Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
So, why do a couple of deer send me into a crazed driving frenzy that mirror the skills of a new student driver? Because I'm a city girl and don't get to see free roaming wildlife, unless you count rats and pigeons as wildlife? I was taught to appreciate all of nature at a young age (except for maybe rats and pigeons) and was happily surprised to see the deer just outside of my place of work. Life's too short to just keep driving, sometimes you have to stop and smell the...well...take photos.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
I have big ideas, and big thoughts, and sometimes my enthusiasm for them get me into situations where I need to back up what I say, think or do. Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it proved to be nerve wracking for me this past weekend. Example? I got invited to call in to a radio station today to promote my "Run for the Cheetah" fund-raising event. While I found this to be a huge opportunity, I have to admit, I had a 48 hour case of stage-fright wondering how this would play out.
To back track a bit, I am half way to my $1,000 fundraising goal to save the cheetah and have just under a month to complete the task. Out of fear of not reaching my goal, I'm getting pretty bold as to who I'm asking for help and reached out to one of the race's sponsors, that sponsor being 104.3 K-Hits radio station, playing the best of the 60's, 70's and 80's! I thought nothing of posting a comment on the radio's Facebook page, I thought nothing of giving myself a shameless plug, and I thought nothing of asking them for help but I never thought I'd be requested to call into the radio station and speak live, on the air! As I read the invite my jaw dropped in excitement (OK it was more like shock).
I played out the phone call in my head over and over, and how smooth I might (or might not) be on the radio. I doubled up on my cheetah information just in case the DJ tried to throw me a curve ball, but my boyfriend assured me, having worked in radio, that the DJ would more than likely coach me on how the call would go before putting me on the air. Feeling semi-prepared, I decided I would call in at 5:00pm. 5:00pm came and went and I was still sitting on the couch trying to muster the nerve to call. I reviewed my information again and again to make sure I had the radio station information correct, that my cheetah facts were accurate and that I would at least seem to know what it was that I was going to be talking about.
Finally at 5:36pm my fingers nervously dialed. As the phone continued to ring, I hoped for voicemail, or that whatever line I was calling would check their caller ID and call me back. That way, I could say I called and tried, yet wouldn't have to really face any of my fears or nerves. Hello, it's a radio station Lynn! There is no voicemail, and just as I thought that, someone picked up. As I couldn't hear the beginning of the person's intro who picked up the phone, I asked for Bo Reynolds the DJ. The person speaking quickly identified himself as Bo, and said, "Hang on, let me do the weather first". Umm, yeah, I just called the radio station and asked for the DJ as if I was calling a girlfriend. It was only while I was on hold listening to the weather that it dawned on me that everyone listening across the state of IL could hear me! Thank goodness I couldn't hear myself!
Bo graciously picked back up and told me to speak up and tell him and the listeners why I was calling. I did. I spouted off race day event details, website information, my name and how to donate and it wasn't until he asked, "So why should we care about something half the world away?", that I got nervous. My voice cracked and I went through my cheetah fact list and their projected extinction rate, and although I had the information correct I can only hope my nerves didn't over power my cause. Bo went over the details again for the listeners and wished me luck, and asked me to keep him posted on the outcome. Somehow, I think I'll email the radio station for that update versus calling in again!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tired of hearing the same spiel about his superior product, I finally set intimidation aside and questioned him about the quality of the ingredients in his product, as corn and by-products are not something I choose to feed my pets. Of course, in true salesman form, he had an explanation for both and honestly, good for him. That means he's well versed on his product and believes in it, but his explanations did nothing to convince me to switch my pets' food. Hopefully, knowing I'm an educated consumer and that I have my mind made up about what I choose to feed my pets will help him to leave me alone in the future!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Teach them to fish and they will eat for a lifetime."
Typically I am overly helpful to my "customers" and do not only do my job, but theirs as well. I figure things will roll more smoothly and get accomplished in a much more timely fashion if I just do them myself. I can assume, thinking about this subject as I type this, that part of this behavior is me wanting to be in control, and part of it is me just wanting to get things done. Unfortunately, this behavior has led many people to take advantage of my willingness to help, and doesn't allow me to get my own work done.
