I've been single for about a two years now. I must say it's really not as bad as I thought it would be, unless you count the following:
Single Food shopping
*probably the most depressing thing is to walk down that cold aisle with the elevator music playing knowing that you're shopping for one
Cleaning
* Personally, i enjoy cleaning. However, when you have a significant other, certain "duties", better known as chores, are doled out between two people,
unless you live alone, and then you are responsible for everything
Going out to eat
*Needs no further explanation. I know there are plenty of people out there who think to themselves, "but I enjoy going out to eat by myself". Well, I call bullshit on that one. You might as well just bring your cat.
Conversation (AKA-Bitching and Complaining)
*Yes, you can have a conversation with your friends/family, but there's nothing like coming home and bitching and complaining to the one person who really doesn't have the heart to tell you to stop.
Driving
*This is the exception. Actually driving is one of the things that is way more beneficial to do when single. The critiques and the back-seat driving, I can do without.
I am an extremely independent woman that has liberal views, don't confuse me as the type that "needs to be in a relationship". Personally, I believe that living single is the one of the best things I I've ever done because it forces me to spend time with myself and enjoy my own company but there are definite benefits to having that someone special in your life. There is also pitfalls...I'll discuss them in my next blog. : )
Friday, January 30, 2009
The Google Nation
So there I was today, as usual, planted in my corner of hell, otherwise know as my version of Hell. Usually, when I'm there, because I'm expected to be a drone, I rarely have any original thoughts but today was different.
I thought of what I would do if I could do anything as a career. I never pictured myself being a corporate slave, or working everyday with a view not of the ocean, but of the other drones huddled around me shamelessly trying to pass the time by pretending to do actual work.
Personally, I like to google during office hours. If googling was one of my job requirements, I would have been the President of the Company by now. I googled my name, all the names of almost everyone I know, my horoscope, and I've even googled things like "Murder" and "Cyanide", not because I plan to execute a murder using cyanide, but because my mind yearns for the stench of morbidness that only reading about death can bring. The thing about googling is that usually. the first hit is in Wikipedia. Now, I'm all for Wiki...I know the power it holds to so many that no longer look up words in an archaic dictionary, they want the rush that only the high speed internet can bring to them: instant gratification. I do have one objection to Wiki, I think that people can give misinformation and since people are the ones maintaining the Wiki's Pedia, I would assume that some of that garble is inaccurate.
Also, sometimes, I don't want an explanation of what people think about murder, I just want to know how to commit one. I come from the era of the Library. When I was a kid, if I wanted to know more about a subject, I would go to the library, look in the card catalog and go check the book out. The library also doubled as a great place to meet up with boys before I was allowed to hang out with the opposite sex, but that's another subject entirely. When I was 13, I was out walking the streets and thinking how cool IO was until it became dark then i turned into a vampire (or just had to retreat back to my house for dinner). Now, every 13+ year old kid I know is hidden in cyberspace by snarky avatars and explicit screen names.
When did our society start to devalue humanization and encourage a society of pre- adolescents and beyond to communicate via myspace, facebook, and youtube? It's hard enough to keep tabs on what your kid is doing when you're not around. The internet has opened up a whole can of predators that have been unleashed and are waiting to friend request your 13 year old. Surprisingly, most teens surf the net with unsupervised abandon looking at things that they're to young to view and instant messaging their "buddies" with dialogue that would make any parents skin crawl. Don't get me wrong, I respect the power of the "Information Highway" and the technological strides that we've been able to take because of it. However, I must admit I get nostalgic for the days when I would get an actual hand crafted letter folded into a perfect square and passed to me during 3rd period Math class. Now it's all emails and pokes. Popularity is no longer a contest ran by the elite high school crowd, it's now a race to see who can get more friends on Facebook. I don't know which is worse.
To answer my own question, as I tend to do in my neverending quest of my personal legend, if I could do anything there are many things I would choose. One thing I most certainly would never choose it to sit behind a desk and answer to "the man".
I thought of what I would do if I could do anything as a career. I never pictured myself being a corporate slave, or working everyday with a view not of the ocean, but of the other drones huddled around me shamelessly trying to pass the time by pretending to do actual work.
