serendipity: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way
There are a couple of idioms that I have always thought are bullshit, to be frank. But recently my frame of mind has shifted and I'm staring to believe that a few might hold some validity.
Take for instance, "all things happen for a reason." I'm still not 100% sold on this because, well, reasons-shmeasons. Everything in this life is random, but sometimes that randomness syncs up in a way that benefits you and your life experiences. I have learned that this is called "serendipity."
My life has been very serendipitous these past few years. Good comes of bad, events flow joyously, ying and yang, everything balances eventually. Loose a job, gain a better one. Burn a bridge, build a stronger one to somewhere where you should have been instead. End an unhealthy relationship, fall into the best one you've ever had. Break a bone, heal and become Iron Man. Okay, maybe not the last one, but you get the picture.
Anyway, I wrote a poem to commemorate the slow melting of my doubt.
serendipity
zippity do dah, zippity day
life works out in a serendipitous way
supercalifragilistic expialidocious
deal with it, you'll always be precocious
boom boom pow
try more to stay in the now
knock knock knock
there's no special key in life for secrets to unlock
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9/17/12
daze
daze: (verb) to make unable to think or react properly; stupefy; bewilder
There have been few, if any, "stand-still" moments in my life. Perhaps, I experienced the first just this past week while in Winco. I was getting groceries, buying oranges, mixed nuts, Reese peanut butter cups, bobbing along in my own merry manner. Caught in thought, whizzing down the laundry detergent aisle, nearing the end of regimented plastic Tide bottles, my intuition knew before my senses could perceive defeat and overwhelmedness. In front of me was a man embracing a woman, the woman had a scarf around her head, no eyebrows. She was a chemo patient, cancer had taken her life and emotions and turned them tipsy-topsy. I can't tell you for sure what the hug was about, but I do know that it was a hug of sorrowful solidarity, a hug of mutual exhaustion. When I saw them there, my world stopped spinning, everything frozen in a daze. Stupefied, I just stared.
There have been few, if any, "stand-still" moments in my life. Perhaps, I experienced the first just this past week while in Winco. I was getting groceries, buying oranges, mixed nuts, Reese peanut butter cups, bobbing along in my own merry manner. Caught in thought, whizzing down the laundry detergent aisle, nearing the end of regimented plastic Tide bottles, my intuition knew before my senses could perceive defeat and overwhelmedness. In front of me was a man embracing a woman, the woman had a scarf around her head, no eyebrows. She was a chemo patient, cancer had taken her life and emotions and turned them tipsy-topsy. I can't tell you for sure what the hug was about, but I do know that it was a hug of sorrowful solidarity, a hug of mutual exhaustion. When I saw them there, my world stopped spinning, everything frozen in a daze. Stupefied, I just stared.
9/11/12
manifesto
manifesto: a public declaration of policy and aims, esp. one issued before an election by a political party or candidate
When did it become an undesirable trait to have your shit together at a young age? Or to be intelligent. To use big vocabulary words and know their meanings. To think philosophically and be open to new ideas? When did it become a bad thing to be genuine and unedited. To dress provocatively, but still be classy. To live with intensity, to feel and think with wholehearted and full-bodied emotion and reprise. To be yourself? I don't know, but these are questions I keep asking.
Hi, my name is Monique, but you can call me Lemon or Mo'$ or Meekers. I am one fucking crazy, intense, educated, beautiful, emotional, real bitch. I call out hypocrisy and bullshit, I cry over crap that is important to me, I am sarcastic until the point of being a douchebag, I curse a fuck ton, I am a dirty, yet elegant, whore. I over think everything, I listen to my music too loud and ask too many questions, I jump to the worst conclusions and say that I don't like hugs or shrimp when I really do, I seek out organized chaos and rampant zen. I am not a follower, I make my own path, even if that means the risk of foolish and painful failure. Upon meeting me, you will think that I am quite, demure, reserved, a perfectionist. This is true some of the time. I value and work towards balance. Upon knowing me, you will think that I have lost all my marbles, and have a marvelous natural high. So long as you show me respect and consistency, trust that I have a good reason for everything, and be your true self, I will reciprocate. Also, bribes of sugar and sparkles wouldn't hurt. If I give a big enough shit, I will be nothing short of genuine, loyal, honest, and sweet to you. But you have to tell me if/when I am being a fucking intense cunt. Lol. If you want to know something or have anything to say, just ask, just speak, I will listen. I will not compromise myself, but I can be fiercely flexible. I am the storm before the lull, and this is my manifesto.