Despite fearing being not liked, or being "suddenly uncooperative", when asked to create a contract today, I pushed back and said no. I explained to my "customer" how they could create the document themselves, and then signed off. In my head, despite feeling guilty, I kept telling myself, "I have to teach them how to fish...". Later, I was pleasantly surprised to read a thank you email from my customer and that also, she had happily created the paperwork she needed. Hopefully this is the start of getting my desk back in order instead of it looking like a mass grave where trees have come to die and turn into folders and paperwork.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Out of fear of pure sloppiness, I tend to shy away from things like sewing (can't cut two patterns the same size if my life depended on it), model building (I will slop glue all over), and please don't ask me to paint anything unless you want something reminiscent of a Jackson Pollock. And what's worse, the longer I take and the harder I try to perfect my projects, the worse my works become!
In efforts to counter attack this problem, I've decided to sign up for a beading/jewelry making class at Caravan Beads in Chicago. Hopefully any imperfect craftsmanship will be seen as unique artistic design! I am starting small with a simple wire and bead earring making class, and hope not to see any red comments on my projects stating "C+ Great design, poor craftsmanship!".
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Despite missing individual signals in our conversation, I got the bigger picture that one of her dogs chews everything and that she was looking for a non-chewable food dish, and water bottle. I was able to point out some items that should help her out at home. As we parted ways, I gave one of the few signs I know, "thank you", and walked away. This encounter let me know that my passion for ASL is still strong, and I can't wait to take sign classes and learn how to really communicate with her. Spring lessons start March 29th, and Summer sessions starts in July - wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Who knew you could negotiate rent?! Despite fear, I cautiously called my rental agency and asked if the proposed rent increase was "set in stone", or if there room for discussion (see post "Day 74 - Moving?"). Kristine was more then happy to work with me and asked what type of increase I would be comfortable with. "Well none really", I replied, figuring why not go for broke! She continued to discuss the situation with me, and said she'd give me a call back after speaking with management.
Later, I happily listened to my voicemail wherein Kristine stated her company's counter offer was a 1% increase, or basically $10.00 per month, and that she would give me back my pre-paid rent, essentially making the month of May a "free" rent month! I can dig it! I am super excited that I don't have to deal with moving right now and that I can stay put for at least another year. Moreso, I am thankful that I set fear aside, and just asked the questions I did - what a great result!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Rochelle, my bubbly consultant, was amazingly fun and professional. She immediately found me garments that fit and explained how a bra should feel and fit. Wow, what a difference! Despite having blown my bra-budget on recent veterinary bills, I still had fun and felt very confident leaving the store that I will be able to return and purchase the life changing items I fell in love with. I can't wait!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Today was the St. Paddy's Day 5K run/walk event which is the third event of my monthly challenge. I really would have rather slept in, all snuggled up warm in my bed, but at the last minute I threw on some clothes and headed out in the drizzle. As I hailed a cab to head to Lincoln Park I wasn't the least bit excited to do yet another event, alone. I had a lot on my mind, and admittedly am a bit in the dumps about the well being of my cat (see "Tird" post). Despite mood and lack of motivation, I planned on finishing what I started.
As I walked about the sea of people in green waiting to start the race, I stumbled upon two women and thought I had nothing to lose by striking up a conversation with them so I did just that. "Have you guys participated in this race before?", I asked. And the rest was history. It was as if I had known Shelly, Jodi and Tom (who joined us later) for years. The conversation flowed between the four of us throughout the race and ended with beer and bananas for breakfast (post race carb-loading).
By forcing myself out of the house and rejecting an invitation for one to my own pity party, I met some really great people. I was thankful that our paths crossed and the conversation made for a quick 5K. I left the post race festivities with hugs and an email address to keep in touch with my new friends. I hope we can do more events like this in the future, together.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
- I See You! -
I had to take my cat, Tird, to the vet for unexplained facial tics or tremors, I'm not quite sure how to explain what's going on with him unless you actually see it. But I was very afraid to confront a diagnosis as I don't believe this is a good sign in his advancing age. Despite a near, $400 vet visit, I'm still left with no comfort or real diagnosis. Of course, in my vet's defense, I am still waiting on one additional blood test, at a cost of another $100, that may or may not explain my concerns. Other then the facial tics, my kid is in great health.
Despite being overly stressed and worried, it's always fun to take Tird to the vet as the receptionist, assistants and vet assume that either I'm bringing in a stool sample (turd), or that there must be type-o on the paperwork. It's always the same as they review their appointment book, they look up with a puzzled face searching the lobby for an animal that looks tired. They then, in embarrassment, call out, "Tired?" and I correct them and say, "No, it really is Tird". In response, they look at me even more oddly as they internally question why someone would name a beloved pet Tird. It's then that I feel obligated to share the story of how Tird got his name.
