Wow...it's been a long time since I last posted. I'll most likely start posting again...but for now, just wanted to say hi and let y'all know I'm still here... just beeeen busy :)
Happy May...if we ever get May weather, that is!
GB
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Random Facts of "Bee-ness"
Inspired by a recent Facebook posting of random things about me and my friends, I figured I'd just post random things about me here. Deep thoughts, right? :) Here goes...
1) I wish I had blue eyes
2) I regret that I stopped one class short of having Spanish be my minor in college
3) I love cars, and love to drive like a racecar driver
4) I've had plastic surgery
5) I've never used the snooze button on my alarm, or any alarm
6) I can't whistle or snap my fingers
7) Everclear's 1997 album "So Much for the Afterglow" saved my life
8) If I wasn't a writer, I would have pursued becoming a nutritionist
9) My girl crushes are Angelina Jolie and Charlize Theron (ironically both the same age as me); my guy crushes are George Clooney and Jared Leto
10) I used to play the violin
11) I LOVE spinach; I HATE brussel sprouts
12) I'm awesome with directions
13) I can't iron clothes to save my life
14) Aliens is one of my favorite movies
15) I regret all the "sun worshipping" I did as a teenager
16) Carson's ribs are my favorite food
17) Goo Goo Doll's "Slide" is one of my favorite songs
18) I wish I was taller
19) I've never smoked pot
20) I'm a really good teacher/tutor
Ok, that's all for now. Feel free to post comments telling me random facts about you! I love learning about folks, even though I am a green bee :)
Peace, love and Obama!
GB
1) I wish I had blue eyes
2) I regret that I stopped one class short of having Spanish be my minor in college
3) I love cars, and love to drive like a racecar driver
4) I've had plastic surgery
5) I've never used the snooze button on my alarm, or any alarm
6) I can't whistle or snap my fingers
7) Everclear's 1997 album "So Much for the Afterglow" saved my life
8) If I wasn't a writer, I would have pursued becoming a nutritionist
9) My girl crushes are Angelina Jolie and Charlize Theron (ironically both the same age as me); my guy crushes are George Clooney and Jared Leto
10) I used to play the violin
11) I LOVE spinach; I HATE brussel sprouts
12) I'm awesome with directions
13) I can't iron clothes to save my life
14) Aliens is one of my favorite movies
15) I regret all the "sun worshipping" I did as a teenager
16) Carson's ribs are my favorite food
17) Goo Goo Doll's "Slide" is one of my favorite songs
18) I wish I was taller
19) I've never smoked pot
20) I'm a really good teacher/tutor
Ok, that's all for now. Feel free to post comments telling me random facts about you! I love learning about folks, even though I am a green bee :)
Peace, love and Obama!
GB
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Lean on Bee
Ok, so this bee has been bummin' lately. I freely admit it. Here's the thing...if I need a stinger or wing to lean on, is it crazy to burden my fellow bee friends to ask? Bee-cause I do find myself in need of support...so...should I buzz off? Please feel free to post, beeeee honest and let me know!
Thanks :)
Gb
Thanks :)
Gb
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Halloween Homage
This bee loves all things scary! So this bee loves Halloween. Sure...for the costumes and candy. But more for the scary movie marathons! Any horror movie is a-ok with me. And a bunch of them all in a row..well, that's a little piece of heaven :)
I saw Saw V this past weekend...liked it a whole lot. Love the original Halloween. Can't wait for Netflix to send me The Strangers! Stephen King is my favorite author -- that says it all. I had the opportunity to drive through Albany and parts of MA earlier this week...I can see how the east coast would be the perfect setting for a scary story :)
So Happy Halloween to all!
GB
I saw Saw V this past weekend...liked it a whole lot. Love the original Halloween. Can't wait for Netflix to send me The Strangers! Stephen King is my favorite author -- that says it all. I had the opportunity to drive through Albany and parts of MA earlier this week...I can see how the east coast would be the perfect setting for a scary story :)
So Happy Halloween to all!
GB
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Everything Old Is Poem Again
Those of you who know me know that this past weekend (pre-frog voice) I went shopping for a new car...for the first time in 10 years. And I ended up buying a new car -- and saying goodbye to the Mazda Protege that, for some reason, I was (and still am) apparently VERY attached to. Every time I see one on the road now, I actually get teary. Anywho...I digress.
Of course, though I knew it was a possibility, I didn't really mentally prepare myself for the scenario of actually buying a new car the day I started looking...and, in turn, saying an abrubt goodbye to this silly little compact car I REALLY loved. So...of course, the situation found me buzzing around, filling the empty boxes I luckily had in my trunk with the contents from the inside of my car. Among the cassette tape mixes, myriad maintenance receipts, sunglasses, etc... was a folded piece of paper. Later in the weekend I got the chance to go through all my accumulated crap, and got around to investigating the piece of paper. Turns out is was a rogue poem I wrote in August of 2000 (a year after getting the Mazda...so far from becoming who I am today). Why I wrote it is a mystery. Why I printed it out and stuck it in the glove compartment of my car, only to find it nearly 9 years later...well, that's a bigger mystery.