When did it become an undesirable trait to have your shit together at a young age? Or to be intelligent. To use big vocabulary words and know their meanings. To think philosophically and be open to new ideas? When did it become a bad thing to be genuine and unedited. To dress provocatively, but still be classy. To live with intensity, to feel and think with wholehearted and full-bodied emotion and reprise. To be yourself? I don't know, but these are questions I keep asking.
Hi, my name is Monique, but you can call me Lemon or Mo'$ or Meekers. I am one fucking crazy, intense, educated, beautiful, emotional, real bitch. I call out hypocrisy and bullshit, I cry over crap that is important to me, I am sarcastic until the point of being a douchebag, I curse a fuck ton, I am a dirty, yet elegant, whore. I over think everything, I listen to my music too loud and ask too many questions, I jump to the worst conclusions and say that I don't like hugs or shrimp when I really do, I seek out organized chaos and rampant zen. I am not a follower, I make my own path, even if that means the risk of foolish and painful failure. Upon meeting me, you will think that I am quite, demure, reserved, a perfectionist. This is true some of the time. I value and work towards balance. Upon knowing me, you will think that I have lost all my marbles, and have a marvelous natural high. So long as you show me respect and consistency, trust that I have a good reason for everything, and be your true self, I will reciprocate. Also, bribes of sugar and sparkles wouldn't hurt. If I give a big enough shit, I will be nothing short of genuine, loyal, honest, and sweet to you. But you have to tell me if/when I am being a fucking intense cunt. Lol. If you want to know something or have anything to say, just ask, just speak, I will listen. I will not compromise myself, but I can be fiercely flexible. I am the storm before the lull, and this is my manifesto.
let's just say...
I cannot sleep, so I am (attempting to) bake bread.
No joke. This is happening!
Update, two hours later: bread turned out more like a glorified biscuit or flavorless muffin, but if I have learned anything at all in this short life of mine, it is that everything warm tastes good with butter on it!
I may have made whipped cream too...this was a mistake. So, one failed (wheat free, mind you) bread recipe and a bad tummy ache from all that lactose and sugar later, and I am still wide awake. Rosco (our small yorkie) on the other hand is looking at me sleepily, "like WTF, bitch? We are supposed to be sleeping right now. This makes no sense." Bless his little heart. I should probably clean up the kitchen and try to get to sleep one last time.
sweet dreams? If you can have them.
I should change the name of this blog, to "shit an insomniac girl writes at 3 am in the morning."
second update 9/13/12: Sweet success is mine! I tried my hand at the bread recipe again and all went perfectly! It tasted so delicious I ate both loafs in 48 hours!! Lol.
yum!
No joke. This is happening!
Update, two hours later: bread turned out more like a glorified biscuit or flavorless muffin, but if I have learned anything at all in this short life of mine, it is that everything warm tastes good with butter on it!
I may have made whipped cream too...this was a mistake. So, one failed (wheat free, mind you) bread recipe and a bad tummy ache from all that lactose and sugar later, and I am still wide awake. Rosco (our small yorkie) on the other hand is looking at me sleepily, "like WTF, bitch? We are supposed to be sleeping right now. This makes no sense." Bless his little heart. I should probably clean up the kitchen and try to get to sleep one last time.
sweet dreams? If you can have them.
I should change the name of this blog, to "shit an insomniac girl writes at 3 am in the morning."
second update 9/13/12: Sweet success is mine! I tried my hand at the bread recipe again and all went perfectly! It tasted so delicious I ate both loafs in 48 hours!! Lol.
yum!
8/23/12
throw me a bone
throw me a bone: requesting encouragement, response, reward, reaction, or help
At first, I wasn't sure if I should title this post, "careful what you wish for" or "throw me a bone." And then these we delivered to my work...
I think it's safe to assume that sometimes, just sometimes I get thrown a super ultra magnificent bone, with the sweetest meat, and biggest proportions.
More on this later!
