iron woman

rule#1: wow. do NOT drink and blog.
rule#2: but don't be too hard on yourself. that was hilarious to find! (deleted, yo).

in unrelated news: self-sufficiency may NOT be the entire point of life as I know it.

that's really going to put a kink in my costume.

kinda built the whole persona on the ability to have it figured out already. or at least be ABLE to figure it out. find the problem, ask a buncha questions to experts, devise a solution, implement it....I know the drill well.

but quite unsolvable and quite all up in my business lately: emotions & feelings.

blurg.

I heard from a friend that his wife was like, "nah. i'm not interested in going any more in-depth about my actions, reactions, emotions and the like." nice. know your boundaries, I guess.

but see me, I like a good problem. I like a good puzzle. I LOVE to get to the bottom of things.....so ima quite sure i'll stick with this. maybe I don't have the tools yet or the skills or the know-how...but I think that's exactly it. I can't go to pete's shelf in the garage and find something what'll do the job...this is just way different territory than I am used to.

navigate thyself.

and then go eat lunch on the lawn, cause summer goes fast, kids!

phleghmbot

google wants to help people find my blog. little does it know i have no intention of pulling a zuckerberg and going public. s'alright though. it's just trying to help. it. faceless, nameless one. google.

pete might have seen the hobbit tonite! but i think neither one of us wants to chance that the other is in bed so we aren't contacting. i love us.

sometimes.

especially when we aren't phleghmbots! nikster coughed in our faces for christmas so he got sick first and then i caught it nye. happy holidaze. two weeks and out - can't complain too much. i am still haunted by the linger spring cough of 2012. linger is the wrong verb. it was incessant and relentless and persistant and psychologically damaging. i am so weak-minded. i have no idea how i'd endure anything more harsh than that "cold."

interesting article today about frankl. meaning vs happiness. i think we can all be pretty sure of ourselves when we agree i have 99% happiness and 1% meaning. ouch. but honestly. these are things i am ready to tackle at 35. 35 alive! tackle and master? no, life is slower than that. just chip away at.

ready, set, go

i just got a little discouraged while doing a search for a literary agent. and then i was like maybe you should write the book first. right. write.

new tactic - consolidation. i keep thinking about this tactic, but not really taking action. and by not really taking action, i mean buying three more places to write things down. holy moses, kid. get a grip.

so if shit doesn't hit the fan and the dear mayans in all their wisdom didn't really mean for the world to end, i am going to label 2013 as the year to bring it tagetha. 2012 was wake up. one year was deliberate.

but as with so many things in my life - they don't stick. ideas, themes, mantras, intentions. i just talked to dad about this the other day: the builders in my life (lots) have so much experience seeing it through. knowing that you have to start somewhere to get anywhere. understanding that it's quite possible you will have to take many many steps backwards to go forwards again. and that it's not about the end result, but the process. though the end result has got to feel good. i don't think i've undertaken anything that requires any semblance of tedium, complexity or patience. if i can't complete it in 30 minutes, why start it? and if it takes any longer, why finish it?

there is a slowing down that i'd like to see. i can ponder thoughts and write out diatribes and be hilarious and craft the sound...but to what end? i laugh a LOT when i reread. and i love that. i love not even remembering having that thought but feeling like i know that person who wrote that. maybe just because of the handwriting sometimes - cause i swear some of those thoughts - i'm not sure i'd have them the same way twice.

here is where i make short statements. here is where i plant seeds. there isn't much here, but how does my garden grow? never that great.

so 2013: i'm gonna try. i have a least a backpack full of paper products and 1gb worth of electronic ones. i am so wintry mixed on how to tackle this. part of me wants to go retro and not trust a cloud or a hard drive. and part of me knows i can type faster and craft better on this thing. so. i think there will have to be a meeting of the minds on this. put out some options, come up with a plan, and just run with it. i think you can trust things you think you can't. and i think you will feel so much better if you commit to this in a way you've wanted to for seven years. please don't let another year go by where you did nothing. this is a perfect chance. BANG!

condemn nations

i am not going to say sorry. i am not going to feel bad. it's just not worth it. i've been writing in that white journal since october twenty something and that's just that. i have shit written in 85 million places and i have finally acknowledged here and in my head and in my little black book that i need to consolidate.

i hate it when people apologize unnecessarily anyway. i'm SORRY. no. you aren't. and also, you shouldn't be. just don't be a dick and you're fine. i am not going to get all up in your grill about not picking a candy bar fast enough. but i think we've had this talk before.

the cyber world is giving me a cyber headache. passwords, usernames, roboform to the rescue? skydrive, google apps, skype...be boo bah boo be bo beep. mci commercial? from the 80s? uncertain. i think it goes with bone-oh-lock-a-peek-eye? noises i can't get out of my head.

and in conclusion....we're 12 weeks in and what do i have to show for it? a mastery of the expense report, more notes in more places, two new pals from texas and a semi-reasonable wardrobe. what ELSE do i have?

oh lots. i thought we weren't condemning the nations of rachel's life.

ideal

so yeah i think we can all agree that this couldn't be more ideal. i can walk to work, movies, a grocery store, cupcake store, thai joint, bbq place, bed, bath and beyond and kohls. what more commerce could a girl possibly need? none. and i haven't even mentioned the running paths, golf course "fore!" or sweet rental bikes nearby. the texans are mint and i think if i can hold my own and contribute....things couldn't be more ideal. that said, i am laying in a queen bed by myself with my ipad typing a blog no one reads. so i have some work to do. makeaplan.com.

husking corn

who doesn't love sweet corn? i mean honestly. it's delicious and fun to prepare for the pot. one time, i was back in the hometown neckathawoods with my mom and we drove down a low maintenance field road to pick some corn my uncle had grown. we were smart enough to know it was too wet and muddy to make it, but my blind grampa convinced us we could plow ahead and get us some loot! a half mile in, we were stuck hard. instead of sweet gold, my mom and i got carpal tunnel from trying to dig mud out of the wheel wells! ridiculous.

nebraska is a state in the union! have you ever thought of THAT? no. cause honestly, nebraska? i can't say that it was anywhere on the atc screen. not a blip. but these people are friendly, the weather is nice and the airport still has free wifi! crazy.

i took a new job. i up and left my 7 year comfort cube and rolled on out. taking down, packing up, moving on....it is so surreal to look back on. i knew i wanted a change but that's a whole different thing than actually doing it. but i am a good rider. ride the wave while it's high but also while it's taking me somewhere new. just ride til i can't hang on anymore. which might be happening soon at the old abode.

my partner in crime isn't doing well. he's wanted us to connect more but instead of carpooling to my new job, i got put on a project that takes me away 3 nights a week. but pretty much four b/c i don't get home til 9pm on thursdays. i am not sure how to recover. i need to appreciate his feelings. but i also just love my family so they get some time built in. so does he, but he doesn't seem to think so. i am going to write on it some more and ponder the thoughts and we'll see what i can come up with. but first: a milano and a perrier. booya cum laude on the expense report, yo.

blues traveler is not a crime

really? it maybe should be.
john cougar is definitely a crime. we can agree upon that.