Tuesday, June 30, 2009

July Already?

It's hard to believe that tomorrow is July 1st. Wow. The months seem to fly by like minutes... I am looking forward to a long weekend - the office has opted to close on Friday for the July 4th holiday. I have plans to work on my office organization project a bit, so I get that much closer to my goal of being clutter free by labor day. That's not to say, I won't take advantage of my "free" day to get in a little pool time on Friday morning and enjoy a little leisurely reading during the heat of the afternoon. Living in Arizona, you quickly learn why countries with hot climates have adopted the mid-day siesta! I've adapted to rising early to exercise and run errands, then waiting until after the sun sets before attempting any outdoor activities at night. It's the only way to get through the summer months here.
There are benefits to living in a City where it gets so hot you could fry and egg on the sidewalk.
  • Traffic is lighter, because the "snowbirds" (winter-only dwellers) are long gone, schools are out on summer break and many locals travel further north to escape the summer heat in the Valley.
  • You quickly learn to respect Mother Nature. The Desert is an amazingly beautiful but brutal place in summer, and you either adapt to the environment or die trying. I mourned the loss of several plants lost to the ravages of Arizona summers past. But, I'm proud to report I've managed to keep a lovely hibiscus, fragrant Arabian jasmine, and a Mexican Lime tree that is finally producing normal sized fruit alive and thriving for 3 years (and counting)... with the help of my handy neighbor, Carrie, who volunteers her time to give my plants a better chance at survival than they'd get if left to my rather haphazard care. I've added a few cactus plants to the patio mix, since it's easier to grow plants that have already learned to survive here and can handle a few neglected waterings (hey, no one's perfect)...
  • You have a built-in excuse to nap during the day.
  • You suffer through 2 hot months a year to enjoy 10 months of nearly perfect weather with temperatures that allow you to be outdoors even in the midst of winter. (Nothing like enjoying dinner on the patio under the stars in January... )
Living through a desert summer certainly makes you appreciate life. Sure, I'll admit, my first summer I questioned my sanity. Then, I found, if you just give into it - realize you cannot conquer it - learn to accept it and work through it - it's not so bad after all.
Enjoy your summer!!! I know I will.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Falling Star

Yesterday the world lost Farrah Fawcett. Sadly, her death was eclipsed by the passing of Michael Jackson just hours after. Countless Michael Jackson hits play on radio stations, television networks run Michael Jackson footage intermingled with interviews from friends and colleagues, and today news crews hover like vultures outside a coroner's office in California waiting for the first morsel they can get on the cause of Michael's death.
Like so many others, I grew up a fan of Michael Jackson. Michael pictures adorned my bedroom walls. I devoured Michael articles in Tiger Beat magazine. I even sported my own navy blue velvet cap, because I thought it resembled a cap Michael wore. I desperately wanted to look like his sister LaToya, and unsuccessfully attempted to style my own curly locks to look like LaToya's. As I reflect on the passing of a pop icon I grew up listening to, watching, even fantasizing about, I cannot help but think of other famous people whose larger than life lives have ended in tragedy. Why is it these rare and gifted people who possess an undeniable magnetism seem to be denied the opportunity to grow old gracefully and pass peacefully? I think of Marylin Monroe, Elvis Presley, and even Anna Nicole Smith. Now it's Michael's turn to have every sordid detail (fact or fiction) of his life as front page news for days to come.
Fame seems to exact a tall price from uniquely magnetic supertars. I wonder is a shortened life span part of their genetic makeup, or is it the burden of fame that causes their larger than life energy to crash and burn too quickly?
One thing is for sure, it's impossible to forget a life that burns so brightly - even after that light has fades to black. Memories - that warm afterglow - remain.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Friend by Definition

I was struggling for a topic today - so I went on to the merriam-webster online dictionary to look up what their definition of the word "friend". Here's what they have written [ edited by me ]:

Main Entry: 1friend
1 a: one attached to another by affection or esteem b: acquaintance
2 a: one that is not hostile b: one that is of the same nation, party, or group
3: one that favors or promotes something (as a charity)

I'm not sure what exactly I was looking for, but I will admit I was a little disappointed. Where's the stuff that makes one person really refer to another person as their friend? Where's the stuff that truly defines a good friend? Like:
- someone who's got your back (even when you don't realize it)
- someone who accepts you as you are and likes you just the way you are
- someone who believes in you when you might be struggling to believe in yourself
- someone whose presence in your life helps to make you a better person and a truer friend yourself

Those are the definitions I'd like to see... Oh, I know - there are degrees of friends. Someone you might call friend is truly more of an acquaintance by definition (you'll have to look this one up yourself). I'm fortunate to have an ample supply of great friends - the ones who meet the definitions I've added above - and then some. My friends are all truly amazing people and I am so happy to have them in my life.
So, today - I say "thanks" to all my friends!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Postive Thoughts for a Friend

Today, I'm offering up a little positive insipiration by borrowing a few quotes from those who say it far better than I ever could (in pink, her favorite color):

"Keep away from small people who try to belittle your ambitions.
Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that
you, too, can become great."
- Mark Twain -
"Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible;
and suddenly you are doing the impossible."
- St. Francis of Assisi -
"A positive attitue may not solve all your problems,
but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
- Herm Albright -

Monday, June 22, 2009

Life







I spent quite a bit of time this weekend watching CNN's coverage of the uprising in Iran. It was pretty intense watching people fight to change the world they live in. One image in particular captured the death of a young girl named, Neda. It felt rather strange to be watching her as the final seconds of her life unfolded on camera. As her death scene played over and over again, CNN commentators stated the family wanted to share the images with the world to show what is happening in Iran and in tribute to her ultimate sacrifice. I cannot help but wonder, how would Neda feel about sharing her final seconds alive with millions of strangers watching? I wonder, how Neda would feel about suddenly being recognized by people all over the world? I wonder, how Neda would feel to know that her last breath seems to have ignited a unified cry for change that is being heard all over the globe? I also wonder what Neda's life story would have been, had tragedy spared her life?

As an observer, it is my hope the people of Iran, who make up the very human element of this history in the making on the streets where they live, get to realize their dreams. SOLH (peace).




















Friday, June 19, 2009

Thanks, Terra!

Well, who knew there was so much to learn about blogging? I find filling the empty space with my mind's wanderings is the easy part. Making my blog a fun place to stop by - well, I'm still very much the novice.
Today, Terra helped me add some "fun" things onto my blog! Widgets... amazing little things you can add to spice up the joint. Today, I added the magic 8 ball, but its quaint spot was quickly lost to the Tarot card widget I discovered... now that's some fun.
I may be a mentor to Terra when it comes to life lessons, being 20 years her senior - But - she's certainly the teacher in this arena. Thanks, T!

Hooray for Friday!

Well it's Friday - I'm enjoying veggie pizza at my desk at the moment, enjoying the fruits of my labors earlier this week. In honor of Father's Day - and to have a little office fun to make everyone's day - I created a Know Your Co-Worker contest... I obtained baby pictures (most from obliging wives of the bankers in the office, the rest voluntarily) from everyone in the office and put up a test including 20 pics. The first prize for guessing the most entries correct - a gift card to Paradise Bakery. I've got a few boxes of candy favorites for consolation prizes to give away, too. People are having a good time and you can feel the happier mood ease into the office space - hmmm. Nice. Why can't it feel this serene all the time? (OK, silly question).


In searching for my own baby picture, I found my favorite photo of me - taken when I was 21. I remember the day this was taken - in White Plains, NY during March of my junior year of college... wow, a lifetime of experiences ago. Good times.


Well, time to tally the scores for the contest... looks like one of our computer techs (who truly seems to pay so little attention to his fellow co-workers during the workday) will win today's contest - missing only 2 out of the 20 total! Who'd have thought it?



Monday, June 15, 2009

and the beat goes on...

