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“It’s raining friends!” Three stormy day connections.
It poured. Absolutely bucketed down today! Roads flooded, traffic lights were dark – thunder BOOMED.
I arrived at the office to no power, but when I came in the door and said ‘Good Morning’ to the staff at the front desk, the power suddenly came on. “You’re welcome” I laughed – and headed to my door. Keys in hand, soaked from head to toe I stepped in to my little work world.
Internet was down – for hours and hours. You know, we truly are screwed in a ‘paperless’ environment when that happens. There were no faxes, no emails, no access to my online wholesale lending sites or my origination system. So I lit a Fall scented candle, turned on the purple Halloween lights, opened the blinds all the way and made the most of it.
SO beautiful to watch the rain from a cozy indoor spot. O.K. yes, it would have been lovelier to be watching it from my own window, in dry ‘at home’ clothes, but I’ll take the view where ever I can get it.
Ended up having three wonderful interactions today. (the upside to not being able to work at work).
Spoke to my best friend for a little while on the phone, my stomach hurt from laughing by the end of that call.
She was sharing about a dining experience at a 3 Michelin star restaurant. A 16 course tasting menu! (I think we’ve established I love to eat, but I asked her – HOW do you get through that? By plate eight, aren’t you bursting? Unless each course is in the form of an amuse bouche – which it turns out they were not).
Anyway, the couple seated next to my friend and her husband were sucking the joy right out of that expensive date.
One of them even blew their nose into the linen napkin?!? WTH? We then wondered how those napkins are cleaned – I’ll be reluctant to dab my mouth with a cloth napkin from this day forward. LOL!
Chatted with another of my favorite people on the planet on more serious matters. This is a woman who the minute I saw her – I KNEW must be my friend. She carries herself with such grace – she’s stunningly beautiful, ALWAYS of service to others and we have a LOT in common. There’s just an aura about her – I knew she would be an important part of my life the moment I laid eyes on her.
The third conversation was with a friend that made me question why life doles out what it does sometimes. She’s such a hardworking, sweet, beautiful, amazing mom/wife/soul. I adore her. She has some worries and I wish I could take them from her. I think though, that there are just some people who God knows can handle more than others. Still doesn’t seem fair.
(yes mum, I know – life’s not a fair, it’s a circus)
All in all, with only the latter part of the day affording me the opportunity to work, it was an amazingly productive day.
(Trying to remember though, did I blow the candle out before I left?!)
Morning Rain
It’s raining in the desert.
It sprinkled last night – and my son wrote this on his Facebook status:
“If tofu absorbs the flavor of what ever its cooked with, than Im going to cook it in the rain and if it tastes as half as good as it smells, Im going to dine on the gods food ;D”
It does smell amazing out there! And I love the thunder …
I sat outside while it was gently sprinkling and sipped my coffee and had such a HUGE wave of gratitude wash over me.
I was pondering recent events and appreciating the scenery and for a sudden second, KNEW all of my needs were, and would be met.
I was aware in one moment of time of how beautiful life is, how blessed I am for my friends and family and that everything is going to be alright.
Little God whisper? Maybe. Seems like a great way to start the day to me!
Good morning world! 
It’s official, I’m a prude. Next stop, dying alone in an apartment full of cats.
Shit. It’s official. I’m a prude!
Here’s how I see myself, semi-youthful, a little introspective:
However, this, is apparently how I actually am:
Today was another food day. I had just eaten my cheese and lettuce sandwich and chips, when my boss came in and asked ‘are you busy?’. Had to think – how do I answer that? Does she want to chat, then no, I’m not too busy – or should I be busy? Then yes, I’m busy. (which, I sort of was).
It turned out we, and a group of realtors, were going to lunch to celebrate two birthdays.
OK.
Prelude to prudeness: After ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ over the Cadillac Escalade I caught a ride in, (“This is so roomy!” “What’s the gas mileage on a car like this?”) we arrive at the Benihana style restaurant.
Now, I’m not sure whether he was trying to compensate for lackluster knife skills, or fancy twirling or what – but joke after joke about sex and the number 69 came tumbling out of his mouth. There were 8 of us women and 3 men. It was lunch time for crying out loud!
My eyes kept darting around the room nervously to see if there were any children dining. I was sitting next to my boss, so wasn’t even sure it was ok to giggle at the mildly amusing jokes. (They were too far and too few between to worry about that as it turned out).
