OMG! That’s my favorite song

Remember going to the after school dance in middle school? Every song that the DJ would play was a favorite song of one of my friends. We’d squeal with over-excitement as if the actual singer was live, performing the song. I loved those moments. Music has always had an impact on me. My mom listened to current popular music and my dad listened to oldies so I had a pretty good span of appreciation for all types of music. I always loved to perform and would reenact my favorite songs for my “audience.” I sang in choir and loved to karaoke. But the biggest impact music has made for me is how it makes me feel. Nothing is better than listening to a song with lyrics that are saying exactly what you feel. There are a few songs that no matter what mood I’m in or where I’m at, I will stop what I’m doing and blast them. These songs will always trump whatever else is on the radio – when channel surfing, I stop on these songs, basically. These are timeless songs and all have a different love from me. They don’t necessarily have a “meaning.” I just love them. Still. In no particular order, here they come.

1. “Glycerine” – Bush

2. “Hallelujah” – Leonard Cohen is the original artist but I prefer Rufus Wainwright’s version.

3. “What Hurts the Most” -Rascal Flatts

4. “The Way You Make Me Feel” – Michael Jackson

5. “Swing” – Savage

6. “Forever” – Ben Harper

7. “Get Buck in Here” – DJ Felli Fel, Akon, Diddy, Ludacris & Lil’ Jon

8. “You Raise Me Up” – Josh Groban

9. “Let’s Get Married” – Jagged Edge ft. Reverend Run

10. “American Girl” – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Like I said, I have an appreciation for all types of music. And these aren’t the only songs I like. These are just my favorite. When I hear them, I stop what I’m doing and rock out, sing along, close my eyes, dance or simply just listen. What are some of your favorite songs to listen to? Why is it a favorite song? I have other songs I love to sing karaoke to. They are listed above. I’ll save that list for another day.

-h.

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Driving 101

I think I drive better than everyone else on the road. There, I said it. At least I’m honest. I take after my father. I have the worst road rage if you get in my way. Whether it’s a short distance to the grocery store or a dreaded hour plus commute to Seattle, I take note of every other driver’s horrible habits. I’m going to lay ’em all out. It’ll make me feel better. Reader beware…

Let’s start with the blinker. It’s the little stick attached to the steering wheel. The steering wheel is – just kidding. I’m not that crazed. But it’s clear to me that most drivers do not know what or where their blinker is. I feel psychic – like I can sense when someone is about to come into my lane, turn in front of me or swerve completely out of left field to their exit across my pathway – all without a blinker to signify that they are about to do such a thing. I swear if I had telekinetic powers, I would break that blinker off and shove it up the next idiot driver’s dark abyss that didn’t use it.

Goldie Locks of speed. You know the kind. They speed up, they slow down, they speed up, and they don’t even use their brakes. Don’t worry, I’ll get to the “ride-the-shit-out-of-your-brakes” offender in just a bit. This just happened to me today (it happens to me everyday but today was obnoxiously worse.) I set my cruise control at any chance I get. I wish more drivers would. It would help keep traffic flowing. Frankly, I expect we’d all get to our destinations faster. But no, we have Goldie Lock on the road. So, this morning I merge onto the freeway (using my blinker mind you) and I find a nice rhythm into the flow of traffic and set my speed. I typically pick the second from the carpool lane. Oh, and once I pick a lane – I stay there unless there is just cause to pass someone. Listening to my favorite tunes, focusing on the commute ahead. Then along comes that bitch, Goldie Locks, screwing up my rhythm AND the flow of traffic. There goes my cruise control. Now we’re all over the speedometer map. Not to mention, guzzling up my gas.  And wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I get the nerve to pass her, she speeds up like a rocket ship heading to outer space. One thing my dad has tried to teach me is to not to allow other drivers to control my driving. I have failed at this lesson miserably. Especially thanks to Goldie Locks.

Ride-the-shit-out-of-your-brakes driver. You’re not one of us. You are trying to cause an accident. I just know it. Remember, I’m psychic. You should not be allowed to have your license. Clearly, you are not cut out for driving since all you’re doing is braking. And you, like your friend Goldie Locks, eat my gas up! You need to learn to like your gas pedal – it won’t hurt you. I promise. What will hurt you is my large SUV ramming up your tailgate when you brake for no apparent reason!

And we can’t leave out the driver who waits to the last-minute to merge. This is my biggest pet peeve on the road. I can not stand someone who thinks they are better than others. (I know, I’m a hypocrite. I say from the beginning that I think I’m a better driver than everyone else.) I can’t help it. At least I don’t feel like I’m entitled unlike these other idiots. They think they deserve to get ahead of the rest of us who have obeyed the traffic signs and merged miles ago when we first saw the sign. These morons are the reason for the back up on I5. I wish I could squeeze them off the road like a pimple. Pop those little suckers! On a side note, one time while riding passenger, I witnessed a guy try to do that. I don’t recommend it. A major accident almost occurred involving the car I was in along with several other vehicles. So, I just scold them in my car and let ’em have it. But really, what do they get out of it? A few car spaces ahead of the rest of us. Which really isn’t that beneficial because in Washington no one knows how to merge.