When I adopted him, my cat's name was Cowboy. I had no intention of changing it, despite not really caring for it. As he was my first cat, I had no idea what type of feline antics I was in for. Totally unprepared for behaviors such as a cat jumping off the sofa, launching himself into my fake tree, subsequently knocking it over and then running down the hallway in what I'm sure was laughter I would yell things like, "Stop it you little shit!". The same phrase was repeated when I invited a date inside, only to find that Cowboy had taken my dirty under garments out of my laundry basket and strewn them about the living room floor for my visitor to see upon arrival.
I'm sure it was around the time my tennis shoes became play things, and got dragged down the hallway by their laces that I thought yelling the word "shit" was inappropriate and changed my explicative to, "Stop it you little turd!". Believing turd was a bit softer on the ears, I continued to shout it out as Cowboy did such things as knocking over my cage of pet mice and setting them free in the apartment (it took two days to find them all). And I'm pretty sure the word turd was yelled when I found my new glasses had to be replaced as I found teeth marks and piercings in them as someone seemed to use them as a personal chew toy. As the ridiculous behaviors continued, so did the name calling.
It wasn't until my roommate at the time either called me a turd (for acting like one) or said the word turd for some reason that I can't remember, that Cowboy came running over to her. It was at that point we both realized, the cat thought his name was Turd. Continuing to call him Cowboy was futile as he never responded to it again. To make myself feel better about such an odd name, I believed if I spelled the foul word with an "i" instead of a "u" it some how made the word less offensive.
As if on que as I typed this blog, Tird decided to get a grocery bag full of garbage stuck on his head that I had forgotten to tie up and toss out earlier. He then proceeded to zoom around the apartment with the evil bag chasing him, making sure to emtpy all of it's contents onto the kitchen, dining room, living room and bedroom floor - what a mess! In the heat of the moment and out of utter frustration watching the disaster unfold, I yelled, "Stop it you asshole!!!". As I finish this post, I realize I really better watch what I say or I'll be re-naming my cat something worse then his current name! Anyone have a bar of soap I can wash my mouth out with?
Friday, March 18, 2011
- Car Wash -
To this day, I am not a big fan of the automated car wash and prefer having my car hand washed. But as winter snow and salt have taken it's toll on my car, I felt the need to get my car washed as quickly and conveniently as possible. As I paid the extra money at the gas pump to get the offered car wash, I pondered the thoughts of the rotating brushes spinning right through my windshield but didn't let that deter my purchase. With receipt in hand, and after having filled my gas tank, I drove over to the automated track of the on site car wash and let the suds begin! As my car rolled along the track, the brushes slapped my car as if to beat it into submission. I must admit, I got a slight adrenaline rush as I heard the "thump, thump, thump" of the brushes against the car. My car progressed slowly and as the brushes parted ways, I was happy to see daylight at the end of the service bay and coasted to freedom. Flood and disaster averted, clean car achieved!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I think I took half a sip of the neon green, semi solid beverage and my taste buds voted an immediate "no". I took another taste and couldn't convince myself to drink anymore. I stowed the shake in the freezer in hopes it would be consumed by the visiting boyfriend, but alas, he didn't want it either. Maybe if I keep it in there long enough, I can auction it off on E-bay to a desperate Shamrock shake fan who can't wait until their return next year. Fear of the unknown conquered, and let it be known, from now on I'm sticking with chocolate!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
My dad is probably the person who got me stuck on quotes. It seems he had a quote for almost any situation, whether I wanted to hear the advice they held or not. He was fond of quoting Dale Carnegie and Franklin Roosevelt, but most of all the Bible. There were many times as a "strong willed" child that I didn't want to be reminded of the good I should be doing by being advised to read certain scriptures or to have them verbally spouted off to me. The Bible played a huge part in my dad's life, as well as my upbringing.
