8 Years

It's hard to believe that it's been 8 years now since Mom got brave and left her abusive marriage. Tonight we went out to celebrate. Fittingly, today was Mom's day to get her professional photo taken for her new website, so she looked extra beautiful :-)
The last 8 years have been filled with ups and downs for sure, but we're both standing tall and proud, much happier and more fulfilled than we ever could have imagined being. Many lessons have been learned, and there are more to come in the future... But rest assured, we are ready to take on any and all challenges that may lie ahead... When we become free from repetitive cycles of abuse, dreams which never seemed attainable become possible, and happiness and contentment become a reality. The door opens up to love and a life anew. Is it always easy? No. But it's worth every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears that accompany leaving the past behind and building a better future. Here's to the first 8 years of freedom, and to many more!

Joing the Crowds...

I never thought this day would come, but it has. Yesterday my husband and I left T-Mobile for AT&T. After 16 combined years of service (and three months of using a rip-off phone, the HTC HD2, which T-Mobile PROMISED would surpass the iPhone), we calmly walked into the local AT&T store and signed up. We had some idea about just how awesome the iPhone would be... After all, I've had an iPod Touch and and we've seen plenty of iPhones amongst our family, friends, and colleagues. However, nothing quite captures the experience of having your own iPhone for the first time. I supposed after our horrifying HTC HD2 experiences, the iPhone would seem perfect... The touch screen technology is incomparable, the graphics and interface crisp and intuitive, the battery life surprisingly strong (we're not super heavy data users, which is probably why). And the APP store with thousands upon thousands of apps to choose from (compared to the measly hundreds offered by Windows Marketplace)... Perhaps the biggest surprise of all is that we joined the crowds, something we don't usually do, for a product that actually is super cool....

The Laws of Attraction

Ever wonder what constitutes the laws of attraction? I often wonder this myself, though perhaps not in the same context as typically associated. There are the laws of attracting love and wealth into your life, but what about the laws of attracting the weird? I can't help but ponder this curious issue because everywhere I go, it never fails: I attract weird people. Now, I don't mean to be insulting or to put anybody down, but it is uncanny. I've encountered quite the range, from the strange substitute teacher who always seeks me out to mutter comments to, to the elderly man in Venice who barked at me like a dog. Let's not forget the drunk women who hailed my friend and I down that morning and asked for a ride to the liquor store (we said no). There is the man with three noses and the creep who asked me strange questions and then followed myself and two other females off the train (I reported him to a cop). In grad school a fellow classmate with whom I did a group project spoke in a faux British accent and called me up at all hours to complain about the other members of our group. A supervisor at an internship I did horded everything under the sun in her office and in her car, including papers smeared with dog poo. She also never showered and ate rotting food. Then there was the co-worker who seemed nice and normal until I went to her house and discovered a stripper pole in bedroom and a window from the bedroom into the shower. If you can believe it, the examples shared here barely scratch the surface of the depth of weird people I've encountered. What exactly my point is in sharing this I don't know... But sometimes it just helps to get it out there :-)

Simple Choices

It's amazing how sometimes the act of making a seemingly simple choice can take a load off. Yesterday, inspired by a friend, I chose to stop my participation in an experience that was literally draining me of all reserves. What became clear is that there are times when it's okay to cut a loss. We don't always have to finish what we start. More important than being hell-bent on finishing something that is never going to matter just for the sake of saying you finished it, is always maintaining our best interests as the number one priority. When we can do that, what seems like a difficult choice becomes quite simple.

You Never Know Who Lives Upstairs

Today I found out that my former upstairs neighbor has been a world-renowned plus-size model for several years. Though I had heard rumors about said neighbor having some type of modeling career from others, they weren't of such significance that I had to know more. Former neighbor lived upstairs for only about 1.5 years, just long enough to attend grad school nearby and move on. Sightings of her were rare, but on those few occasions, I was not struck by any extraordinary beauty or plus-sizedness (I would not consider a woman of her height/dimensions to be plus-size; if that were the case, plus-size wouldn't have the negative connotation it often has). Flashforward to today, when I find out through the newspaper that said former neighbor is indeed quite renowned, so much so as to be featured in a major publication in the coming months. With this news, I admit my curiosity got the best of me and a Googling I went. Sure enough, said former neighbor is indeed quite renowned for her modeling (and yes, I did see some images I rather would not have). The point is, as the title of this post suggests, that you never know who lives upstairs.

Greetings

Greetings and a warm welcome to my new writing space. Writing has been a passion of mine since I was a child. Please stay tuned for an interesting mix of memoir-style vignettes, op/ed, entertainment reviews, poetry and other ramblings - I really am sticking with this blog, because it is the WRITE time!