Well, this blog is certainly keeping me and my sisters communicating. I emailed a link to my blog earlier, so they could read my tribute to our Dad. My sister Janet sent me this awesome pic of her with my Dad. Thanks for sharing, Jan! My sister, Jean, emailed me back and now I've caught up a bit on what's going on with my beautiful nephews, Timmy & Corey in Ohio. Thanks, Jean! Even though we're each separated by miles, this blog kind of makes them disappear while we share... Gives me a reason to smile, too.
Say "cheese."

DAD



So, it's my lunch hour again - blog time. Family has been a hot topic the past few days. A few co-workers have been dealing with seriously ill children and one of my co-workers (Miss Leigh) is dealing with her own health scare and is still waiting to find out what's wrong. Thankfully, as I write this my family members are all in good health and good spirits. This Sunday marks another Father's Day... so, today's blog is going to be a bit about my Dad.


Paul (or Buzz as he's affectionately known by friends and family alike) was born and raised in Massachusetts - the youngest of three. After a career in the insurance industry and raising 4 pretty incredible kids - Dad retired and is presently enjoying life in Vermont [although I'm pleased to report that 4 years of "recruiting" has finally paid off and he and my Mom may be relocating to sunny Arizona.] I grabbed the shot above of the 'rents at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix, which has been a routine stop on their annual visits. This year, we enjoyed "Chilhuly: The Nature of Glass" exhibit while there and took lots of beautiful pictures. The parents look pretty happy here and that's why I love the photo. Imagine, 53 years together and they still smile at each other like newlyweds...


My folks have made their annual visit to see me a kind of retiree Spring Break, usually arriving in late march and staying to mid-April. I love having them here, since it's usually the only time I see them, even though we chat on the phone pretty often. We've been on them to consider moving closer to one of their kids, since they're presently a good 4-5 hour drive from my brother and while he's closest in proximity, he's also least likely to be available on short notice. Thanks to very mild winters and resort lifestyle Arizona has to offer (not to mention supportive siblings, who all pointed out Scottsdale was destination they'd enjoy visiting), it would appear that my folks are seriously considering making Arizona their home. We'll see what the future holds for Paul & Lucy. Will they relocate to Scottsdale? Will they remain in Vermont? Will I remember to update this blog with the answers? Stay tuned.


Anyway, here's to the my Dad - once the tallest guy I knew who would let me play "skin the cat" while he was still in his suit - the guy who made a point of taking each of his girls out every year for a special 'Day with Dad' - the guy who gave up smoking because I asked him to - the guy who found a way to help me afford the out-of-state private college of my choice - the guy who packed me up and drove me through 3 states in a u-haul rental truck with a broken radio to first my first apartment in New York - the guy who managed to survive my volatile childhood years and still love me... I couldn't ask for a better Dad.


Happy Fathers Day, with Love.






Friday, June 12, 2009

Indecisive

One of my own least favorite traits is my indecisiveness. Like, why can't I just make a quick and fast decision when faced with options? I wish I knew.

Yesterday, my sweetie asked me to make plans for the weekend. I mentioned I had my standing monthly hair appointment at 9am tomorrow and would need to take off for an hour and then we'd have the rest of the day to enjoy our time until he left for work that evening. It turns out my standing appointment was not booked and my options are for 11am or 3pm tomorrow (the 3pm slot is a favor from my stylist, who was hoping to get off work early). Now, I sit here wondering, are my roots really that bad? Can I just wait until next Saturday morning or would I be better off going in at 11am, so Lynn (my stylist) could take off as planned? I check my roots in the bathroom mirror (lighting is dark, so I don't trust that my roots really don't look that bad to me). I ask my 20-something co-workers, "Do you think my roots look bad?" I consider calling back and changing my appointment until next Saturday - but what if I make plans for next weekend, too? I call the significant other to ask his opinion - after all, this is a dilemma for me I need to resolve. (No answer) Where is the man when you need him? I ask myself, "Ruth, why can't you schedule a simple hair appointment and move on? Why do you second guess yourself every time? I reply to myself, "I don't know." This same process rears its ugly head in so many instances, I can't count. How do you learn to become more decisive? I'm open to your suggestions. [ Resolution: my sweetie was fine with rearranging our weekend plans. I called the salon back and took the earlier appointment, so my stylist can get out early as planned. Now, wasn't that simple? ]

