My new firetruck red pedi polish is more a motivator than an expression of how I'm feeling today. I should be more amped up, the inauguration is less than 24 hours behind me, I am working my way back to the west coast, I just spent the last week with a couple of my best, oldest friends... But to be honest, I'm really having a hard time getting myself going since getting back from California.
My Christmas and New Years home was great! Christmas day was spent with my family, our neighbors and some old family friends. It was great hanging out with everyone. Having Allie and Julia around really made the day so fun. There is something about kids in the house at Christmas! Thank goodness we have Mark and Lin next door to keep the pressure off of me and Nate. After dinner I drove up to Jeff's and hung out with his family before heading back to the house to watch a movie.
The day after Christmas was my first day back at a California climbing gym :). Todd and I met at the Berkeley gym and then ran around to REI, where I got the accesories that I needed for my new rope that Nate got me for Christmas, and a couple of ski stores.
The 27th was a day. My last Aratic show. I got out to Livermore and got to hang out with the boys. Everyone went to grab some food and then Todd and I went on a Starbuck's run. Some competative ping pong, a couple beers and a really awesome show. I am so happy they had one while I was home, since they are officially broken up as of a couple weeks ago.
New Year's Eve left me with a couple of option. I broke things off with Jeff and so I didn't really want to start my year off there... And then I had another potentially akward option. Then Todd invited me to Tahoe with some friends. It was just what I needed. we went up New Year's Eve and spent chatting with some really nice people. New Year's Day was spent at Heavenly. It was the most beautiful day. Blue skies, the lake was clear and amazing, the snow wasn't too icy. I suuuuucked at snowboarding. Worst day ever (as far as my skills go). I used to be moderately good, but not that day. That day I was a shit show on the mountain. Todd and Mark stuck with me the whole time. Troopers!
On the second we went out again. It was a bit cold and snowing like crazy. I decided that I should try skiing.
FEB 15TH:
After two months of this blog sitting here unfinished, for a few reasons, I'm just throwing it out there. My trip home was wonderful! I had a great day with my girls and dinners with friends that I don't talk to nearly enough.
Inauguration eve I was able to go down to The Mall and check out the set up. There are tons of new pictures up on my Picasa site if you are interested.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Blind Puppies
I still owe everyone a Christmas blog, but I'm not getting my pedi until Wednesday so you'll have to wait. This blog is the result of an epiphany. One of myself and of the people I choose to surround myself with.
I will start with myself. At risk of sounding too lame... Here we go. I realized while I was home in California that I have landed myself at a fork in the road. I know where I want to go, that part is easy. What I'm struggling with is recognizing where I have just come from, and who I am. I only have myself to blame. I had pulled the wool over my own eyes, but now I can see, and it's time to get to work. I want to be a happier person. I have turned into a cynic. I have joked about it for three years, Since Chef Trav took a walk, but it's really not that funny. The only reason I have remained a cynic for so long is because I have continued to surround myself with people who feed my reasoning for the cynicism. If my thinking wasn't proven correct regularly I think would have a better chance of seeing past it to the good in people. I have so many honest, loyal, kind people in my life, and I have let them be overshadowed for too long by those who feed on bitterness and doubt. Not all of these people are bad people, they're just not healthy for me to be around, or talk to, all of the time.
My friend Parrish had a great New Year's resolution, to surround herself with people that she really wants to hang out with, and are good for her to be around, rather than getting sucked into spending time in crowds that she just doesn't jive with. Since it is really just an amendment to mine, to be a happier person, I have adopted it as a late one for myself.
Now nothing is that simple. The one thing that has recently muddied the water is booze. I love a good beer. I love a good five or six beers if I'm out with the right people. I have officially started a list of those that I have put on probation when it comes to me being around them when they are drinking. They're smart people, and they know who they are. If you can't handle your booze, you know it after the first bad round. "Sorry, I was too drunk," just doesn't cut it. I had two situations (that's right, I am calling you both situations) the week before I left to go home for Christmas. Both while I had a boyfriend, both willing to throw our friendship under the bus for a piece of ass and no interest in anything else. Both being reasonable guys, they were embarrassed, but when did it become acceptable for men to become knuckle draggers when they have one too many? (I know, the ladies do it too, and a couple have made my list for other reasons, but today I'm focusing on the boys.) And I'm not the only one who has experienced this recently. It's an unacceptable excuse, and here is why. I can name a good handful of my boys that haven't used this excuse.
There are "good boys", "bad boys" and blind puppies. Blind puppies? Yeah, I call them blind puppies because they aren't bad guys, they just can't seem to get a grasp on things and won't slow down enough to stop running into barriers and breaking shit (literally or figuratively). They still have time to figure it out, I just won't be the bumper taking all of the hits, waiting for them to regain their sight, anymore. Most of the blind puppies I know are liquor induced and I am extremely confident they will figure it out soon enough.
So there we go, the three easy steps to being a happier person, reduce time around people that encourage my cynicism, surround myself with those who are good, and keep the blind puppies on probation until they get it together.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I will start with myself. At risk of sounding too lame... Here we go. I realized while I was home in California that I have landed myself at a fork in the road. I know where I want to go, that part is easy. What I'm struggling with is recognizing where I have just come from, and who I am. I only have myself to blame. I had pulled the wool over my own eyes, but now I can see, and it's time to get to work. I want to be a happier person. I have turned into a cynic. I have joked about it for three years, Since Chef Trav took a walk, but it's really not that funny. The only reason I have remained a cynic for so long is because I have continued to surround myself with people who feed my reasoning for the cynicism. If my thinking wasn't proven correct regularly I think would have a better chance of seeing past it to the good in people. I have so many honest, loyal, kind people in my life, and I have let them be overshadowed for too long by those who feed on bitterness and doubt. Not all of these people are bad people, they're just not healthy for me to be around, or talk to, all of the time.
My friend Parrish had a great New Year's resolution, to surround herself with people that she really wants to hang out with, and are good for her to be around, rather than getting sucked into spending time in crowds that she just doesn't jive with. Since it is really just an amendment to mine, to be a happier person, I have adopted it as a late one for myself.
Now nothing is that simple. The one thing that has recently muddied the water is booze. I love a good beer. I love a good five or six beers if I'm out with the right people. I have officially started a list of those that I have put on probation when it comes to me being around them when they are drinking. They're smart people, and they know who they are. If you can't handle your booze, you know it after the first bad round. "Sorry, I was too drunk," just doesn't cut it. I had two situations (that's right, I am calling you both situations) the week before I left to go home for Christmas. Both while I had a boyfriend, both willing to throw our friendship under the bus for a piece of ass and no interest in anything else. Both being reasonable guys, they were embarrassed, but when did it become acceptable for men to become knuckle draggers when they have one too many? (I know, the ladies do it too, and a couple have made my list for other reasons, but today I'm focusing on the boys.) And I'm not the only one who has experienced this recently. It's an unacceptable excuse, and here is why. I can name a good handful of my boys that haven't used this excuse.
There are "good boys", "bad boys" and blind puppies. Blind puppies? Yeah, I call them blind puppies because they aren't bad guys, they just can't seem to get a grasp on things and won't slow down enough to stop running into barriers and breaking shit (literally or figuratively). They still have time to figure it out, I just won't be the bumper taking all of the hits, waiting for them to regain their sight, anymore. Most of the blind puppies I know are liquor induced and I am extremely confident they will figure it out soon enough.
So there we go, the three easy steps to being a happier person, reduce time around people that encourage my cynicism, surround myself with those who are good, and keep the blind puppies on probation until they get it together.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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