Friday, Mar. 17, 2006
Damn and Dahmer
Ten things I like about me, huh?
Just so you know, NiciM put everyone up to this, and therefore it's her fault. She pointed out that most of us complain about ourselves and our lives, citing our faults and foibles and failures, but rarely praising ourselves along the way.
Her challenge, should you choose to accept it (let's not talk about me - it was ostensibly my perogative but if I hadn't picked this up and run with it I'd have been teased mercilessly forevermore) is to list ten things you like about yourself. Or in this case, ten things I like about myself.
Sounds simple, enough, right?
*Snort* Yeah, sure. Let's see YOU do it, suckah!
In the interest of avoiding at least this round of pointing and laughing, an activity I'd prefer to confine to my real life friends for as long as possible, I'm going to do this list, in no particular order. Just don't get used to it.
- I am creative. Give me paints, paper, a piano, embroidery materials, whatever. If I don't know immediately what to do with them, it doesn't take me long to figure something out.
- I genuinely love seeing my friends, family and employees succeed, without feeling any jealousy or the need for one-upmanship.
- I am not fazed by things thrown at me from left field.
- I don't need a lot of material things to be comfortable or happy.
- I genuinely care about the people I meet, regardless of whether you are rich or poor or big or small or black or white or purple with orange polka-dots. However, if you're purple with orange polka dots, I won't promise not to ask a LOT of questions.
- I am dependable. I take responsibility very seriously and even if I am sick or otherwise would love to be elsewhere, I show up and take care of business.
- I am kind; and when I offer and give help, I truly don't expect any recompense.
- I like the age I am. My body might disagree, but considering the wisdom and perspective and physiological freedoms I've gained over the years, I have absolutely no desire to be 25 again.
- I love the ability to find beauty and joy in the small details - a glitter of crystal in an otherwise plain stone; a beautiful smile that lights up a face; the rustle of the winds in the pines... All of those small details work together to weave an extroardinary world, if we just take the time to pay attention.
Okay, now it's YOUR turn. If you haven't already done this, go for it. It's harder than you think.
The business meeting last night ended up being the latest version of the pyramid scheme, from everything I've been able to ferret out. What I found online after the meeting suggests that the company is an offshoot of Amway, which of course itself was a barely-legal pyramid. I don't know if we're going to mess with it or not. You really don't have to sell to participate, and they DO offer discounts on name-brand stuff you buy on the 'Net. You can get the discounts for a small fee or profit-sharing for a modest fee. It's presented as something akin to Costco online, only with a profit-sharing aspect and the infamous pyramid structure.
On the flipside, we won the contract with the Economic Development Corporation and will be meeting with that CEO on Monday. Once we start getting paid for all of this we should be in fairly good shape financially.
We talked yesterday to our future landlady and they're going to let us work on the place in exchange for some of our rent once we move there. We will be painting, putting in flooring, etc. I know for at least part of the place we're putting in laminate flooring, and tile in the bathroom. The place is on an unpaved road, which means the dust is omnipresent. Not the ideal house for carpeting, which is what's there now. We'll hopefully get a large rug for the living room to soften things, but overall I'll be thrilled for a floor I can damp mop, particularly after the 100 percent carpeting of the place we're currently living.
I just hope all this comes sooner, rather than later. I don't mind where we live now, but it's mighty tight quarters for two people and a dog, only maybe 500sf, if that. (I TOLD you it was tiny.) Granted, I've lived in places that were smaller - but that didn't make it any easier to take!
It's Frrrriiidaaay!! AND it's St. Patrick's Day. Top O' the morning/afternoon/evening/day after to you, depending on when you're reading this. I am mighty glad to see the weekend this week. Both MC and I are fighting colds and frankly the threat of snow sounds like a perfect excuse to stay in the house except when we have to take the dog out. And for that matter, sounds to me like time for the dog to figure out the doggy door on the porch.
Of course it won't work like that. MC is going to help with the future landlady's construction project. They're building their own home and will pay him for help, which will help all concerned. We get a little money coming in, it speeds up the process by which we can get moved, and it helps them speed up the process by which THEY can move into their new place.
I think MC was going over there today to do some of the construction stuff, so he'll likely be dead on his feet tonight and sore as heck. But he swears he wants to do this, even as miserable as he was yesterday and even with the storm coming on. It might not be so bad if they were working indoors, but the current job entails mucking around in the mud. No fun...
But I also know we're both going to crash hard if we push too much more. This week's been killer week. Hence the truly tasteless entry title.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )