Do you think people become career counselors because they never figured out what they really wanted to do? I wonder.
That’s my deep thought for the day.
P.S. As I ruminate on possible new career choices it occurs to me that I’d make an excellent flight attendant. Don’t you think? Obviously my ideal profession is Queen, but I haven’t found any job openings for that lately! 
I’m flying down to Philadelphia tonight for another fabulous excuse to dress up and wear pretty clothes…um…I mean…to attend a wedding! I just LOVE having the excuse to dress up. And being in a situation where my husband is forced by social convention to dance with me, that’s excellent in my book! (Although, to give proper credit to my husband, he’s generally willing to dance if I ask him to.) And you know what else is great about social conventions?! They also mandate that he has to wear a suit. And those of you who have significant others who work in business casual offices understand how nice it is to get them to dress up.
So between the dressing, dancing, and vows, it should be a pretty fun event and I look forward to telling you all about it!
Let me tell you about a scary situation I recently found myself in. This past weekend I attended a baby shower for my aunt who’s having her first child in October (a boy, name TBD). Since she is having kids later in life, her peer group of friends and family also tend to be a bit older than your average baby shower attendee. Coupled with that is the fact that she is the youngest in her family, making her siblings older.
What this means is that the baby shower basically had three groups of people: the parents of the mom and dad to be (obviously on the older side), the friends/family of the mom (as I’ve explained, they were in the forty/fifties age range), and the nearly grown up kids of the aforementioned people (a 17 year old and a 19 year old).
And then there was me, at a happy medium of 29 years old. And why did this make the baby shower a frightening affair?
Think about it. At baby showers, a bunch of women get together and gush about babies. One of the things they like to carry on about is who’s going to have the next one. Given the age groups at the shower, unless the 17 year old decides to shock her parents and get pregnant (don’t you dare!), I was basically the only candidate. Yikes!
As such, everything I did was interpreted as significant. I wore pink stripes, which matched the baby shower cake filling (oh no!). I won the nursery rhyme competition (hey, just because I know Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater doesn’t mean I’m having a baby!). And oh yes, my husband picked up the package of diapers (to learn about their marketing gimmicks). Obviously this all means we’re destined to have a kid any day now.
It was a scary, scary day!
I just bought my first yoga mat on Amazon and I’m irrationally happy about it. It’s purple (yeah purple!) and it’s the “sticky” kind. Hopefully that will help my less than perfect yoga balance!
I haven’t really needed my own yoga mat before this because I’ve been doing yoga at my gym and they provide the mats. I’d like to be able to check out some classes at other places, though, and find the idea of paying extra to “rent” a yoga mat a very silly thing to do.
And so today I bought a purple yoga mat and I’m totally excited. I can’t wait to get it in the mail and play with it at home. I pity the poor furniture which may suffer when I try some balancing poses that aren’t one hundred percent successful. But hey, we can always get new furniture, right?
It may be “just a yoga mat,” but it’s purple and soon it will be mine. And that makes me happy! Yeah for Yoga!
After spending 15 minutes staring at my blank blog screen, I decided that today’s entry would be a brief amusing interlude instead of a real entry. So here goes.
One of my favorite jokes used to be: A man walks into a bar and he says, “Ouch!”
Get it? The man WALKED into the bar. Har har.
Don’t think it’s funny? I can’t really blame you, but strangely I always enjoyed it. And hey, my husband’s favorite joke a few years ago was NOT any better…
A man walks into a bar with a fish on his head. The bartender says, “Can I get you anything?” and the fish says, “WATER!”
Again, not actually funny, but would elicit amusement from my husband every time (and amusement from the rest of us…for other reasons!).
People are weird.
Working for yourself can sometimes feel like you’re continuously banging your head against the same wall with no end in sight. You do a few things from column A, a few creative things from column B, but the result of all that work doesn’t necessarily change your rate of success.
I know that one is unlikely to be glamorously successful overnight (do you like the use of “glamorous” there?), but at what point do you change the plan completely and try something different? At what point should you realize that you’d rather do the dishes than your real work, and conclude that that is bad? Who likes doing dishes?!
Maybe everything will seem rosier tomorrow. I’ll just have to change over these glasses I’m wearing…
Well, I made it back from our Minnesota boundary waters canoe trip last night and here’s what I can tell you.
I was happily NOT eaten by a bear, mauled by a moose, or eaten alive by everyone’s favorite critter: the mosquito (and actually, given the cool weather we really weren’t much bothered by bugs at all- which was GREAT!).
On the trip, it rained everyday for five days. Then on the sixth day it was so windy we’d paddle as hard as we could but not actually go anywhere. Oh, and it rained. And our last day it not only rained (do you sense a theme here?!), but poured. We waited out the thunder and lightning under a tree (hey, that’s better than in a canoe on the water!), but still had the pouring rain to contend with.
Following this, I took one of the best hot showers in the history of the world and ate the tastiest hamburger (which we did not have to cook for ourselves!).
And now I am no longer taking for granted how wonderful being dry, warm, and clean are. Every moment I’m not being rained on is a precious one in my book!
In all seriousness, though, we had a fabulous trip and have a lot of fun memories and stories (some of which I will share over time). We did some paddling, saw loons, otters, and a swimming deer, and had quite a few marshmallow-friendly campfires. A good time was had by all.
Three days left until I’m back in action in real time from my canoe trip in the Boundary Waters of Minnesota.
And hey, if you haven’t heard from me by the end of the day on Monday, send help! (Just kidding)
Five days until I’m back here in real time from my canoe vacation in Minnesota! I know everyone’s just dying to have me back (hey, at least pretend that’s true, please!)! See you all soon!
As you may already know from my last blog entry, I’m not really “here” right now. I’m actually on vacation canoeing the Boundary Waters in Minnesota. But I thought I’d take advantage of this opportunity, regardless, to restate my continuing obsession for (or enthusiastic interest in, yeah that sounds better!) yoga. I don’t understand it, but I just can’t seem to get enough. One of my new goals in life is to be able to do all sorts of funky poses including a headstand and a handstand. I’ve never really been able to do either.
As part of my new, um, enthusiastic interest in (obsession for) yoga- it’s been about four months now- I’m trying to do a little yoga on my own in the woods once we set up camp each night on our canoe trip. This is, of course, assuming that my arms aren’t ridiculously sore after days of paddling and that the bugs aren’t eating me alive. These may be lofty assumptions! In an ideal world, I may be out in the woods doing yoga right now…! See you in real time in another seven days!