Personally, I like to google during office hours. If googling was one of my job requirements, I would have been the President of the Company by now. I googled my name, all the names of almost everyone I know, my horoscope, and I've even googled things like "Murder" and "Cyanide", not because I plan to execute a murder using cyanide, but because my mind yearns for the stench of morbidness that only reading about death can bring. The thing about googling is that usually. the first hit is in Wikipedia. Now, I'm all for Wiki...I know the power it holds to so many that no longer look up words in an archaic dictionary, they want the rush that only the high speed internet can bring to them: instant gratification. I do have one objection to Wiki, I think that people can give misinformation and since people are the ones maintaining the Wiki's Pedia, I would assume that some of that garble is inaccurate.
Also, sometimes, I don't want an explanation of what people think about murder, I just want to know how to commit one. I come from the era of the Library. When I was a kid, if I wanted to know more about a subject, I would go to the library, look in the card catalog and go check the book out. The library also doubled as a great place to meet up with boys before I was allowed to hang out with the opposite sex, but that's another subject entirely. When I was 13, I was out walking the streets and thinking how cool IO was until it became dark then i turned into a vampire (or just had to retreat back to my house for dinner). Now, every 13+ year old kid I know is hidden in cyberspace by snarky avatars and explicit screen names.
When did our society start to devalue humanization and encourage a society of pre- adolescents and beyond to communicate via myspace, facebook, and youtube? It's hard enough to keep tabs on what your kid is doing when you're not around. The internet has opened up a whole can of predators that have been unleashed and are waiting to friend request your 13 year old. Surprisingly, most teens surf the net with unsupervised abandon looking at things that they're to young to view and instant messaging their "buddies" with dialogue that would make any parents skin crawl. Don't get me wrong, I respect the power of the "Information Highway" and the technological strides that we've been able to take because of it. However, I must admit I get nostalgic for the days when I would get an actual hand crafted letter folded into a perfect square and passed to me during 3rd period Math class. Now it's all emails and pokes. Popularity is no longer a contest ran by the elite high school crowd, it's now a race to see who can get more friends on Facebook. I don't know which is worse.
To answer my own question, as I tend to do in my neverending quest of my personal legend, if I could do anything there are many things I would choose. One thing I most certainly would never choose it to sit behind a desk and answer to "the man".
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I Hate the Cold...
You know, ever since I moved to New Mexico, people from back home call me and complain about how cold it is home, and how warm it must be here...It's not. It's bitter cold here, especially in the mornings, I know this because it's so cold that my car door actually was frozen shut and since I didn't know how to handle this, I wound up breaking my car door handle. So, the next time this happen, I came out prepared, with a pot of boiling water to pour over my door handle, of course it splattered on the windshield and caused icicles to form over the entire left side, but at least one door is still fully functional. Not that it matters that the door is fully functional when the temporary plates, glued to the back windshield, dated 11/15/07 are way past expired but now I wonder, does the door really have to open on the drivers side to pass inspection?
While we're on the subject of people on the East coast misjudging my "situation" here, I also do NOT live in Mexico. Yes, I'm sure my mother ran into you at the nail salon and told you that I was in Mexico. However, it's New Mexico. If I was in Mexico, I would be in an alley with a bottle of tequilla and a donkey out of reach from those back home.
We had our "holiday party" on Sat. for work, I say holiday party because it sounds dumb to say Christmas part when it's a week before February. I did manage to lose my shoes during the hotel after party which is most certainly the sign that I had a good time.
While we're on the subject of people on the East coast misjudging my "situation" here, I also do NOT live in Mexico. Yes, I'm sure my mother ran into you at the nail salon and told you that I was in Mexico. However, it's New Mexico. If I was in Mexico, I would be in an alley with a bottle of tequilla and a donkey out of reach from those back home.
We had our "holiday party" on Sat. for work, I say holiday party because it sounds dumb to say Christmas part when it's a week before February. I did manage to lose my shoes during the hotel after party which is most certainly the sign that I had a good time.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Pay it Forward
There are many days when I don't feel like getting out of bed in the morning. I had almost lost faith in humanity and then it happened, the second flat tire I had that week came to pass and because of this, I restore my faith. I was having the worse week, financial problems mostly, and I went back to the tire place on my lunch and they told me that they had to replace the tire because it was to worn down to just patch it. I had no choice but to pay them $90.00 to replace it. They told me I needed four new tires but I told them that I can barely afford the one I have to replace today. While I was talking with the sales person, there was a man standing in the general are I was and getting work done himself, I walked outside and was upset, I felt homesick, and broke, and felt as if I was considering the fact that I maybe I made a mistake moving to Albuquerque.