I enjoyed lunch with friends Ibi and Elisa today at Paradise Bakery (shameless plug for Elisa's place of business!) It was lovely, but far too short. Ibi brought pictures of a major landscaping project she and her husband David have been working on in their spare time. So far, their progress is truly amazing. If they ever decide to change careers, they could both be instantly in business creating lovely sculptured home environments for others. I knew their work would be awe inspiring, having witnessed their last little home project - a completely remodeled kitchen. I believe, if Ibi had the tools and space in her garage, she'd have cut and installed her own granite countertops - aside from the counters, I believe they did everything else themselves. It's a show piece. I cannot wait to see their latest handiwork in person.

Elisa was her warm and happy self. She brought her 2 boys - Will and Zac - but they happily sat at table nearby while we chatted away my lunch hour. We all agreed it's been far too long since our last get-together and promised to schedule something real soon. Everyone's busy schedules makes it a challenge these days, but I know it'll happen soon, thanks to Elisa's never allowing us to go for too long before she sets something up. I'll give credit to Ibi on this, too - since she always calls me and is ready, willing and able to set up a quick coffee before work, if that's the only free time we can coordinate. Great friends are worth making time.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Food for Thought

I just finished answering an email to my cousin in NJ (hello, Pat). She and I are both share the common goal of learning how to take control over our bodies and start working towards getting in the best shape we can possibly be. To that end, we've both explored the many options promising weight loss and fitness. In our struggles to find the right path to healthy fitness, I think we've both discovered that the first true hurdle to overcome is choosing to love yourself enough to make you the priority in your life.

Speaking for myself, I am still learning to love and respect myself enough to take that control. All my life, I've found it easier to put the needs and wants of others before my own. In keeping my focus elsewhere, I've been able to avoid dealing with my own issues. In fact, I now recognize that it's partly why I am so ready to take on anyone else's cause. So, I'm in the baby steps of learning how to become accountable to me. And, it certainly hasn't been easy.

Shortly after the new year, I saw an Oprah Winfrey show where her guest, Peter Walsh, was helping people like me start taking control of their lives by attacking the physical and emotional clutter - freeing themselves up to live more fully and completely. I taped the show, because I knew it hit home. I wanted to experience it first hand and resolved that I was going to make it happen. I signed up online and started getting the monthly projects by email and I took pictures of all my spaces - the rooms and closets. I spent a Friday night preparing room plans for my kitchen, dining room, living room, bedrooms, office and ALL of my closets - including the pantry, utility room and 1 for each bedroom (since closets in my house are the places where it's so easy to hide clutter and give the illusion you're in control). The exercise of drafting a plan of what the room/closet was to be used for and how it was used presently really helped prepare a sensible plan of attack - because the "clutter" had taken over every living space.

I started on my guest bedroom, the one room that was already in pretty good shape and easiest to complete. I decided to leave my office for last - because it contains the most emotionally charged clutter and the room in the most need of an overhaul. I figured I'd have sharpened my organizing skills on the other spaces and I knew starting there would kill the project and I'd never achieve the goal. My neighbor, Carrie, listened to me excitedly outline my basic plan of attack and admittedly left my home that night figuring I'd never follow the plan through. She came over to check on me the following morning and was amazed to see how much I'd actually accomplished. However, I came across my first first stumbling block - a hope chest filled with stuff I'd forgotten I even had - containing a few household items kept for sentimental reasons and a pile of lovely decorative pillows that had adorned my bed before I redecorated my bedroom. When she suggested I donate them, you'd have thought she was asking me to give up a kidney! I was in serious distress over getting rid of accent pillows I wasn't even using and forgot I had. Eventually, Carrie persuaded me to let them go - and when I handed down the bag containing my beautiful pillows to the gentleman at Goodwill, I didn't so much as give them a backward glance.

