Mother and a few gloating friends, I have entered chapter 37 in my book of life. Yay me…..

Earlier in April I was informed of my upcoming B-Day and impending age, much to my shock and amazement. I had no idea I’d have to put a 37 year old coat this year.

So this is it. With a tear in my eye and not so fond memories of my last rip roaring week of being 36, I wave goodbye to my mid-thirties and face, with courage and grace, my late thirties……….

May my remaining thirties uphold my penchant for youthful adventures, my denial of age appropriate activities and lack of  enthusiasm for all things conventional. I don’t know what old is supposed to be, or look like, or feel like and for today, my birthday wish is that I shall never discover the answer to that question.

I wish I could share my birthday cake with everyone. My Mother is making it for me, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I will eat several pieces with everyone in mind, promise~

Happy Day to you All

Wellness is a Gift

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Today Is Beautiful

Today Is Beautiful

Oh Hey, Hello. How ya doing? For the record, this is not being written by a devastated family member. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I believe yesterday I went into my dentist for a voluntary death wish. As far as I’m concerned, they granted that wish and this is I Rebecca, reincarnated.

I could still be in pain. I could be a thousand times better. Who’s to say. I wouldn’t know because they doubled the strength of my pain killers, packed my new found nemesis ‘dry socket’ with foam and anointed the blessed area with clove oil. I’m numb from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and plan on remaining there until I’m positive coming off the drugs will not hurt.

Resurrection is good, reeks and tastes like holy cloves, but good nonetheless!

This little bleep on my radar has brought to surface just how much I take for granted feeling well 95% of the rest of the year. Normally I’m zipping around, doing exactly what I want, when I want, without regard to the effortless movement my body allows me. Feeling healthy in my reality is as involuntary as breathing.

Experiences like what I’ve been temporarily dealing with, encourages me to think about those who suffer from chronic pain and ongoing health issues. My heart goes out to those where pain is simply a matter of levels and daily maintenance. I can’t imagine how (but I know I would, if I needed) some people must tailor a life around something that is out of their control and can’t be taken away by time and healing. To the people who deal with ongoing health issues, I admire your perseverance.

I’ve heard the notion a lot, that life is fragile. Maybe that’s true to some degree….. Individual life is a fragile gift of time and can be gone in a second of circumstance when the body can no longer function. But I don’t believe people themselves resemble fragile, at all. People are tenacious, fighters, strong and full of involuntary desire to endure just about anything life can toss our way.

People don’t die from heartbreak, nor horrendous days or even excruciating tooth pain. People remain despite terrible childhoods and vicious partnerships. People suffer devastating losses of entire families in a car wreck and continue on. We lose grandparents, parents, children, the worst sort of internal pain and yet, people carry on. Life may be a fragile state of being held to reality by a thin current of physical energy, but people can and do survive the unimaginable, the unexplainable, the ongoing ugly life can conjure up and everything in between. How can I not admire that resilience?

I guess sometimes I just sit back and marvel at the beauty and power of humanity. It doesn’t take pharmaceutical drugs and the scent of cloves for my mind to realize the precious appreciation I feel for life around me. My mind frequently wanders there, today I just felt like mentioning it since I’ve been nose to nose my own version of Jesus over the last week~