Oh, the merger. I laugh at this. I think Washingtonians can’t merge properly because we’re too nice. We want everyone to go first. If we just grew a pair and merged at the posted speed limit, we’d be just fine. But we’re so cautious and afraid of the no blinker, Goldie locking, ride-the-shit-out-of-your-brakes while waiting till the last-minute to merge driver. Which I guess I can’t blame the merger for.

To sum it up, pay attention drivers. Use your blinkers. Set  your cruise control. Obey the speed limit (which in my opinion is 5 over.) Avoid overuse of your brakes and merge while maintaining the speed limit well before your lane runs out.

-h.

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The cat will eat horribly when the mouse is away

The boyfriend layer. We’ve all experienced it. If you haven’t – I hate you. Not really, but I do envy you. You start dating someone new. You eat out all the time. All your dates consist around food. So you put on a few pounds. But who cares?! You’re not single anymore. There is no one to impress. Your man loves you just the way you are.  Occasionally you’ll both attempt to get back into shape. To be the person – body – you were when you first started dating. You’ll look through your Facebook photos and wonder what happened. Typically, he’ll lose 20 lbs like that! And you’ll lose your boobs. Not so hot. But then, you do eventually find a routine that works. You start eating better. Your boyfriend will humor you and play along with your “eating healthy meals”. You even find a workout that works for you. Pre-boyfriend body is just around the corner.

This is my life as of the last 5 months. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 3 years. It’s funny because I didn’t think I was in that great of shape when we started dating. But then I look back at photos from our first dates and I would give up the winning lotto tickets to have that body back. Recently, we started to improve our eating habits and workout. I did really well in the beginning. Thanksgiving. I gave up pop, coffee & alcohol right off the bat. Dropped 10 lbs. Hallelujah! Did a cleanse. Lost a few more pounds. Bought a detox wrap -shed quite a few inches. Started working out with a personal trainer and felt like a new woman. I was on the road to hot bod. Then my trainer moves. Bummer! Working out falls off my radar. No big deal, I’ll figure out a new routine. So, I keep eating healthy. I am feeling better and seeing results.

Insert boyfriend leaves for work. 2 months. Aside from the “eating your feelings” we go on vacation before he leaves. Goodbye healthy diet. Hello, coffee, pop & fast food. Still no alcohol – I can at least feel good about that. 🙂 No big deal I tell myself. I’m on vacation. I’ll eat well again when we get back home. Yah right. We come home and it’s eating out every meal just like we did when we first started dating. He’s leaving for 2 months. We have got to date it up! Again, I tell myself – no big deal. I’ll go grocery shopping when he leaves and start eating healthy again. It’ll be easier because I can get whatever I want and not worry about cooking something he won’t eat. Wrong! So far all I have eaten is junk food. I am a hot mess people! I haven’t cooked a meal at home because it’s impossible to cook a meal for 1. No cookbook tells you how to scale a meal down to a 1 person serving. I’m going to be a whale by the time he comes home. And you wanna know what makes matters worse?! He’s got access to a gym in his hotel for free. You want to guess what he’s doing in his free time?! That’s right, working out. I’m going to pick up super hot stud from the airport looking like… well, not hot.

I need an intervention people. So, tomorrow is the day. No more “no big deals.” I am whipping my ass back into shape. I meet with a new personal trainer on the day after tomorrow and I cannot have fast food, junk food, pop or coffee in my system or I will die. Trust me, either his workout will kill me or he will when I tell him what I’ve been putting into my body. Nice guy but he means business. Which is fine by me because I need a swift kick in the ass to get back into shape. Wish me luck.

-h.

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When One Door Opens

Manners. They are hard to come by. I blame the separation of discipline from school. Teachers aren’t allowed to punish their students when they misbehave. I disagree. If you don’t have manners, it should be corrected. Immediately. From the start of your learning experience. It seems like as we get older, the more we lose our manners. So, if you didn’t have any to begin with. You’re screwed – scratch that. The rest of us are screwed.

It’s so simple to me. Doors in public. A door for an elevator. A door into or out of building. A door to a car. You get anywhere by going through a door. Plenty of opportunity to make an impact on the rest of the world you come in contact with through a door. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves when someone doesn’t hold a door open for the next person. Even more of a pet peeve, not saying thank you. Another annoyance with the door dilemma – not letting someone through the door when exiting a building, elevator, bus, plane, or train – you get the picture. It’s as if people are walking around with their eyes wide shut and only seeing an entrance to the next destination without seeing that others may be coming from the other side. I witness it daily while going from home to work to errands to work to home again. It boils my blood. I want to smack some sense of manners into each person I encounter that is guilty of said annoyance. Look up! Pay attention people. You’d be walking into a door if some polite stranger hadn’t held the door open for you. The least you can do is say, “thank you!” If that’s too much to ask, maybe at least a polite head nod and smile. But no. We carry along without any manners. Pushing people out of our way to get on to the bus before the others that have been waiting before us – not giving those that need to exit the bus an opportunity to do so. We jump on an elevator causing a domino effect of shimmying up against strangers so those that needed to exit on the lobby floor can. What are we afraid of? Spreading politeness? Last I checked that’s not a bad thing. And what do we accomplish by not displaying manners in public? That we’re better than everyone else? I don’t think so. To me, you show me that you’re a self-absorbed moron.