That was day one of my organization project. It's been several months and several successful rooms since then - but I've slipped a bit on completing my project by my original due date May 1st). I still have one major space remaining - the office. I started on it back in March and after 8 full hours (I stopped because my shredder had overheated) and barely making a dent, I had to stop. It's a monster of a room - small in size - but packed full of unopened bills and bank statements, photos, cards and personal mementos collected over the past 30 years. It has also become the holding area for artwork and other decorative items I haven't been willing or able to part with. I will admit, I willingly used my parents impending arrival for a months' stay to postpone the project. I am however resolved to complete this project over the summer and my new deadline is clutter-free by labor day! I plan to post the best of my before and after shots, so you can all witness my triumph.

You may be asking yourself (that is if you're still reading) why go into the clutter discussion after an opening about weight loss and fitness? I'll tell you why. I believe that the physical and emotional clutter are visual manifestations of my inner turmoil. I also believe that once I've conquered my clutter and learned to treat my home and belongings with proper respect, I will be able to learn to treat my body with love, consideration and respect.

Because of my newly organized my living spaces, I have found "free time" to walk in the mornings and after dinner with my neighbor (my next major project, making time to shape up!). I find my shopping lists are easier to create - I can instantly see what I need and avoid purchasing things I already have in stock. And, that means more time to spend with family, friends and on activities I enjoy far more than cleaning house and redistributing clutter from space to space.

I've decided it's also time to pay more attention to mindful eating. I am working to plan my meals in advance, keeping healthy snack alternatives in the house and finding fun activities that keep me from sitting on the sofa eating out of boredom. The walking has already helped, but I've decided it's time to up the ante... I'm going to add a motivational picture to my fridge door - along with a food diary - to help me face what I'm eating every time I pass the fridge door... So, here's to discovering my inner fit self!
(inspiration by Drew Barrymore)




Wednesday, June 10, 2009

lunch time offering


I could be taking a walk outdoors to stretch my legs and get a change of scene, but instead, I'm posting my 2nd blog in less than 1 hours' time. Amazing (is this addictive?). I'm thinking this is like your own personal therapy group. You post your thoughts, hopes, fears, worries and get support, kudos, affirmation and "you go girls" back in return.
So, now that I've discovered the secret pleasures of blogging, I'm anxious to get my friends and family all over to participate. I can hardly wait to start inviting them to my blog. A big Thank you goes out to Terra, who's singularly responsible for helping me make the leap into the virtual unknown... and a shout out to Leigh, who assures me that a simple blog is just fine.
This weekend, my good friend Noor will be returning to Malaysia - into the welcoming arms of her family. I spent most of last Saturday just hanging out at her place, while she packed up boxes from her life in the States to be shipped back to her family home in Malaysia. We spent most of our time doing what we always have, talking about our lives, our friends, our loved ones - doing our very best to keep off the topic that would put us both in tears, and the impending move out of the US for Noor and her son. I will miss the trips to Lee Lee's Asian Market for fresh herbs and spices for cooking - our chats over meals at some of our favorite Indian, Thai and Pakistani restaurants in the Valley. But, most of all, I will just miss her. I hope that, before long, we will be sitting together as we've done so many times in the past few years, and laughing about life.
To mark the occasion, I created a memory book for Noor. I included a lot of quotes about friendship and one about the bends in the road that change the direction we thought we were heading in. I have heard variations of this quote before, but wasn't aware the quote is attributed to Helen Keller: "When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us."
Having survived 2 layoffs and a few major life changing events in the past ten years, I can truly say that the twists and turns in my own life's journey have been learning and growing experiences. Life, as they say, is a journey. The comfort of true friends you meet along the way can certainly makes the trip worthwhile. Selamat jalan - Safe journey, Noor.

Trying New Things

So, thanks to a few 20-something friends, I'm learning about a strange new world for me... blogging online. I've gotten this far on my own and apparently, the first order of business when you set up a blog is to post something. So, here it is.

Pretty lame for a first attempt, right? Well, what do you expect for a 40-something who learned to type on the ol' IBM selectric II typewriter, with the self-correcting feature (for those of you too young to even know what I mean, it was like having "white-out" stamp built in...)?

I'll probably write some more, once I've mastered the art of blogging. Stay tuned...