I was able to catch 'Oprah' yesterday and she was focusing on how to bring positive things into your life. And one segment of the show was titled "Love List". Martha Beck wrote a column for O Magazine and it is called just that. It focuses on a woman who made a list of 100 qualities she wanted in a partner. She then put the list away and went about her life. Some time later, this very man, possessing almost all of the 100 attributes, walks into her life.
She goes on to say that you should make such a list of your own. Write the list, look at it a bit, and then put it away. By doing this, you know what you want, have affirmed it with writing, do not need to dwell on it because it is already written down, and then the Universe knows what it is you are truly asking for. Now there are two possible lists you can create: the shallow "needy" list, which she says never works, or make a list for your 'core of peace'. This is that list with true qualities in a person...not looks or money.......but thoughtful or good sense of humor.
Is it that easy? Why didn't anyone tell me I had to make a list? Isn't that what I did last year around this time? I did not get anyone that closely resembled it, otherwise I would not be doing this now. Hmmmm.......do you think the Universe just sees my mental health as a sick game?
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
NY Miracle Workers
Superbowl XLII Champions
New York Giants
17 - 14 over the NE Patriots!
Congrats Big Blue!
It's Time To Move To Where Nobody Knows You When....
I was at Roosevelt Field Mall yesterday and had a coupon for a free lipgloss at Victoria's Secret. I went in to the store and found a pair of panties that I wanted. But they didn't have any in my size on the table. So I turned to the sales associate, who was straightening the merchandise, and I asked her "Excuse me, (dangling the desired pair from my fingers) do you have this in a _________". What? Did you think I'd divulge my size?
Anyway, she turns towards me and begins to say "Let me................" and freezes. She says "Oh my god! I am so embarassed." And I realize that it is a student I just had at Farm back in the fall. I freeze, too, and then say "Why are you embarassed? I am the one waving underwear around and now you know what size I take. I should be the one embarassed".
She giggles nervously and a coworker comes over and then she introduces me as "this is my professor".
DRAT!
So I said, "Well, to keep this from being more awkward, I'll let you help someone else". I put the item down and walked out dying a bit inside. That beats all now, doesn't it?
Cops in NYC, hosts & waiters, random approaches in Penn and the mall, but my unmentionables? This is now where I draw the line and something needs to be done.
Anyway, she turns towards me and begins to say "Let me................" and freezes. She says "Oh my god! I am so embarassed." And I realize that it is a student I just had at Farm back in the fall. I freeze, too, and then say "Why are you embarassed? I am the one waving underwear around and now you know what size I take. I should be the one embarassed".
She giggles nervously and a coworker comes over and then she introduces me as "this is my professor".
DRAT!
So I said, "Well, to keep this from being more awkward, I'll let you help someone else". I put the item down and walked out dying a bit inside. That beats all now, doesn't it?
Cops in NYC, hosts & waiters, random approaches in Penn and the mall, but my unmentionables? This is now where I draw the line and something needs to be done.
Friday, February 01, 2008
I'll Eat At His Mesa Anytime
Today marked the last day of Restaurant Week here in the city. I have gone in for the last four and was not about to miss this time. I saw that Bobby Flay's restaurant, Mesa Grill, was on the list and have been interested in trying out his southwestern fare.
So, rain (buckets & buckets of pouring rain) and all, I was headed in for my 1:30 lunch reservation. I love RW because it allows a gal like me, who loves to eat and enjoys good food, to eat and enjoy on a budget. And the restaurants on there, his included, can be pricey if you want to truly enjoy some of the items that tempt you.
For $24.07, I had a three course meal. I started with a chop salad that had romaine, tomatoes, two types of beans, cubed cheese, olives (yuck), and tortilla strips in it. I ate everything but the olives.
My main dish was a 16 spice chicken that was actually sweet. I'd swear that it had brown sugar all over it & was just melt in your mouth good with the potatoes that were mixed/blended with some green vegetable. I'd say it was broccoli but it wasn't.
To finish it off, I enjoyed the profitterolles with vanilla crunchies and spicy chocolate sauce. And when he said spicy, he meant it. I am a chocoholic and like my candy sweet. So I was a bit leery -- to say the least -- of this spicy concoction on my yummy dessert. It was actually good. Until it settled in the back of my mouth and lit the back end of my throat on fire. Yup.
My meal, had this not been RW, would have cost $34. And I was more conservative in my choices. One of the lunches offered was $20. Just for the main dish! So, whoever ordered that was making out really well with their appetizer and dessert thrown in.
Now I am chomping at the bit for the summer one to be here. I plan on hitting at least three reswtaurants and sampling all of the goodness they have to offer.