Update: So late late one night maybe a month ago I got this crazy whim to noodle on the internet, somehow I ended up on OkCupid, a free dating site, looking at a six two, adorable man's profile picture. Said he was in the navy and I thought to myself, "Hmm. Guess I'll make a profile and see where this takes me." Mistake number one! Ha, I ended up talking to him (Navy guy) and a shit ton of other guys. Damn near got 100 messages a day!! So finally, I just picked the top ten and gave them all a first date. Boy was that a crazy ride. Thai with Jackson, swing set with tall Mike, swimming with dimples Mike, lunch in Nampa with Chris, after practice chit chat with Jason, Friday night dinner with Peter, sushi with Van, Skype with Jarris, Harley ride with Seth, and last but certainly not least, breakfast at ihop with Josh. Josh was the Navy guy I started this whole ordeal for, he ended up being the one I like most. Mistake number two :( I quite fancy Josh, I do. I'm trying not to get too excited or make any expectations because so far we've spent a lot of time together and maybe things have moved a little too quickly. Dating someone new ha never given me this my anxiety before. Shrug.
At first, I wasn't sure if I should title this post, "careful what you wish for" or "throw me a bone." And then these we delivered to my work...
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| thanks Josh! |
I think it's safe to assume that sometimes, just sometimes I get thrown a super ultra magnificent bone, with the sweetest meat, and biggest proportions.
Update: So late late one night maybe a month ago I got this crazy whim to noodle on the internet, somehow I ended up on OkCupid, a free dating site, looking at a six two, adorable man's profile picture. Said he was in the navy and I thought to myself, "Hmm. Guess I'll make a profile and see where this takes me." Mistake number one! Ha, I ended up talking to him (Navy guy) and a shit ton of other guys. Damn near got 100 messages a day!! So finally, I just picked the top ten and gave them all a first date. Boy was that a crazy ride. Thai with Jackson, swing set with tall Mike, swimming with dimples Mike, lunch in Nampa with Chris, after practice chit chat with Jason, Friday night dinner with Peter, sushi with Van, Skype with Jarris, Harley ride with Seth, and last but certainly not least, breakfast at ihop with Josh. Josh was the Navy guy I started this whole ordeal for, he ended up being the one I like most. Mistake number two :( I quite fancy Josh, I do. I'm trying not to get too excited or make any expectations because so far we've spent a lot of time together and maybe things have moved a little too quickly. Dating someone new ha never given me this my anxiety before. Shrug.
7/16/12
crestfallen
crestfallen: sad or disappointed, relates to the days of jousting, when the losing protagonist was
knocked from his horse, along with his shield or crest
Get a hold of yourself!
This is a phrase I repeat often while laying sleepless, restless even, in my bed, 3am. But tonight my chants against defeat were abruptly interrupted. The night air whooshed into my room through the open window, forcefully blowing my feather weight curtains in a flurry, carrying the sound of gushing water, too strong to be a sprinkler. I was startled. Never before had I heard that noise on our street. Surely, this must be some sort of alien invasion! How can water just magically appear spewing out of the ground. Okay, okay, so yes, geysers, hot springs, nature, I get it. But through concrete and asphalt? No way, Jose! I shuffled to the kitchen, peered out the window, only to see a shadowy figure illuminated by the yellow street lights. It was a man, a man from the fire department. He had undone the hydrant to do some late night maintenance. Phew! My nerves subsided and I simply watched, listed, felt the cool aura of the water hugging my face. It was almost pure zen, clearing my mind, calming my thoughts. And then BAM! Down the stairs stumbled my roommate and the dogs, baseball bat ready to swing, aliens ready to die. Gently, I explained to her what I witnessed, she drop the bat, and the dogs laid down. together we watched, listened, felt the cool aura of the water hugging our faces. It was majestic, allowing no room for discontent and crestfallen feelings, only glory and wonder.
So, thank you late night construction workers. Tonight's sleep has been sponsored by you!
Get a hold of yourself!
