Me and My Big Ideas.....

Yeah, I've been layin low. It's all going to the gym, eating mostly vegetarian, drinking only water, keeping the digs clean. That doesn't leave much time for looking for trouble. Unless you count deciding to go back to school as trouble.

As Mama Alex said, "All those trips to the spa paid off!" (Well, as of post time, facebook doesn't say her baby has come yet..waiting, waiting, waiting) I signed up for The Salon Professional Academy's Esthetician course. I gave it a few weeks thought. Usually I give my life decisions about an hour, sometimes 30 minutes. As I was signing my life away, and getting the financials, I thought I was going to throw up. I have to be confident that I can pay for it. It'll be a lifestyle change, but for the better. Starting September, I'll be going 3 nights a week, and every other Saturday. And after 43 long weeks, on July 3rd, 2010, I'll get my license. Who wants to be the first victim of my bikini waxing services??

I'm very thankful for all the support I've been getting for this decision. I'm being told I'll be great at it, and it's perfect for me. I'll keep doing my microderm/chemical peels to minimize my acne scarring on my face. That's what's really bothering me, but also why I decided to do this. I'm worried it won't go away as much as I hope it will, and people won't think I'm good advertising. When I go to the skin and laser clinic now, I just stare at everyone's pore-less faces, wishing that I had that perfect, smooth skin. I've been told my skin will get better. It'll just take time. I'm also doing this because for some reason, anytime I see an advertisement for a spa, or just see the word, I perk up like a cat that hears the can opener. I think I'll finally have a career I enjoy.

I'm excited to start this new adventure, and trying not to think about finding a job! I'm not too keen on moving right now. North Dakotans aren't all that metropolitan and frivolous. I hate to break it to you. I guess I'll have to change that...

JESUS, I need some coffee

I got a new neighbor. I hate getting new neighbors. It's all "why is her shit in my garage? this isn't self serve storage, honey" and then I get notes on my car "don't park here anymore, it's now taken". And then I have to train the newbies not to leave their crap in the one washer and one dryer shared by 8 units. Put it in, set a timer, and take it out. Or else some creepy dude is going to pin your thong to the clothes line. Thank God my granny panties are safe from that fate.

So the new girl was moving in last night when I got home around midnight. Today I passed her unit and saw something I was not expecting. (I'm not going to take a picture of what I saw. These two images I lifted from the net are funnier.) I saw a small end table with a coffee maker on it. OK...maybe it's just there for the time being, these are small units....Then I saw the flier advertising some mission ministry music fest. In Chicago. OK....At first, I just saw the "mission" statement, and fled to DQ. (The diet is going fine. I deserved it) The whole drive I'm thinking "What the fuck? Is she running a mission out of her apartment? I realize we are walking distance from downtown, and there are a lot of sketchy characters, but I prefer it when they are NOT in my building. Are they going to sing? Worship? DETOX? It's bad enough running into a neighbor while in my robe, or ratty lounge wear while running down 3 flights of stairs to the laundry room only to be pissed off. Now I have to prepare to run into the homeless??

"Or maybe.....she'll have coffee for us neighbors in the AM...there are no coffee condiments or cups, or those little stirrer stix thingies...well, maybe she's green and is only making the organic coffee in her reusable filter and expects us to provide the rest." Damn. I just gave up coffee this week, too. Too hard on my system. Maybe this is Jesus' way of testing me.

**i was left a dollar in quarters once and a nice note apologizing for the wait for the washer. but what i really appreciated was the half a can of old milwaukee he left me on the dryer. it was still cold. that was sweet.

Training Wheels

I've found this term applies to a lot of situations going on in my life right now. "Why did you bring your camera?" ME: "It's Marcy, why not?"

My Blog Muse is holding what I dubbed "training wheels for chop sticks". Very cool plastic piece that holds your chop sticks so you can actually pick up your food and look like a pro, even if you are not.

I've been using the treadmill for a few weeks now, and today I was actually able to jog for 8 minutes without feeling like I was going to need a lung transplant. I didn't want to push myself, so after I realized it was 8 minutes, I slowed my pace. I'm an idiot, I know. This slow climb to increase my stamina and watching my calories and carbs as actually paid off. My 3 pairs of jeans are loose around my phat ass. Go me!

One of my self help books is by Deepak Chopra. DChop says in his book that if you seek, you shall not find. So I asked, internally, "Why the fuck have you written like...12 books, done countless interviews, programs, as seen on Oprah, etc etc, then?? Why am I reading this??" It's like the witch told Dorothy "The magic was always inside you." You can't go on a quest to find yourself. You just have to be open to seeing your faults and open to changing them. And if you stumble upon happiness, you have to enjoy it for what it is. No matter how small. I've been trying to remember this for the past 10 years. I realized that it's an ongoing process because we change every day, every year. You don't "find" yourself. You learn to live your true self. "To thine own self be true".

And that brings us to my other book. I tell Gatsby it's my "devotional". (yes, I talk to my cats) Everyday I read the short entry, and try to remember it and live it. This week's lesson was remembering your true values, and living with integrity. I have a few friends that are struggling internally with themselves and people that are dissapointing them. This quote hits home: "When we can't control anything or anyone around us, we can gain a sense of control by living with integrity. Figure out what you need to do to take care of yourself. Don't judge others too harshly for not living up to your values, and give yourself a break for being imperfect." (It ends with "let God handle the rest". You can take that or leave that part.) So if your boss, coworkers, friends, family, kids, etc are making your life hell...remember to take care of yourself, and live for yourself, too.

Please say a quick prayer for our Uncle Larry. He's undergoing major surgery on Tuesday to remove his pancreas, spleen, gallbladder, part of his liver, and possibly part of or all of his stomach. Cancer sucks.

Should I be this angry?

A couple of years ago, I really wanted a dog, and the ex-Mr. Sarah K did not. So I did what I always do. Made a spontaneous decision while he was out of town. I went to the Humane Society and adopted a lovely Keeshound. I didn't realize at the time he had slight psychological issues, but I'm attracted to that type, so whatever. The ex wasn't happy at first, but he grew to love him. When we separated, the ex got Jake, the dog. Last night I received a disturbing email. The evidence is as follows. Before and after pictures.







I can't tell you how upset I am. I like fluffy things as well. That is probably another reason I adopted the little nut case. Should I be this upset? He's not mine anymore, but COME ON!!!