It is always hard to wait for things. Be it plans to come together or changes to be made or goals to be met.
It seems that sometimes in an attempt to take action we are in fact pushing ahead and it doesn’t work. I wanted things to get done and was tired of waiting and thought I was being proactive by taking in a seminar for my writing and taking action to get things done for my notary commission.
In both instances, which happened in one week by the way, all my plans blew up in my face and I was asked to get back to work. Which was fine, it just wasn’t the time for me to be looking after my career and it was meant for me to be helping out in another avenue.
I have been waiting for things to get done so I can progress in my writing and it has been killing me. So I have to take yet another deep breath and remind myself that I have to wait some more, I have to be patent. I don’t like it, but pushing ahead didn’t get my anywhere.
It is never easy to have to wait, and no one wants to feel like they are not doing anything positive to make progress. It leaves you feeling as though your life is just wasting away and you will never achieve anything. It may sound a bit melodramatic but that is how it seems sometimes.
So to get through this time, I have been working on my writing and doing what I can around the shop to be a helpful and as productive as I can. No matter what, there is always cleaning to be done. That helps me a lot. I don't like feeling totally useless.
Will all this waiting and being patent pay off in the end? I will get back to you on that one. It has happened in the past so that’s the only thing I have to go on. So here I am………..still waiting.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
The No Kid Club
I know, the name says it all. It is sort of joke, the members are couples I know that have decided not to have children. The thought of be woken up to baby’s cries sends a shiver down our backs, much like sitting out side during a snow storm.
While I am nice to other people’s children, sometimes that makes them think I want one of my own, nothing could be further from the truth. I do love my life, and it is the one I have chosen. One that involves a lot of travel, not something I want to do with Moses’ baskets and strollers and diaper bags.
Recently I saw my friends from Germany; they are Russian and live in a small town near the Bodensee. It stuck me that my inner teenager would be very proud of me. I always wanted to go to Europe and I now I have, four times since 2003. I have friends in all these countries and I can crash at their homes and they at mine. Something I always wanted and the reason for my guest room.
The photos I have of Paris, and when I look at them again, I sometimes can’t even believe I was really there. I now know the lay of the land and don’t get lost (not that I did in the first place, but I’m really getting to know the place now.) When I see my fellow countrymen being scared about flying, or when they are over there waiting in line at Garde de Norde and have their laptops for translating just to find out there are English speaking people at the train station, it makes me laugh.
Now it is not as if I look down on people with kids, as long as they are smart. I give them gifts and support their decision. I am the first one to want to spoil their kids! My friends in Europe have great kids that are sharp as tacks, and I love them. It’s great to spend time with their kids, without all the worry about paying for schooling and day care. I know it’s a hard job. I also know I couldn’t do it. I have too many miles yet to travel.
To my friends with kids, I don’t know how you do it and my hat goes off to you. As for the members of “The No Kid Club,”……..I’ll meet you at the pub for a drink! Of course my European friends will just take their kids with them to the pub and meet up for that drink. ;-)
While I am nice to other people’s children, sometimes that makes them think I want one of my own, nothing could be further from the truth. I do love my life, and it is the one I have chosen. One that involves a lot of travel, not something I want to do with Moses’ baskets and strollers and diaper bags.
Recently I saw my friends from Germany; they are Russian and live in a small town near the Bodensee. It stuck me that my inner teenager would be very proud of me. I always wanted to go to Europe and I now I have, four times since 2003. I have friends in all these countries and I can crash at their homes and they at mine. Something I always wanted and the reason for my guest room.
The photos I have of Paris, and when I look at them again, I sometimes can’t even believe I was really there. I now know the lay of the land and don’t get lost (not that I did in the first place, but I’m really getting to know the place now.) When I see my fellow countrymen being scared about flying, or when they are over there waiting in line at Garde de Norde and have their laptops for translating just to find out there are English speaking people at the train station, it makes me laugh.
Now it is not as if I look down on people with kids, as long as they are smart. I give them gifts and support their decision. I am the first one to want to spoil their kids! My friends in Europe have great kids that are sharp as tacks, and I love them. It’s great to spend time with their kids, without all the worry about paying for schooling and day care. I know it’s a hard job. I also know I couldn’t do it. I have too many miles yet to travel.
To my friends with kids, I don’t know how you do it and my hat goes off to you. As for the members of “The No Kid Club,”……..I’ll meet you at the pub for a drink! Of course my European friends will just take their kids with them to the pub and meet up for that drink. ;-)
Friday, December 14, 2007
Favorite Things
Is it just needle-point wisdom and lyrics from Rogers and Hammerstein musicals that tell us to surround ourselves with our favorite things? Possibly, but there is some thing to be said for having items around than bring a smile to our faces.
For me it’s my board, or more to the point the monument I take it from the garage and walk it over to the car and start to strap it to the rack. Just another ritual that takes me from the everyday to a relaxing place, and normally I turn up my radio as I head out. Just to complete the effect.
Another favorite thing is the little teapot for one; it is made of bone china, that I keep in my desk drawer at the office. I bought it in Scotland last summer with my good friends Maddy and Andy and their daughter Morvin. I only drink one cup off coffee in the morning to get going and the rest of the day I drink herbal teas. So the teapot and tea I drink helps me to calm down and focus on my work. I sometimes think about the good times I had in Scotland.
I do love my car and my scooter. I like my 2001 VW beetle the color makes me happy, its periwinkle blue. My Vespa GTR ‘73, represents years of longing. I had wanted one since if first saw them at age 13. The fact that I finally have one is great. I used to drive it to work everyday. These days I need my car more, no big both are fun to drive.