My dad left this world on 3/16 and what I find ironic is, that one of my dad's most repeated scriptures was John 3:16, reminding me and our family of God's great sacrifice. Of course, my father would probably be delighted I've made this connection, knowing he can still "force" me to refer to the Bible even today.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
- White Cheek Gibbon, "Caruso": Hand & Feet Study -
I went to the zoo today to participate in a Wildlife Sketching Seminar that I had previously signed up for. Once I arrived at the zoo, I quickly made my way to the auditorium and met the other participants as well as the instructor. A quick overview of the agenda let me know that we'd be walking through the different monkey and ape houses to sketch, beginning with gestural drawings. Gesture drawings are quick, linear sketches that capture the over all movement and outline of your subjects with little to no details included. Gestural drawings are done, usually in under 60 seconds. Because I am an anal retentive, detail oriented illustrator, I think gesture is my least favorite type of drawing as it doesn't allow for perfection. Despite my immediate reservations and fear of imperfect work, I agreed internally to make the best of my drawing time.
After our introduction and agenda overview, we were led around the zoo by the artist/instructor, as well as a zoo employee. The nice thing about this was that the instructor offered drawing critiques and instruction along the way while the employee, Christina, offered animal details and background information about each group of primates we visited. While most of my drawings look like scribbles, barely capturing the movement of swinging animals, at one point a subject sat still long enough to do a bit more of an in depth drawing. That subject was Caruso.
Caruso as I learned, was a White Cheeked Gibbon that was once abused as a pet. Once acquired by the zoo, he was returned to health and was found to be quite a little attention hog. This was apparent by his need to press himself up against the glass so he could surely be seen by all. Additionally, he would get quite upset and bang on the glass any time someone walked away from him. In between outbursts, Caruso would suck his thumb (which we found to be a Caruso habit, and not one typical of Gibbons) and press his feet against the glass. This gave me a few minutes to draw and sketch some of the details of his wrinkly hands and feet. It was my favorite drawing, and Caruso was the animal I connected with the most.
We eventually moved on to snoozing Chimpanzees, Gorillas who were oddly enough chasing rabbits that had somehow gotten into their outdoor enclosure, and then the big cats. After three hours of being on my feet, I was a bit tuckered out and not motivated to draw many of the felines. Winding down, the group shared our best works and critiqued each other's drawings before walking back to the auditorium for our wrap up and disbanding. As I headed home I reminisced about the animals I had met, and giggled thinking about Caruso sucking his thumb.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tonight, I almost let fear keep me from hanging out with three great friends whom I haven't hung out with in months, but of course, if I did that I wouldn't be typing this blog post. So, instead of torturing myself and using work as an excuse not to go out, I picked myself up by the boot straps, got into my car and blasted the most hip-hoppy-upbeat song I knew the lyrics to and sang (poorly) in efforts to pump myself up! Of course, no radio sing along pending a night of going out is complete without the Black Eyed Peas, "I Gotta Feeling (Tonight's Gonna Be a Good Night)". And so it was! I had a blast scarfing down way too much Cantonese food, and catching up with my friends. My fortune cookie, now as I look back appropriately stated;
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I gave new advice tonight and demonstrated my own handling of the Dobey and know that this too will be worked into her resume of training. Let me tell you, taking her away from her owner to demonstrate "my way" was a bit intimidating! While I may never convince this pet owner that tugging and jerking on a leash is not the way to train, I will continue to mould him to what I hope is at least a softer version of himself.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Since fundraising isn't new to my blog posts, here's what is. I finally found a place where I can take ASL classes. I have long put off learning ASL despite being around deaf people my entire life. I have a cousin who is deaf and had neighbors while I was growing up that were deaf as well. As a child, I must admit I felt awkward at times not being able to communicate with others and still find myself not quite knowing what to do in situations that arise where communication is difficult. One such recent situation involved a deaf woman and her dog who came to visit my pet training arena. While she enthusiastically tried to communicate with me, I felt horrible that I could not understand her or her dog's needs. Whether she ever comes to visit me again, her interaction with me changed my way of thinking. I want to be able to talk to her and anyone else who speaks ASL and not feel awkward or uncomfortable when faced with someone who sounds and speaks differently then I do.
I can't quite remember what grade I was in, but as part of a childhood school Christmas pageant, I learned how to sign the words to "Silent Night" and "Jingle Bells" and later shared my new found Christmas caroling technique with my neighbors. I know I didn't realize it then, but I can only imagine how they felt to have someone "sing" them Christmas carols one year, carols that they could understand and appreciate. That memory has always stuck with me. I enjoyed signing at the time, and have retained some of what I had learned all those years ago. In addition, there are times I find myself at the theater and am so engrossed in watching the interpreter bring to life the play for those who cannot hear it, that I don't even watch what it is I paid to go see.