This is a phrase I repeat often while laying sleepless, restless even, in my bed, 3am. But tonight my chants against defeat were abruptly interrupted. The night air whooshed into my room through the open window, forcefully blowing my feather weight curtains in a flurry, carrying the sound of gushing water, too strong to be a sprinkler. I was startled. Never before had I heard that noise on our street. Surely, this must be some sort of alien invasion! How can water just magically appear spewing out of the ground. Okay, okay, so yes, geysers, hot springs, nature, I get it. But through concrete and asphalt? No way, Jose! I shuffled to the kitchen, peered out the window, only to see a shadowy figure illuminated by the yellow street lights. It was a man, a man from the fire department. He had undone the hydrant to do some late night maintenance. Phew! My nerves subsided and I simply watched, listed, felt the cool aura of the water hugging my face. It was almost pure zen, clearing my mind, calming my thoughts. And then BAM! Down the stairs stumbled my roommate and the dogs, baseball bat ready to swing, aliens ready to die. Gently, I explained to her what I witnessed, she drop the bat, and the dogs laid down. together we watched, listened, felt the cool aura of the water hugging our faces. It was majestic, allowing no room for discontent and crestfallen feelings, only glory and wonder.
So, thank you late night construction workers. Tonight's sleep has been sponsored by you!
12/24/11
hill of beans
hill of beans: according to urabandictionary.com, this term is U.S. Marine jargon comparative for something worthless
You know what, sometimes you break your ankle and lose the very love of your life and realize you hate your job and where you live, and then BAM! your dearest friend Nick comes to visit and reminds you that depression sucks balls, but life amounts to more than just a hill of beans. So I dedicate this song to Nick.
Our time together was too short, as always, but I'll always remmember how we we ate delicious co-op sandwiches and hung out with Anthony. They cooked noodles, I ate them, they played pool, I got frustrated (I really susper suck at pool and am a poor sport about it), they argued, I didn't help. Ha! And of course, there was this...
Anyway, so this was really the cherry on top, I also got a new job and am cleared to skate come Feb, and found a new place to live! So, suck it depression. Check and mate. I win this round.
You know what, sometimes you break your ankle and lose the very love of your life and realize you hate your job and where you live, and then BAM! your dearest friend Nick comes to visit and reminds you that depression sucks balls, but life amounts to more than just a hill of beans. So I dedicate this song to Nick.
Our time together was too short, as always, but I'll always remmember how we we ate delicious co-op sandwiches and hung out with Anthony. They cooked noodles, I ate them, they played pool, I got frustrated (I really susper suck at pool and am a poor sport about it), they argued, I didn't help. Ha! And of course, there was this...
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| fun with lighter fluid, burning anarchy! Not illegal, no, nope. Perfectly safe. |
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| Not really sure what's going on here, something to do with watching Nacho Libre, maybe. |
12/14/11
adroit
adroit: clever or skillful in using the hands or mind
Competent, that was the theme of my Wednesday. I installed a washing machine and changed the dryer duct, which I got free just for being cute and curling my hair this morning. The delivery gave me his number too. Thank you genetics and thank you curling iron, even though you're half broken, both of you. I also made croutons, gluten free croutons at that. And I was craving chocolate ice cream, but the freezer was devoid of chocolate ice cream. Tragic. But alas, I found some coco powder, added it in and wha lah! There is something so gratifying about making or fixing things with your own hands.
This remind me of by far the best find in all the Treasure Valley Area. My new friend Ryan took me to this place called the Reuseum. They do a more eloquent job of explaining themselves than I can, so just make the jump over to their website. As added incentive, I promise you robots!
Competent, that was the theme of my Wednesday. I installed a washing machine and changed the dryer duct, which I got free just for being cute and curling my hair this morning. The delivery gave me his number too. Thank you genetics and thank you curling iron, even though you're half broken, both of you. I also made croutons, gluten free croutons at that. And I was craving chocolate ice cream, but the freezer was devoid of chocolate ice cream. Tragic. But alas, I found some coco powder, added it in and wha lah! There is something so gratifying about making or fixing things with your own hands.
This remind me of by far the best find in all the Treasure Valley Area. My new friend Ryan took me to this place called the Reuseum. They do a more eloquent job of explaining themselves than I can, so just make the jump over to their website. As added incentive, I promise you robots!