I like the laptop I am working on right now. It’s a Mac, Blue and white clamshell. I don’t know all the specs, so don’t ask. It’s about the color combo of blue and white. One of my favorites, I could paint everything various shades of blue and white. I suppose it’s like water and sand, I do know that it calms me down.
I also love blue Hydrangeas and pink and red tulips. I like to bring flowers into the office, like lilies of the valley. Then there is my pink new Ipod, another girly thing. One more favorite thing, is sipping beer on a hot summer night at the Beer Garden in down town Fullerton with my friends. I don’t get to go all the time, but when I do I make the most of it. Ahh, I can just about taste the beer on the tip of my tongue.
It may not be raindrops on roses, but here are just a few of my favorite things.
For me it’s my board, or more to the point the monument I take it from the garage and walk it over to the car and start to strap it to the rack. Just another ritual that takes me from the everyday to a relaxing place, and normally I turn up my radio as I head out. Just to complete the effect.
Another favorite thing is the little teapot for one; it is made of bone china, that I keep in my desk drawer at the office. I bought it in Scotland last summer with my good friends Maddy and Andy and their daughter Morvin. I only drink one cup off coffee in the morning to get going and the rest of the day I drink herbal teas. So the teapot and tea I drink helps me to calm down and focus on my work. I sometimes think about the good times I had in Scotland.
I do love my car and my scooter. I like my 2001 VW beetle the color makes me happy, its periwinkle blue. My Vespa GTR ‘73, represents years of longing. I had wanted one since if first saw them at age 13. The fact that I finally have one is great. I used to drive it to work everyday. These days I need my car more, no big both are fun to drive.
I like the laptop I am working on right now. It’s a Mac, Blue and white clamshell. I don’t know all the specs, so don’t ask. It’s about the color combo of blue and white. One of my favorites, I could paint everything various shades of blue and white. I suppose it’s like water and sand, I do know that it calms me down.
I also love blue Hydrangeas and pink and red tulips. I like to bring flowers into the office, like lilies of the valley. Then there is my pink new Ipod, another girly thing. One more favorite thing, is sipping beer on a hot summer night at the Beer Garden in down town Fullerton with my friends. I don’t get to go all the time, but when I do I make the most of it. Ahh, I can just about taste the beer on the tip of my tongue.
It may not be raindrops on roses, but here are just a few of my favorite things.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
What?
In the course of growing up, I went to a few different schools, in which the children had their own different idioms. The children's vocabulary was vastly different depending on the ecomnic level of the parents.
At the first school I went to, which was in a middle class area, the children spoke normal English and were children of ex-hippies. They never looked down on my ethnicity, in fact they used to say things like, "We are all God's children anyway and borthers and sisters in the way God sees it." They were mostly Caucasian kids.
When my mother bought a small house, the only thing she could afford was in a lower class neigborhood. We were close to our cousins, but the children there were immediately intmidated by my vocabulary. They accused me of being prejudice, and we were both Hispanic. I had to go home and ask my mother what 'prejudice' meant, and I still had no idea what they meant by it. Now that I am older, I figure they were trying to say I was being pompous with my word choices.
They also used the term "mode-ed" this meant that you had been shown up, and had no response left since you were dumnstruck, and thus 'mode-ed'. I had no idea what that meant. My standing and trying to discern what they meant added to my being 'mode-ed', not a good thing.
My mother remarried and we moved to an upper class neighborhood, the vernacular changed once again. Now I wasn't told I was 'mode-ed' but when they didn't like what I had to say I was tols to "shine- on". What? I was behooved to ask a fellow classmate what that meant. It seems they didn't want to hear me out and so I was told to 'shine-on'. I was under the impression that it had something to do with male masterbation practices. My first response was to tell them, "Same to You!" I know it didn't make much sense to them, but I thought they were calling me a "jack-off". I wasn't going to let them.
One thing I have learned was the nicer the neighborhood, the less my being Native America and Mexican mattered. At least they were polite enough not to make it an issue. As for the kids that talked disparagingly of my vocabulary, well they were uneducated and insecure. I have come to apperciate other idioms in my travels and it is something I excel at now. Even if every once in a while I still have to ask,.......What?
At the first school I went to, which was in a middle class area, the children spoke normal English and were children of ex-hippies. They never looked down on my ethnicity, in fact they used to say things like, "We are all God's children anyway and borthers and sisters in the way God sees it." They were mostly Caucasian kids.
When my mother bought a small house, the only thing she could afford was in a lower class neigborhood. We were close to our cousins, but the children there were immediately intmidated by my vocabulary. They accused me of being prejudice, and we were both Hispanic. I had to go home and ask my mother what 'prejudice' meant, and I still had no idea what they meant by it. Now that I am older, I figure they were trying to say I was being pompous with my word choices.
They also used the term "mode-ed" this meant that you had been shown up, and had no response left since you were dumnstruck, and thus 'mode-ed'. I had no idea what that meant. My standing and trying to discern what they meant added to my being 'mode-ed', not a good thing.
My mother remarried and we moved to an upper class neighborhood, the vernacular changed once again. Now I wasn't told I was 'mode-ed' but when they didn't like what I had to say I was tols to "shine- on". What? I was behooved to ask a fellow classmate what that meant. It seems they didn't want to hear me out and so I was told to 'shine-on'. I was under the impression that it had something to do with male masterbation practices. My first response was to tell them, "Same to You!" I know it didn't make much sense to them, but I thought they were calling me a "jack-off". I wasn't going to let them.
One thing I have learned was the nicer the neighborhood, the less my being Native America and Mexican mattered. At least they were polite enough not to make it an issue. As for the kids that talked disparagingly of my vocabulary, well they were uneducated and insecure. I have come to apperciate other idioms in my travels and it is something I excel at now. Even if every once in a while I still have to ask,.......What?
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