So, rain (buckets & buckets of pouring rain) and all, I was headed in for my 1:30 lunch reservation. I love RW because it allows a gal like me, who loves to eat and enjoys good food, to eat and enjoy on a budget. And the restaurants on there, his included, can be pricey if you want to truly enjoy some of the items that tempt you.
For $24.07, I had a three course meal. I started with a chop salad that had romaine, tomatoes, two types of beans, cubed cheese, olives (yuck), and tortilla strips in it. I ate everything but the olives.
My main dish was a 16 spice chicken that was actually sweet. I'd swear that it had brown sugar all over it & was just melt in your mouth good with the potatoes that were mixed/blended with some green vegetable. I'd say it was broccoli but it wasn't.
To finish it off, I enjoyed the profitterolles with vanilla crunchies and spicy chocolate sauce. And when he said spicy, he meant it. I am a chocoholic and like my candy sweet. So I was a bit leery -- to say the least -- of this spicy concoction on my yummy dessert. It was actually good. Until it settled in the back of my mouth and lit the back end of my throat on fire. Yup.
My meal, had this not been RW, would have cost $34. And I was more conservative in my choices. One of the lunches offered was $20. Just for the main dish! So, whoever ordered that was making out really well with their appetizer and dessert thrown in.
Now I am chomping at the bit for the summer one to be here. I plan on hitting at least three reswtaurants and sampling all of the goodness they have to offer.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
On My "Being Famous" Rant. Again.
I had an appointment yesterday out in Bayshore. I got to the office and rang the bell to be admitted to the building. I walk in and turn to see the receptionist to let them know I had arrived for my 3:00. And she looks at me & I look at her.
You know where this is going.
She said "I know you". I said "I know you too. From where?" She asked me if I had gone to Bethpage high school. I said no, but hat I had been a permanent sub there ten years ago. She was one of the monitors at the high school. UGH!
It's so weird that no mater where I go........Penn Station............41st & 6th ave in Manhattan.................Roosevelt Field..............Panera in Riverhead....... an office in Bayshore..................I see someone who knows me in some capacity. Great. But do I have papparazzi following me? Am I making millions a year? Nope. But I expereince what's it like to not have anonymity almost every day. And for what I make.......the clubs that won't allow Crak & me in (still blaming that on the math prof.)......being a tanger reject.............this just isn't working.
Somebody, make me famous!
You know where this is going.
She said "I know you". I said "I know you too. From where?" She asked me if I had gone to Bethpage high school. I said no, but hat I had been a permanent sub there ten years ago. She was one of the monitors at the high school. UGH!
It's so weird that no mater where I go........Penn Station............41st & 6th ave in Manhattan.................Roosevelt Field..............Panera in Riverhead....... an office in Bayshore..................I see someone who knows me in some capacity. Great. But do I have papparazzi following me? Am I making millions a year? Nope. But I expereince what's it like to not have anonymity almost every day. And for what I make.......the clubs that won't allow Crak & me in (still blaming that on the math prof.)......being a tanger reject.............this just isn't working.
Somebody, make me famous!
"sometimes goodbye's the only way..."
So with that fight with Cowboy, I said I can't be in a friendship like this. It's all about him & never about me. I needed him to listen to me and instead he ventured into topics that had no place in the conversation. He, again, made it some white trash, twisted fantasy thing of his own rather than just doing as I needed at the moment. Listening to me.
I thought he was a good friend. He had been ........ what I thought was ....... my best friend at one point in time. But I was wrong. Duped. And I admit that it is my naivete that causes this sometimes. But I like being that way. Some things one just does not need to know. Not everything in life has to focus on sex, trashy behavior, and sub-standard topics. It is okay to be intelligent. To enjoy good, clean fun. To not turn to the perverted view of things all of the time.
And that was it. Granted, it's only been a week since we have spoken, but it may as well be six months. I don't know why I feel that way, but I always do. Don't get me wrong. This is not a crying over the loss of something situation. It's just another sigh and shrug point in life where you say 'why does it have to be this way' or 'why didn't I just learn the first time?'
That's all. But, it's goodbye, for now, to Cowboy.
I thought he was a good friend. He had been ........ what I thought was ....... my best friend at one point in time. But I was wrong. Duped. And I admit that it is my naivete that causes this sometimes. But I like being that way. Some things one just does not need to know. Not everything in life has to focus on sex, trashy behavior, and sub-standard topics. It is okay to be intelligent. To enjoy good, clean fun. To not turn to the perverted view of things all of the time.
And that was it. Granted, it's only been a week since we have spoken, but it may as well be six months. I don't know why I feel that way, but I always do. Don't get me wrong. This is not a crying over the loss of something situation. It's just another sigh and shrug point in life where you say 'why does it have to be this way' or 'why didn't I just learn the first time?'
That's all. But, it's goodbye, for now, to Cowboy.
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