Is it really appropriate to ask, “Why does Miss Piggy douche with sugar and vinegar?” while I’m capturing a sushi roll in my chopsticks??
Another lunch time gem: “Why do women smile walking down the wedding aisle? Because they know they’ve given their last blow job” (as I almost drowned on my mouthful of ice tea).
The highlight of this lunch was a co-worker who missed the punchline to one of the last and probably most vulgar jokes and loudly asked him to repeat it. (The punchline was ‘wet pussy’ – the joke was something about fishing and a wild cat falling into the water …) Of course! He’d be happy to oblige, and repeated it. OK, her asking him to repeat it was pretty funny.
But good grief!!
I didn’t even want to play the ‘catch the shrimp in the mouth toss’ – not after seeing 5 people getting pelted with sea creatures in the face and torso. (The chef seriously needs to work on his aim).
The shudder moment was when I tried to suppress a disapproving ‘tut’. I thought of my Nannie and in that shudder moment – it dawned on me ‘OMG! I’m a prude!’.
The hairy raspberry
Had a hungry day today – which happened to coincide with an office meeting next door that had a veritable buffet in the break room. I tried the ‘I’ll just take half a donut, and some fruit’ route – but that didn’t last long. Half a donut and some fruit is an appetizer really.
I traveled back for another half a donut and some more fruit.
Whilst in a sugar stupor, I stared at the raspberries on my plate and wondered “why do they have hair?”
My first thought was, ‘oh – maybe to ward off pests and small critters from nibbling them while they’re growing’. But that hardly seemed a fair hand dealt by nature for the poor, defenseless, bald blueberries on my plate!
I obsess over things like this. I do. Anything I don’t know I HAVE to know.
In a moment of quiet at my desk, I guiltily Googled ‘why do raspberries have hair?’. (A sentence I never thought I’d type).
Well! It’s to help them seed. They are the remnants of the pistils, the female portion of the flower. Big let down. I wanted them to have some really bizarre secret life or something.
I didn’t wonder anything about my sandwich or chips. Didn’t wonder much about the Raisinets I wolfed down after my initial sugar high dissipated either.
Pretty sure I’m skipping dinner.
Pity Party Permit approved! (Balloon animal artists need not apply …)
I am always grateful for what I have, I keep my detective hat handy for silver lining searching and usually feel happy and serene. I do! But after a string of bad luck, I find myself putting pressure on myself to keep my chin so far up it’s affecting me physically.
I have had a headache for three flipping days!
I don’t get headaches. But this one is turning my stomach and pinching my neck and perching in my cranium like a huge fat scratching, pecking rooster.
I already have a heart condition – my sinus node decides at time of rest to lie to my heart and tell it I’m actually jogging. (How my heart believes this, as I don’t jog, is beyond me).
Minor exertion results in feeling like I ran a marathon, and stressful situations replace my human heart with that of a captured sparrow.
So I’ve been smiling (yeah, sometimes grimacing) and counting my blessings and keeping the faith versus letting the fear in, but my body is not on the same page.
I know I’m not faking my positive attitude, so why then is my body not following?!
Just a few days ago, I actually felt so unwell I was a little concerned I might not see morning.
Not being dramatic – I was truly scared as my heart raced and my chest squeezed.
The thing about having a chronic condition is you get to know what your ‘normal’ feels like. So when a symptom rears its head that doesn’t fall into that norm, it’s quite frightening. I had already taken my medicine and I do not have insurance, so a trip to the ER was not in the cards.
I prayed, I pet my dog, I did my relaxation breathing – anything for some relief.
And I saw morning.
(Good thing I cleared that up for you eh? No one could have guessed that I made it through the night since I’m POSTING! lol).
I got to thinking though, ‘am I setting too high of a standard for myself’?
Why can’t I vent or have a mini-breakdown without feeling like I’m no longer a positive, grateful person?
I Googled crying. I learned that tears remove toxins. Crying can elevate your mood (apparently we have a manganese level and if it’s too high, crying helps lower it. Low manganese level = good). Crying lowers stress.
I’m giving myself permission to throw my body a mini-pity party from time to time.
Not a huge bash, not a wallow in it all-nighter – but a self time-out, acknowledging that maybe sometimes my body needs to ‘let it all out’.
I don’t cry easily – so maybe I can hire an arm pincher instead of a face painter?
Oh, and let there be cake! 🙂
Debauchery Soup 