12/10/11
abdicate
abdicate: (of a monarch) renounce one's throne; release responsibility or duty
I quite my job today! Two weeks notice submitted, new job at the Idaho State Archives as a Research Assistant and Territorial Project Archivist secured. I wouldn't exactly call my old position a monarch, nor did I have a thrown (sad huh?), but I am indeed abdicating my duties as Technical Records Specialist. Never again will I do a job that requires 10 hours of sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen. As happy as I am to make this change in my life, I do want to thank my coworkers and boss, I learned a lot from that position and from them. It's simply that that job was tearing me down, eating at my soul. Not sure how someone could do ten years there! Well, at least I managed to squeeze in some fun. Like the time our HR lady said that my small picture of Betty Grable (a super mild pin-up from the 40's) was offensive and against office policy, so I printed out ten or so stickers of her and stuck them under all the cabinets, filing drawers, desks, and conference tables. Sneaky me. Or like the time our network and internet went down and no one could do any work for nearly half a day, so I played with my camera phone...
I quite my job today! Two weeks notice submitted, new job at the Idaho State Archives as a Research Assistant and Territorial Project Archivist secured. I wouldn't exactly call my old position a monarch, nor did I have a thrown (sad huh?), but I am indeed abdicating my duties as Technical Records Specialist. Never again will I do a job that requires 10 hours of sitting at a desk, staring at a computer screen. As happy as I am to make this change in my life, I do want to thank my coworkers and boss, I learned a lot from that position and from them. It's simply that that job was tearing me down, eating at my soul. Not sure how someone could do ten years there! Well, at least I managed to squeeze in some fun. Like the time our HR lady said that my small picture of Betty Grable (a super mild pin-up from the 40's) was offensive and against office policy, so I printed out ten or so stickers of her and stuck them under all the cabinets, filing drawers, desks, and conference tables. Sneaky me. Or like the time our network and internet went down and no one could do any work for nearly half a day, so I played with my camera phone...
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| the HR lady's office is right behind mine :) |
8/31/11
on my mind...
"I'M FAMMMMMMOUS!"
This is how I answered the last phone call between Nick and I. On his drive back to Eugene he hooked his droid phone up to the radio and BAM! I had my own talk show. Best. Thing. Ever.
This is how I answered the last phone call between Nick and I. On his drive back to Eugene he hooked his droid phone up to the radio and BAM! I had my own talk show. Best. Thing. Ever.
8/20/11
ruminate
ruminate: to think deeply about something, to mull over, to chew the fat
DO NOT PANIC!
I have not died.
I have just gotten a new job, drafted to a roller derby team, had a small mental breakdown, dealt with family and man drama, broke a rib, and so on and so forth. All of this has lead me to ruminate a bit longer on my writing. I have lots of posts in progress and promise to upload content soon.
Trust me, I need it as much as you do...I'll leave you to expand upon the meaning of "it." philosophically, of course.
we're ruminating, we are. we really are. cross my heart. pinky promise.
DO NOT PANIC!
I have not died.
I have just gotten a new job, drafted to a roller derby team, had a small mental breakdown, dealt with family and man drama, broke a rib, and so on and so forth. All of this has lead me to ruminate a bit longer on my writing. I have lots of posts in progress and promise to upload content soon.
Trust me, I need it as much as you do...I'll leave you to expand upon the meaning of "it." philosophically, of course.
we're ruminating, we are. we really are. cross my heart. pinky promise.
7/31/11
let's just say...
"I'm not sure what's worse, being hated or being ignored" -Cheeky*
*cheeky: insolently bold, impudent; also a kickass band from Long Island
*cheeky: insolently bold, impudent; also a kickass band from Long Island
7/26/11
limerence
limerence: is a term coined c. 1977 by the psychologist Dorothy Tennov, a neologism used to describe an involuntary state of mind which seems to result from a romantic attraction for another person combined with an overwhelming, obsessive need to have one's feelings reciprocated, a.k.a a crush
I apologize for the darkness of this picture, but if you squint you can see Ky as well as 4th of July fireworks in the background. I kept getting Ky in trouble because I challenged him to a spitting contest off the side of the BSU parking garage. te he.
