I Am Not a Jedi

Sometime in the late winter/early spring, D and I went to Tunes in Marlton and stumbled upon an impressive collection of Jerry Maguire VHS in their used tape section. I brought Donnie over to laugh about it when he informed me about a website whose mission is to collect all these random, unwanted Jerrys, along with other strange VHS fodder. I thought it was funny and interesting and then I completely forgot all about it. (more…)

THIS IS HIP-HOP! from Airwave Ranger on Vimeo.

It’s only 7 a.m. and I’ve watched this 209820983 times. OK, so more like 2. But I think I’m going for a third…
Thanks, Woobs.

There are a few stories that have become staples in my repertoire. It seems that whenever I’m introduced to a new group or new friend, these are the tales that are told to break the ice, get a laugh, solidify friendship. I ended up telling it again recently for my new coworkers. Later, I wondered how many times I’ve actually told it, and then I thought maybe I should actually write it down, once and for all… (more…)

After weeks/months/years(?) of putting it off and putting it off, I’m FINALLY officially on to rewriting book 2 of my thesis. I’m amazed at how much I got done tonight… granted, I wrote myself into a bit of a corner (for now) and the whole time I’m thinking “Does this make sense?” “Should I edit it down?” “How will this work with the flow of book I?” but I was still successful in telling myself to power through it enough to get about 4 pages and 1000+ words written.

And that is usually the hardest part. (more…)

As I watch the clock inch closer to 2 a.m., I am Googling “Meditation and Relaxation music” as I curse myself for not drugging myself with Nyquil earlier.

I’m beginning to realize that sleeplessness is an ongoing issue for me and I’m beginning to wonder if I need to completely change  my system/approach to life. I cannot keep running on empty and physically and emotionally crashing. By Friday last week I was sick and slept for the  majority of the weekend, canceling plans and dragging my arse for 3 days. I ended up calling out of work yesterday because I just could not properly function.

I’m supposed to be up in 4 hours and on my way to Baltimore for a client meeting. I have to be well dressed, well groomed and brilliant. The likelihood of anything of that diminishes with each minute that falls away from my potential sleep time and moves closer to my alleged awake time.

Does ANYONE out there have useful tips for a person who has major sleep issues and needs a whole life overhaul?!?! I am now understand why it’s so important to implement a regimented sleep/life routine in children. I will happily blame my parents for these deep-rooted issues.

While I lay in bed for more than an hour, trying all the tricks I’ve learned/been recommended throughout the years, I just kept trying to figure out the best ways to erase the last 26 years of bad habits. Reverse psychology did not work (You’re not tired. Just get up….you want to get up…). Neither did quiet meditation (there is always *something* that makes me want to move/break focus). Counting. Listening to music. Listening to nothing. Breathing differently. Holding my breath. Refusing to open my eyes. Forcing myself to keep my eyes open until I want nothing more than to shut them.

Now I’m listening to weird techno remixes of songs that have nothing to do with relaxation or meditation. Unless I was trapped in a Mortal Kombat video game. (I actually think this might be the Mortal Kombat song. WTF?!)

Why didn’t I take the Nyquil??

I love how I come back from vacation and life has taken back over, full fucking force. (more…)

You can indulge in this moment of Zen:

As mentioned before, we’ve taken in my parents’ kitty, Simon for a short stint to get him treatment for this yucky growth that was on his leg. We had him at the apartment for a few days before he went for surgery and he made himself at home from the moment he got here: following us from room to room, meowing for food and rubbing up against our legs, and above all, cuddling with us on the couch. His favorite spot was the ottoman and he would sit between D and I in the evenings when we’d watch TV. (more…)