It seems like ASL has always had some presence in my life, and I'm now choosing to push past the fears of not being able to understand, in efforts to learn how to understand. Spring classes start on March 29th, fingers and hands don't fail me now!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
- Aretha -Help me welcome to the household, my blooming new baby Orchid named Aretha. Aretha is a beautiful Orchid who found herself abandoned in a dressing room, destined to a live a life of artificial sun light and neglect. Being the compassionate man he is, my boyfriend decided he couldn't let Aretha continue to suffer and brought her home to me for permanent adoption and some TLC.
I was very happy to see my beautiful surprise, but fear shortened the happiness as I know nothing about Orchid care. I began to read up on the new addition's needs and am afraid I'll kill her by over watering, or lack of correct fertilizer, or heaven forbid I ever forget and re-pot her in soil (big Orchid no-no!). Also, I have other "children" to contend with in the house. I have a feline that seems to have a leaf/plant eating fetish that I now must defend Aretha from at all times. Despite my fears, I will give Aretha the best home and care I can manage and I will appreciate her beauty daily. Anyone know of any good greenhouse daycare centers I can drop her off at while I go to work during the day? (Just teasing.)
Saturday, March 5, 2011
- Ask the universe for what you want
- Believe your request can come true
- Act as though you've already received your request
While I usually perceive myself as a positive person, as of late I've been in a "bad spot" due to stress and thought, "What do I have to lose by practicing this technique?". Of course, in the documentary, people have obtained thousands of dollars by "willing" it, but the philosophers suggest you start small with your requests, they suggested a cup of coffee. I immediately thought, "donut". So yep, that's what I asked the Universe for, a donut. Silly, absolutely, but what did I have to lose?
This morning I woke up and thought positive thoughts. I thought I will have a good day, I will sell two dog training classes, and somehow, someone will provide me a donut. I want a donut Universe! I asked the Universe for a donut, I believed it was achievable and I acted as if I could already taste the donut. When I arrived at work I walked directly into the break room expecting my donut, but was sadly shocked that there were no donuts. Hello? Universe, aren't you listening? I continued to obsess about my silly donut throughout the day and it never appeared. That was, ironically, until I was walking out 6 hours later.
As I was saying goodbye to one of my managers, I noticed a box that said, "DONUTS" across it in the office. I got the hugest smile ever and said giddily, "Are those donuts?" (as if I couldn't read), and he said, "Yeah, they're mine, but you can have one - would you like one?". I was too excited to actually eat the donut, and hope the Universe wasn't offended by my declination of my granted wish. Positive thinking allowed me to have fun today, and a good day at work - something I haven't had either of in a long time (or so it seems). So, you might ask, where is the fear in all of this? Well, my fear is that in posting this, you readers will think I've lost my marbles and gone a bit crazy! Despite fears, I thought this was too great of an experience not to share. Try some positive thinking today and enjoy!
PS) I also sold the two training classes I said I would!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Today's blog, short and sweet? Well, sick is probably a better description, literally. Despite coming down with a cold and fearing I would lose my breakfast before I actually made it to work, I headed to the office hoping I would feel better. While I never really felt any better, my mind was at least occupied for 8 hours on something other then my cold. I'm always amazed at just how much mucus one's body can produce. I've lost count of how many sneezes and tissues I've gone through, so I think now's a good time for a restful nap.
- Puffs -
Thursday, March 3, 2011
After the last injection the dentist and assistant left me to allow time for the numbing to take place. About 5 minutes into it, I felt like my mouth was the size of a softball (even though it wasn't) and my lips began to tingle. When all was said and done, I went home and starred in the mirror and made faces at it. I found it quite humorous that only half of my mouth worked. Puckering up my lips as if I was going to offer a kiss was hilarious, as my top lip went to the right and my bottom lip drooled towards the left. I looked like a bad version of a curled lip Elvis.