Hey! Guess what? All my relationship troubles have been solved. While playing a rock skipping game on the Wii (side note, I kick ass at the space orientation game and some people, I'm not naming names, get a little too competitive...cough Tim cough cough) Jordan, a family friend's six year old boy, came up to me and asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend. Heck yes! So, news flash, I'm taken. Just ignore the 16 year age gap and things are golden. I love kids. They get a feeling and are confident about it, instead of cowering behind insecurities and leaning on mental crutches. Old people are like this too; they're unabashed. Damn it took some individuals that I know, again I'm not naming any names, two or more years of stringing me along until they finally backed down, afraid, or something. Shrug. Anyway, our friend has three boys (two 6 and one 5) and I'm pretty sure they all have a small crush on me, but this is probably because I buy them Silly Putty and apple sauce, and play light saber tag with them, and teach them how to count money and play slap jack. No actually, it's because if you minus the whole "being female" thing and shed off those 16 years, I AM a 6 year old boy. Case in point, I went to the lake this past Sunday with a new friend, Alisha and her girlfriend, and what happens? I make friends with the one unsupervised 4 year old boy on the whole damn lake. We compared scars and he built me a sand castle with hardwood floors and five bedrooms. no joke.
I apologize for the darkness of this picture, but if you squint you can see Ky as well as 4th of July fireworks in the background. I kept getting Ky in trouble because I challenged him to a spitting contest off the side of the BSU parking garage. te he.Hey! Guess what? All my relationship troubles have been solved. While playing a rock skipping game on the Wii (side note, I kick ass at the space orientation game and some people, I'm not naming names, get a little too competitive...cough Tim cough cough) Jordan, a family friend's six year old boy, came up to me and asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend. Heck yes! So, news flash, I'm taken. Just ignore the 16 year age gap and things are golden. I love kids. They get a feeling and are confident about it, instead of cowering behind insecurities and leaning on mental crutches. Old people are like this too; they're unabashed. Damn it took some individuals that I know, again I'm not naming any names, two or more years of stringing me along until they finally backed down, afraid, or something. Shrug. Anyway, our friend has three boys (two 6 and one 5) and I'm pretty sure they all have a small crush on me, but this is probably because I buy them Silly Putty and apple sauce, and play light saber tag with them, and teach them how to count money and play slap jack. No actually, it's because if you minus the whole "being female" thing and shed off those 16 years, I AM a 6 year old boy. Case in point, I went to the lake this past Sunday with a new friend, Alisha and her girlfriend, and what happens? I make friends with the one unsupervised 4 year old boy on the whole damn lake. We compared scars and he built me a sand castle with hardwood floors and five bedrooms. no joke.
exterminate
exterminate: to get rid of completely usually by killing off
why are there beetles everywhere in my house? I am not okay with this. no one invited them. they were NOT invited! in an effort to extinguish the beetles, I bought a plastic iguana, but he has been ineffective at eating the beetles. this is either because he is plastic or because iguanas are herbivore. I'm not sure which.
Theodor the Iguana. I was going to take him to work, but he looks so content on my desk at home.
Seriously though, we finally got screens from our landlord, but the bug problem has just worsened. I always joke that someday the ants are going to take over the entirety of Boise because there are so many ant hills here-- one for every crack and crevice it seems-- but now, I think my comedy is turning into a deep and tragic reality.
7/20/11
the straight dope
the straight dope: a popular question-and-answer newspaper column published in the Chicago Reader, syndicated in thirty newspapers in the United States and Canada; slang for the truth
question - can Monique have more than one rootbeer?
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| they took me that candy store in Bown's Xing, I did not resist, but I did warn them what a horrible idea that was, (evil laugh) |
7/7/11
cop out
cop out: an idiom which means to avoid taking responsibility for an action, fulfilling a duty or meeting expectations
I'd write something terribly witty and insightful, but yeah, I have no excuse. I'm just lazy, or maybe tired, seeing as the time on my clock reads 3:47am. So I'm going to take the path more traveled and just blog my current life in pictures. I'm sorry for the cop out.
Essentially, I moved to Boise and got a job...and then another job...
I learned, once again, that some people are just crummy and will always be crummy, end of story. This seems to be a reoccurring lesson in my life, but it never soaks-in. Maybe I just have an overly sentimental heart. Anyway, I'm letting go, accepting that it's just been too much for too long. It's not my fight to fight anymore. I'm not sure I can muster the energy anymore. Oh resilience, why do you cling to me? I want to be happy, I sware (although at another time in my life this answer would have been different, no more wallowing) and with just one more push I'll be too apathetic not to be happy. what do they say ignorance is bliss, well apathy breeds happiness :/
anyway, as promised, I cut my hair on the very day that I didn't think or freight about the aforementioned heartbreak for the first time in what seems like the longest time...
and now I skate roller derby a super duper lot, and wash wheels instead of dishes, and buy tank tops that read "silly boys, trucks are for girls" (trust me, if you play roller derby this is hilarious).
and I walk to work or ride my bike most days, along the way I sometimes see something that makes me chuckle, like this bumper sticker...