Some would argue that there are stipulations to holding the door open for someone else. “Polite distances.” I get it. It can be awkward at times. You feel the need to run ahead when someone holds the door open for you. Or you feel like you’re applying pressure to those following behind you to hustle up as you hold the door open for them. Point is – you’re being polite. You’re attempting to at least show a sign of human decency. Manners are displayed for this brief moment – despite any awkwardness. At least try. It’s been my experience, that no one has ever slowed down to deliberately avoid having the door help open for them.  Or mumbled any slander towards me under their breath.  Another drawback I believe people are afraid of – being the permanent door stop. I am a victim of this all the time. A crowd is exiting and I hold the door open. Then the person behind me doesn’t stick an arm out to hold the door open for the person behind them. What am I going to do? Let the door hit the following people out their way out? Certainly not. So I stand their, as an unpaid doorman. Which is fine by me. I’d rather that than be a hypocrite to my own pet peeve and not hold the door open for someone else.  And what do I lose? A few minutes -tops. Sometimes, I lose more – My patience. I loose my patience when people just walk right on through without saying thank you or nodding in appreciation. I’m doing you a favor.

Manners come down to this: The golden rule.  Not that kind. The rule that you learned (or should have learned) growing up. Treat others as you want to be treated. You want someone to hold the door open for you. Let you off the elevator before they get in. Allow you to get off the bus before they step on. So you do these things in hopes that others will take notice and start to do the same. Then it takes me back to the lesson of not doing things for reciprocation of applause or recognition – or even to have it done in return to you. We should be polite and do random acts of kindness just because. And because not slamming the door in the sweet elderly lady’s face and she exits the building after you is the right thing to do.

-h.

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Getting up to speed

Simple is not really my style. I’m a very detailed oriented person. Let me warn you now, I’m long winded = I talk a lot. I need to recap every detail in order to tell a story. Reader beware 😉

In the last year, I’ve changed careers – went from a 5 minute commute to a 60+ minute adventure to work. I’ve learned that I really don’t know much about anything. It’s time to start pushing myself. I jumped from the corporate world to the awesome start up tech industry. You know those people who love what they do for a living? You know the kind – they don’t consider their job “work” because they are getting paid to do something they love. I’m one of them now.

I have a lot on my mind. Generally, I try to be a nice person – this doesn’t always work out to my advantage. But being positive is a goal of mine as of late. So I try. Since I wear my heart on my sleeve, it’s very easy for someone (who’s paying attention) to know what I’m thinking. Thanks to my dad, I flare my nostrils when I’m irritated, stressed, annoyed, frustrated, and mad. It’s not my fault. I have really high expectations of how people should treat others; especially in customer service. It’s really easy for people to let me down. I’m working on it. I know the world’s not fair but I still get really upset if something unfair happens. For example, the other day while riding the bus home from work I was asked to move out of my seat because they had to let a disabled man on. Now before I get too ahead of myself let me set the record straight. I never (and I mean never) sit in the row marked for the senior citizens or disabled passengers. This time was no different which is why I was a little shocked when the bus driver told me to move too. But I did. That’s the right thing to do. Well, after the driver moved the rows to clear the way for the wheelchair, she realized she didn’t need my row after all. As I began to ask if I could have my seat back, the woman – the snobby, stuck up woman who sat in the row designated for the senior citizens or persons with disabilities, with her purse on the seat next to her so no one could sit beside her – jacked MY seat! Just like that. She took my comfy, already warm, and contoured to my butt seat. I was shocked. I gasped! Awww 😦 that was my seat. Now instead of having one of my favorite seats (toward the front & next to the window) I’m forced to sit next to someone who clearly didn’t want to share her row either. I’m towards the middle, in an aisle seat, and hanging over the side with the arm rest up my butt. Immediately I was feeling sorry for myself. This isn’t fair! I was thinking out all the different ways I could get my seat back. Or how I should have objected to the bus driver in the first place. My row wasn’t marked for senior citizens or disabled people, so why should I move? But no. I sat there, uncomfortably, telling myself to get over myself. Here I am, upset because I’m not in my “favorite” seat and the man across the aisle from me is in a wheelchair. How much more self-centered can I be?!  I choked down my pride and returned to the book I was reading.

Back on track… work and my commuting experience are not all that define me. But here is a good place to start. I spend about 10 hours a week commuting, more than some and less than most I’m sure. And about an average of 45 hours at work.  That’s a good enough reason for me. I’ll try for more entertainment in the next post.

h.

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