I was happy to take the dentist's advice and not eat anything for a few hours as, although I couldn't actually feel it, I knew I was accidentally biting my tongue as I randomly tried to talk. Eating would have proven disastrous. Of course, as soon as the dentist told me I couldn't eat, I think that's when I became hungry. None the less, I waited my allotted hours for all feeling to return to my mouth and managed to enjoy the rest of my day off by meeting up with the boyfriend for some Chicago deep dish pizza. All in all, a day at the dentist proved to be better then a day at work!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I arrived at my part time job to find a man and his red Doberman in my classroom. I've seen him once before and didn't care for his over bearing handling skills, but chose to ignore him and let it go. Today, I didn't. Sensing he was unwelcome, he left the training center and then demonstrated his training skills in front of me as if he was going to teach me something. I am all about being educated as I realize I don't know everything, but when I clearly know there's a better and proven method in doing something, don't try to convince me that the wrong way is the right way.
He continued to yank on his dog's leash, popping the prong collar, tugging at the collar, and never releasing any of the tension on the collar. I let him continue, and didn't say anything immediately as sometimes I fear and think, "Who am I to get involved?". But the fact is, who am I not to get involved? Done with his demonstration, he walked away, but I decided to follow him and then, mustering all my nerve, asked, "Earlier, when you asked your dog to sit and stay, you continued to apply pressure on the leash and had the prong collar digging into your dog's skin - why?". His reply was, "Well, I want her to sit and stay no matter what distractions are going on.". "Okay", I replied, "but what is her reward for staying?". "I pet her when she comes", he replied. I said, "But that's a praise and reward for coming to you, what's her reward for staying? She continues to feel a painful pressure on her neck while she's staying, so what is her motivation to stay?". He stammered and didn't really have an answer. I told him there are other distractions other then pain that he could use to teach his dog a reliable stay.
As the conversation and demonstration of skills continued, the next thing I observed was him grabbing his dogs head forcefully, and forcing her to look him dead in the eye. Despite her struggling, he kept twisting and turning her head in order to make her keep eye contact. When he did manage to hold her head in place, she closed her eyes and averted her eyes as much as she could. I quickly stopped him, and asked him what he was attempting to do. He explained, "I'm just loving on her, and asking her to look at me.". While I thought "that's an odd display of affection", I saved derogatory commentary and instead said, "You're scaring her." Seeing the look of concern on his face, I explained, "Eye contact amongst dogs is a threat. She is doing her best to avoid a conflict and to avoid being seen as a threat to you. She is averting her eyes and communicating to you in her own language and you don't understand it. You're taking away her ability to communicate by forcing her head to stay still. If anything, it's a compliment that she's not looking at you as she's showing you, 'I mean you no harm, I want no conflict here, I am submitting to you!'". I quickly said her name, made a kissy noise, and she looked right at me. I immediately praised her and petted her. I showed him in about 2 seconds a better way to do and accomplish what he wanted. He tried it next and it worked perfectly. He was amazed and thanked me for sharing my knowledge.
While I found him unappealing at first, I actually hope this man will come back so I can continue to coach him and show him that not all things are accomplished by force. Putting fears aside I helped educate someone today, and hopefully prevented some painful yanks on the prong collar for his dog. I hope the lesson learned was that love and training doesn't have to be painful. There's a line in the movie "Michael" that comes to mind, and while I can't quote it perfectly, it refers to a battle between the North Wind and the Sun to see who could make a traveler take off his coat first. The North Wind blew and blew and tried as he might to blow the coat off the man, the man clung to his garment all the tighter. Defeated, the North Wind allowed the Sun to try the same challenge. The Sun came out and shone brightly and gently warmed the Earth. In no time the man, over heated by his coat, removed it. Sometimes in life, you just need to be the sun.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
- I've done a lot of personal growing at work, learning to over come fear and ask for what I want, and ask the hard questions.
- I managed to try new foods, Indian cuisine, gelato and grapefruit only to find the healthiest thing for me (grapefruit) is still not palatable.
- I passionately educated a pet owner about their dog's health issues, and got "humped" by an overly passionate pup.
-I attempted to watch a scary movie, but will have to take the advice of my blog reader (thanks Lynn) and try something a little more scary!
- My boyfriend was introduced to my mother and spent an entire breakfast with my dysfunctional family (and he still wants to date me!).
- I branched out and saw an awesome Beatles show despite protesting their music.
- I went against the grain to be one of just a few walkers in the Cupids 4 miler event - and survived! Go team Breakfast Burrito!
These are what I consider the highlights of the past month, however, not wanting to dwell on the past, I'm looking forward to the next 305 days of adventure! Of course, I should probably focus on just getting through March first. Any thoughts about what fears I should tackle next?