Sunday, Sunday......

I am sitting here on a beautiful Sunday watching movies while I sit on my couch. I have to go to the grocery store but I am having trouble motivating myself. Last night we went to eat at Espininos (spell check?) LOVE their queso fondido. We both enjoyed the yummy mango margaritas while we plan our vacation for this year. I, of course, want to go to a tropical island , he needs golf. I am thinking of maybe staying in the U.S.. Palm Desert looks like a good option, or maybe Phoenix. We are burned out on Aruba. We need a new place to explore. Anyway mulling that around.....

The time changed last night, springing forward, I hate losing that hour. Sunday's are the worst it is so hard to enjoy them when you know Monday is right around the corner. I have Sunday phobia. I think I will get up and go to the grocery store. Ever tried soy milk? I love the stuff. You have to get Light soy milk with a vanilla flava! It's low in calories and it taste good!

Hmm I wonder.....

Part of my job requires me to spend sometimes a large amount of time sitting on my arse waiting for a physician to sign a document stating that I am leaving him "drugs". Samples, people. Today happened to be one of those unfortunate days which left me with nothing to do other than think of things to write about in my blog. Here are some of the random thoughts that passed through my mind during that HOUR wait!

If you cheat on someone will you always be a cheater?

Hmm, my boyfriend's college friend told him that he has had several affairs without his wife's knowledge, I guess it works for him. My friend Greg, once, actually several times, mentioned that he thought married people should sign a contract that would allow them to "sleep with other people" and still remain married if they chose to, because two people are not meant to be together forever.


Are one of the reasons, aside from midlife crisis, men date younger women (15 to 20 years their junior) because it gives them a sense of "taking care" of someone?

Why are Dr'.s so rude?

Do two people who are opposites have a chance of making a long term relationship work?

Do two people from different social classes have a chance of making a relationship work?

Why all the questions?

How long will it be before I can leave this uncomfortable stuffy waiting room filled with sick people.

If you are OCD about germs, do you actually contract more viruses and bacterial infections?

Why do women gain weight when they move in with their boyfriends? Why don't men lose weight when they live with their girlfriends?

Why do sneakers cost so much?

If your significant other gains weight and begins to look it do you tell them? Maybe this is why people cheat? Maybe that was a very shallow comment. hmmm

Oh time to go....

Trying to get back on

I have posted new photos and I am trying to put some thought into what I want to write about I just have writer's block. AAHHH!

Oh My God...I AM still here in the blogworld

I have disappeared from the blog world for so long I think, no I know that I have lost all my blogland friends..Hell, even I forgot my own password and sign in name!!???

I have been so busy with little to no time to write like I used to. I am now making the commitment to spend some time and pay a little attention to my blog. I, really, need to update photos here...I actually think I may look a little leaner. I guess that's what photoshop can do for you.

SO if any of you are still out there...I am working on updating photos and getting back to business. Don't give up on me yet.

~M

Weed and Weinersnitzel

Back in March, the bf and I headed to Amsertdam and then onto Cologne, Germany.
Before we headed out of the country we watched a "documentary" called "Weed", interviews with people who were going in and out of "coffee houses" in Amsterdam and yes unbeknowst to me, smoking weed, which is legal. This event was called the Cannibis Festival.

Is weed, recreational, medicinal or just for relaxation (aka getting stoned)? How about all three? Does it deaden or "relax" certain receptor sites making it both medicinal and relaxing? Does it stimulate an area in the brain which causes you to have the "pot smokin munchies"? Well, I can personally attest to one side of this, the medicinal, relaxing side. Having had another epidural shot put into my back, I needed something to help me with the pain as I prefer not to take hard core pain meds so you guessed it, for me it was medicinal.

Having come back from Amsterdam and Germany, I can honestly say most of Amsterdam is a blur, but in a good way. We visited multiple "coffeehouses" where we partook of the local "coffee" and from there it becomes like the movie "Dazed and Confused". Several truly funny things happened during our three days in Amsterdam that when I reflect upon them now, probably would not be as funny to anyone who wasn't there. Did you know that many things have weed in them, like clothes, body lotions, drinking tea and baked goods. I highly recommend the tea and then move onto cake and brownies.

What I do know now, is that when you order pepperoni pizza in Amsterdam, it IS NOT the same as in the states. Apparently it is a pizza with sliced hotdogs. (Yes, we did take a photo) Not a very good one, though.





While in Germany... we managed to master the busses, trains and the maps which neither of us could grasp easily and you know men with directions, NEVER ask. But they have one hell of a transit system, somethng we don't have here in the states.

It was a collaboration of teamwork as we both worked together to figure it out. A few "extra" train rides in the opposite direction of where we needed to go, but overall pretty smooth.

H. understood and spoke a few words in German all of which did come in hand except one night at dinner. This was the one time the menu did not have english translation for each of the entrees. The one word outside of potatoes and salad that we both understood was weinersnitzel (spelling may not be right). I expected as did he, some sort of sausage. What we received was alien looking in nature and fried. It was layed out flat, the full size of the plate, in a weird ameoba sort of way. One bite and I was out. He, however put mayonoise on it and ate away. Men, what their stomaches can tolerate.

Fuel

I think it it somewhat true, the more pain you feel may make you a better writer. In my most heart wrenching, soul searching moments I did some of my best writing, ok, maybe not the best but I was most inspired to write. Now that I am no longer in that one particular place not only do I write less, if at all, I feel so uninspired. Happiness is inspirational however it doesn't give me the same fuel that being unhappy does.

I may be putting too much pressure on myself to produce a thought provoking piece when I only started this as a journal. I have had a hard time balancing work and my personal life. I used to spend some of my down time writing now I spend it with someone. I used to spend some of my time feeling lonely now I feel loved. I haven't lost me and what I like to do, I just have shifted gears and am getting used to the new ride.

I cross the line...

(I have been somewhat remiss in posting, this is an old entry that I wrote back in January which I never posted.)




What is it about lines? As kids, we dared our enemies to "cross the line" and if they did well, they would be in for a world of hurt. At crime scenes, the tape says "do not cross the line, crime scene". At the airport you have to tunnel through an amusement park of lines to get to the next line, to get out of that line and go into another line. And just try and cross a picket line and see where that gets ya.

We always want to cross the line, why, is it because it's dangerous, mysterious, intriguing, just plain out of the norm?

But every now and then there are lines that once we cross we can never go back
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Yes, I admit it, I have crossed those lines, the ones that are "moral". I have never claimed to be perfect, okay, well, there was that one time and oh, yeah, that other time but hey, whose counting?

In my past, let me emphasize past, I had crossed those lines that morally were wrong. I knew it then but chose to sweep it under the rug, so to speak. I did this not considering what effect crossing that line would cause to not just me but others who would be affected by my actions.

I confess this now because I have resolved within myself these "conflicts", which I felt were "morally" wrong then and ever so much now. Nothing good comes out of anything bad and believe me nothing good came out of any of them. It appears as if I did so many things "morally" wrong, which is not the case. The question I asked myself then and now, "why did I cross the line?"

Rather that digging into the crevice where those answers lie, let's just call "a spade a spade", or as I like to say, "a spade a heart", (one of my many quirky phrases that only the bf understands) .

So as we go about life making decisions, personal and or professional in nature... just remember to pick and choose very carefully which lines you are willing to cross