The world would be a more bearable place if more people followed this statement.
I eat a lot of cereal too... in the big bowl.
and listen to the music Nick gives me...
and sometimes, I even hang with my sister and brother-in-law and we go to Hastings, poke around, only to rent and watch a really sad movie about love called Blue Valentine from the red box (it's right up there with "I Am Sam" and "The Land Before Time." I was depressed for like a fucking week after each of these movies, no joke).
oh and, my sister often orders for me at restaurants. She says, " 'scuse me, sir, is this gluten free?" She says this because I was recently diagnosed with a wheat/gluten allergy. More on that to come later. Promise.
oh and, this is going to make me seem like a bad aunt for not posting news of this sooner...but my sister Jessica had her third, a boy named Dean Derex Lee, two middle names. Who doesn't love a man with two middle names?! Weird. I have a nephew. We don't have a lot of men in our family, so this is new.
I'd write something terribly witty and insightful, but yeah, I have no excuse. I'm just lazy, or maybe tired, seeing as the time on my clock reads 3:47am. So I'm going to take the path more traveled and just blog my current life in pictures. I'm sorry for the cop out.
Essentially, I moved to Boise and got a job...and then another job...
I learned, once again, that some people are just crummy and will always be crummy, end of story. This seems to be a reoccurring lesson in my life, but it never soaks-in. Maybe I just have an overly sentimental heart. Anyway, I'm letting go, accepting that it's just been too much for too long. It's not my fight to fight anymore. I'm not sure I can muster the energy anymore. Oh resilience, why do you cling to me? I want to be happy, I sware (although at another time in my life this answer would have been different, no more wallowing) and with just one more push I'll be too apathetic not to be happy. what do they say ignorance is bliss, well apathy breeds happiness :/
anyway, as promised, I cut my hair on the very day that I didn't think or freight about the aforementioned heartbreak for the first time in what seems like the longest time...
and now I skate roller derby a super duper lot, and wash wheels instead of dishes, and buy tank tops that read "silly boys, trucks are for girls" (trust me, if you play roller derby this is hilarious).
and I walk to work or ride my bike most days, along the way I sometimes see something that makes me chuckle, like this bumper sticker...
The world would be a more bearable place if more people followed this statement.
I eat a lot of cereal too... in the big bowl.
and listen to the music Nick gives me...
and sometimes, I even hang with my sister and brother-in-law and we go to Hastings, poke around, only to rent and watch a really sad movie about love called Blue Valentine from the red box (it's right up there with "I Am Sam" and "The Land Before Time." I was depressed for like a fucking week after each of these movies, no joke).
oh and, my sister often orders for me at restaurants. She says, " 'scuse me, sir, is this gluten free?" She says this because I was recently diagnosed with a wheat/gluten allergy. More on that to come later. Promise.
oh and, this is going to make me seem like a bad aunt for not posting news of this sooner...but my sister Jessica had her third, a boy named Dean Derex Lee, two middle names. Who doesn't love a man with two middle names?! Weird. I have a nephew. We don't have a lot of men in our family, so this is new.
7/6/11
on my mind...
big girl job-like things.
Today, on my first day as a Technical Records Specialist 1 for the Idaho Real Estate Commission, I learned that although they seem synonymous, "standard" and "basic" are actually quite different in meaning.
I also learned that I basically get paid a competitive wage plus benefits to listen to music all day. Ha! No, there is more to my job than that. Lots of little things to learn for now, but I am a fast learner and am catching on quickly.
Oooooh. AAAAnd. Gill agreed to decorate my lunch box for me! For those of you who are unaware, Gill ='s tattoo artist, friend, fellow NOFX connoisseur. I asked for a character of Fat Mike, but we'll see what I get.
My supervisor and office mates gave me a large bag of chocolate...I think I"m going to like this job :)
Today, on my first day as a Technical Records Specialist 1 for the Idaho Real Estate Commission, I learned that although they seem synonymous, "standard" and "basic" are actually quite different in meaning.