I composed myself, and walked back into the tire place and sat down to wait and began to pray for a miracle. The man that was getting the work done was leaving and wished me a Merry Christmas on the way out. I wished him a Merry Christmas back and thought it was a bit odd that he would say that seeing as how it wasn't even December yet. After he left, the owner of the tire place came in and asked me if I had some more time to wait and I told him that I thought they were almost done, he then informed that the stranger that wished me a merry Christmas also bought me the other three tires that I needed and they were installing them! I started crying tears of joy and realized that at the miracle I prayed for had happened.
I wrote him a letter thanking him, and even though I'll probably never see him again, I'll never forget him. I told him that even thought I could never repay him, I would pay it forward one day and do for someone what he did for me.
Sometimes I think that hope is lost but then I'm reminded about all of the goodness that exists in our world. People spend so much time focusing on their own problems, and become self absorbed, when there is so much to be thankful for. We must always remember that every day angels, like the person that lets you pass in traffic when you're running late, or the man you don't even know that pays for your tires do exist, so don't give up because miracles DO happen.
I composed myself, and walked back into the tire place and sat down to wait and began to pray for a miracle. The man that was getting the work done was leaving and wished me a Merry Christmas on the way out. I wished him a Merry Christmas back and thought it was a bit odd that he would say that seeing as how it wasn't even December yet. After he left, the owner of the tire place came in and asked me if I had some more time to wait and I told him that I thought they were almost done, he then informed that the stranger that wished me a merry Christmas also bought me the other three tires that I needed and they were installing them! I started crying tears of joy and realized that at the miracle I prayed for had happened.
I wrote him a letter thanking him, and even though I'll probably never see him again, I'll never forget him. I told him that even thought I could never repay him, I would pay it forward one day and do for someone what he did for me.
Sometimes I think that hope is lost but then I'm reminded about all of the goodness that exists in our world. People spend so much time focusing on their own problems, and become self absorbed, when there is so much to be thankful for. We must always remember that every day angels, like the person that lets you pass in traffic when you're running late, or the man you don't even know that pays for your tires do exist, so don't give up because miracles DO happen.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
And the saga continues...
In my life, there is never anything that goes smoothly and by now I am completely used to the fact that if there is something that needs to be done in my life, I should be ready for it to go horribly wrong. Case in point, I buy a car and during the test drive it runs so smooth and I feel so lucky because the guy wants to sell it for 1,950.00, I talked him down to 1,450.00 that includes 2 large sub-woofers, tweeters on the doors and tints on the windows.
Keep in mind, before I saw this car I had no idea what a sub woofer did but I learned quick when the guy who was selling me the car started blasting rap music to give me a demo and the car started shaking. Now that I have the car, I blast Dave Matthews Band and Alanis Morisette so people that pull up next to me at stoplights look over bewildered that I'm not Hispanic and there's no Reggatone but hey, I like to spice things up a little.
Anyway, the seller of the car signs the title on the wrong side and the MVD, not the DMV like on the east coast, tells me that I have to get the guy that sold me the car to come into the MVD with me and sign an affidavit that the car isn't stolen, which of course consists of me picking the guy up because he doesn't have a car and bringing him with me to the MVD. Next, I have this gorgeous townhouse that I absolutely love, they told me it was really new, I don't know what qualifies as "really new" here in AQ but the shower leaking, no water pressure in the shower for hot water, and the heat only warming the top floor of my apartment to the point where I have to shut it off because I could actually melt from the blast of heat that's being loudly flooded into the room, leads me to believe that "really new" means not so new.
I moved here for many reasons, one of the main ones being that I had to get away from the east coast because the fast paced environment was turning into chaotic anxiety for me on a daily basis. Here, on the West coast they have a "no worries" mentality and that's great, except when having to drive next to anyone that lives here. I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that there are 3 lanes all of which people drive at exactly the same speed (not ever exceeding 40 mph, even when the speed limit is 55). I get so frustrated and then I have to bring myself back to the "no worries" mentality that always reminds me I don't have to rush ANYWHERE here because time is not of the essence. However, because I'm from NJ, the state with one of the highest insurance premiums in the country, I still get really pissed that people here drive to sllllooooowwwllly.
Another thing that I've realized is that people here have a very skewed preconceived notion of what people from NJ are like. For instance, some of my colleagues think that I'm from the ghetto, there is even a few people that think I'm related to the Mafia, and although I'm Italian I unfortunately have no ties to anyone that can help me eliminate those very select few people that I would rather not exist, such as the guy that was driving 25 in a 50 the other day next to me....I'm trying to learn to Fuggedaboutit..
Keep in mind, before I saw this car I had no idea what a sub woofer did but I learned quick when the guy who was selling me the car started blasting rap music to give me a demo and the car started shaking. Now that I have the car, I blast Dave Matthews Band and Alanis Morisette so people that pull up next to me at stoplights look over bewildered that I'm not Hispanic and there's no Reggatone but hey, I like to spice things up a little.
Anyway, the seller of the car signs the title on the wrong side and the MVD, not the DMV like on the east coast, tells me that I have to get the guy that sold me the car to come into the MVD with me and sign an affidavit that the car isn't stolen, which of course consists of me picking the guy up because he doesn't have a car and bringing him with me to the MVD. Next, I have this gorgeous townhouse that I absolutely love, they told me it was really new, I don't know what qualifies as "really new" here in AQ but the shower leaking, no water pressure in the shower for hot water, and the heat only warming the top floor of my apartment to the point where I have to shut it off because I could actually melt from the blast of heat that's being loudly flooded into the room, leads me to believe that "really new" means not so new.
I moved here for many reasons, one of the main ones being that I had to get away from the east coast because the fast paced environment was turning into chaotic anxiety for me on a daily basis. Here, on the West coast they have a "no worries" mentality and that's great, except when having to drive next to anyone that lives here. I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that there are 3 lanes all of which people drive at exactly the same speed (not ever exceeding 40 mph, even when the speed limit is 55). I get so frustrated and then I have to bring myself back to the "no worries" mentality that always reminds me I don't have to rush ANYWHERE here because time is not of the essence. However, because I'm from NJ, the state with one of the highest insurance premiums in the country, I still get really pissed that people here drive to sllllooooowwwllly.
Another thing that I've realized is that people here have a very skewed preconceived notion of what people from NJ are like. For instance, some of my colleagues think that I'm from the ghetto, there is even a few people that think I'm related to the Mafia, and although I'm Italian I unfortunately have no ties to anyone that can help me eliminate those very select few people that I would rather not exist, such as the guy that was driving 25 in a 50 the other day next to me....I'm trying to learn to Fuggedaboutit..
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
No, I did not make it to the balloon festival this weekend. I answer this question because apparently, inquiring minds in Albuquerque would like to know. Apparently, the balloon festival is the only thing in the Querque worth attending and everyone gathers annually from all over to come see the hot air balloons float over the beautiful New Mexico sky. A couple of things prevented me from attending the fair, the casualties for one scared the shit out of me. Yes, the casualties, apparently a person fell out of the balloon and onto the freeway (a 100 ft. drop) which for me kind of skewed the excitement I had about flying up in one of the pretty balloons only to fall to my death (however, what a cool story it would be if you lived to tell it). Nonetheless, the balloon festivities must be saved for another weekend. I decided to stay cooped up in my house this weekend and throw myself a pity party because I am trying to learn how to stay home and relax that is something I could never accomplish while in N.J. due to the fact that there was always something to do. Someone was always going through some dramatic life crisis and needed my guidance so I ran for these people, and I really don't think that they ever truly appreciated it.
Now, there is no where to run. My life consists of work and whatever I dvr'd for the week. I used to read book after book, I think I've lost interest in things that used to motivate me and and I don't know when exactly that happend but I do know I need to rediscover those things that interest me so I can at least stop watching tv. When I lived in NJ, I complained that it was dirty and stinky and that there was nothing to do and now I am in a place that is clean, and the air is so fresh and I don't leave my town house. I NEED SOME MOTIVATION PEOPLE!
Now, there is no where to run. My life consists of work and whatever I dvr'd for the week. I used to read book after book, I think I've lost interest in things that used to motivate me and and I don't know when exactly that happend but I do know I need to rediscover those things that interest me so I can at least stop watching tv. When I lived in NJ, I complained that it was dirty and stinky and that there was nothing to do and now I am in a place that is clean, and the air is so fresh and I don't leave my town house. I NEED SOME MOTIVATION PEOPLE!
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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