I also learned that I basically get paid a competitive wage plus benefits to listen to music all day. Ha! No, there is more to my job than that. Lots of little things to learn for now, but I am a fast learner and am catching on quickly.
Oooooh. AAAAnd. Gill agreed to decorate my lunch box for me! For those of you who are unaware, Gill ='s tattoo artist, friend, fellow NOFX connoisseur. I asked for a character of Fat Mike, but we'll see what I get.
My supervisor and office mates gave me a large bag of chocolate...I think I"m going to like this job :)
6/15/11
verve
verve: energy and enthusiasm
My niece cracks me up. We were rocking in a big leather recliner, playing with my cell phone and its phone-shaped cover. Just relaxing, mostly. When all of a sudden my niece decides to “call me” (note she is two and a half). I pick up the phone and we start talking. Then, she abruptly interrupts me and says, “Hang on Aunt Monique, I am calling my boyfriend. I need to go to my boyfriend's house soon.” So I say, “Pardon me” and politely hang up the phone. She then has a full on conversation with her “boyfriend”… but eventually calls me back. She’s like a mini person!
Update 6/17/2011: today my sister Jess brought her kids over to see my house and I was playing Polly Pocket on my bed with my nieces when I decide to ask Madison (the two and a half year old) how her boyfriend is doing. She turned to me with a forlorn look and sighed, “Oh you know. We broke up.” So I quickly changed the subject and complemented her on her newly pierced ears, “your earrings are so beautiful!” I said. “I know, thanks” she says. Ha!
6/3/11
nickname
nickname: another way to say...but not "short for."
I get a kick out of other peoples’ nicknames for things. Always have, always will. I wish there were a dictionary of nicknames. That would be a book worthy of investment. One of my friend’s call Parmesan cheese “sprinkle cheese” because her family always buys the green shaker bottle. Te he. Also, in a recent episode of Parks and Recreation (which I will miss greatly until it returns in the fall) one of the characters spouts off a handful of nicknames, my favorite being “bean blankets” for tortillas. Another favorite of mine is “air bunnies” for quotation marks.
also...
why do people keep calling me Mo or Mo Mo? grrr.
3/3/11
to kill a bear with a toothpick
to kill a bear with a toothpick: something that is near impossible to do, and foolish to even attempt
getting me to carry a purse is like trying to kill a bear with a toothpick. However, defeated, I broke down and bought a purse earlier this week. It's not as horrible as I thought it would be. I vow here and now though, that I will never be one of those giant bag ladies that carries all of Walmart plus an extra tube of lipstick in her bag. No way, Jose!
Also, Living with me means you get asked some of the most random questions. My roommate, Fred, knows this best. Tonight I asked her if she ever wondered why Sponge Bob had Square Pants instead of some other square article of clothing or object...like a hat...or maybe a pan. Sponge Bob Square Pan! I digress, on Monday night, I asked her what her thoughts on old people were. This quickly escalated to me drawing a venn diagram of the people I like. I'll scan in the original post-it note later. But for now...
outside the circles= all other people, aka people I am not a fan of, inside the circle to the left are kids from the age 2.5 to 9, inside the circle to the right are people over the age of 60+, and in the middle are people who receive a subscription to AARP magazine (namely, kids with stolen identities).
getting me to carry a purse is like trying to kill a bear with a toothpick. However, defeated, I broke down and bought a purse earlier this week. It's not as horrible as I thought it would be. I vow here and now though, that I will never be one of those giant bag ladies that carries all of Walmart plus an extra tube of lipstick in her bag. No way, Jose!
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| Found it at Value Village for $6, it's about 10" long |
Also, Living with me means you get asked some of the most random questions. My roommate, Fred, knows this best. Tonight I asked her if she ever wondered why Sponge Bob had Square Pants instead of some other square article of clothing or object...like a hat...or maybe a pan. Sponge Bob Square Pan! I digress, on Monday night, I asked her what her thoughts on old people were. This quickly escalated to me drawing a venn diagram of the people I like. I'll scan in the original post-it note later. But for now...
outside the circles= all other people, aka people I am not a fan of, inside the circle to the left are kids from the age 2.5 to 9, inside the circle to the right are people over the age of 60+, and in the middle are people who receive a subscription to AARP magazine (namely, kids with stolen identities).
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