So...I figured I might as well share this find with the three people who read this blog :) For better or worse...here is the state of my insurance-company addled mind circa the new millennium (sp?)...maybe you can help me solve the mystery...enjoy:
FAIRA CRIES
Early on the girl had spirit...dreams of summer days and better things, the same
Life -- a plan that wasn't her own, hidden -- a turmoil no one had known
Tragic artist, tortured soul, ballerina barely five years old
Why wait for the future when it comes for the past? Wait, just wait...it won't last
Old soul, young heart, start the wheels turning in motion -- in yearing
Always for that elusive wisp of meaning and feeling -- and ice cream
Over and over before it began -- she ran, she ran, our Faira she ran
Through the meadows of youth and the tunnels of time, crying inside
She tried. Cheerleader girl, basketball chic, winner, achiever, movie-of-the-week,
Truth hides, we seek, we lie, life cheats. Pretty young thing taking the ride
Such a long time between living and life
Faira -- she wonders what little girls become, when growing is over and becoming --
It's done. To be what fate meant, does it mean what we say is our final decision? For all of our days?
Closeness melts and the tree starts to fall, of all the illusions, intrusions...confusion
the fairest of all. Over and over before it began, Faira she tries to face why she ran
Fear keeps pace with a path traveled well. Dreams not promoted become tales to tell. Do it well.
Do everything well. No matter what's done, for duty, for fun,
it matters least when along for the ride the passenger errs -- attempting to drive
A ballerina now thirty years old -- the future, it ambushed the girl. She folds.
Playing for keeps. Having to hold. Round and round our girl she goes.
Looking back to a future -- where are the dreams? Why didn't they hear her pleas to just be...
At night she lies, eyes wide with the folly of fate and waits. And in the day...our Faira, she cries.
GB
Of course, though I knew it was a possibility, I didn't really mentally prepare myself for the scenario of actually buying a new car the day I started looking...and, in turn, saying an abrubt goodbye to this silly little compact car I REALLY loved. So...of course, the situation found me buzzing around, filling the empty boxes I luckily had in my trunk with the contents from the inside of my car. Among the cassette tape mixes, myriad maintenance receipts, sunglasses, etc... was a folded piece of paper. Later in the weekend I got the chance to go through all my accumulated crap, and got around to investigating the piece of paper. Turns out is was a rogue poem I wrote in August of 2000 (a year after getting the Mazda...so far from becoming who I am today). Why I wrote it is a mystery. Why I printed it out and stuck it in the glove compartment of my car, only to find it nearly 9 years later...well, that's a bigger mystery.
So...I figured I might as well share this find with the three people who read this blog :) For better or worse...here is the state of my insurance-company addled mind circa the new millennium (sp?)...maybe you can help me solve the mystery...enjoy:
FAIRA CRIES
Early on the girl had spirit...dreams of summer days and better things, the same
Life -- a plan that wasn't her own, hidden -- a turmoil no one had known
Tragic artist, tortured soul, ballerina barely five years old
Why wait for the future when it comes for the past? Wait, just wait...it won't last
Old soul, young heart, start the wheels turning in motion -- in yearing
Always for that elusive wisp of meaning and feeling -- and ice cream
Over and over before it began -- she ran, she ran, our Faira she ran
Through the meadows of youth and the tunnels of time, crying inside
She tried. Cheerleader girl, basketball chic, winner, achiever, movie-of-the-week,
Truth hides, we seek, we lie, life cheats. Pretty young thing taking the ride
Such a long time between living and life
Faira -- she wonders what little girls become, when growing is over and becoming --
It's done. To be what fate meant, does it mean what we say is our final decision? For all of our days?
Closeness melts and the tree starts to fall, of all the illusions, intrusions...confusion
the fairest of all. Over and over before it began, Faira she tries to face why she ran
Fear keeps pace with a path traveled well. Dreams not promoted become tales to tell. Do it well.
Do everything well. No matter what's done, for duty, for fun,
it matters least when along for the ride the passenger errs -- attempting to drive
A ballerina now thirty years old -- the future, it ambushed the girl. She folds.
Playing for keeps. Having to hold. Round and round our girl she goes.
Looking back to a future -- where are the dreams? Why didn't they hear her pleas to just be...
At night she lies, eyes wide with the folly of fate and waits. And in the day...our Faira, she cries.
GB
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Change is good...right?
I admit, I'm somone who has always clung to the status quo. Same old same old has always been A-OK with me. In the past 4 years, however, I've pretty much completely strayed from my former anal-retentive self. From having to have just the right colored file folders, just the same PC setttings, just the exact right pen. Flying by the seat of my pants is more the norm now...no two days are ever alike (they used to be cookie-cutter) and even in a given day, I know what is on my calendar as of 8 a.m. will most likely change before day's end.
So...you'd think I'd be ok with change in other arenas. And I am...but for some reason I have this weird thing about inanimate objects. My cell phone...I just got a new one...and miss my old one terribly. It worked the same way, yet I still get teary thinking of it. I know, I'm one cuckoo for cocoa puffs bee! So, within two weeks of the new phone, I up and get a new car. I had the same one for 10 years. I loved that car...it was the less-than-stellar gas mileage and the feeling that at any moment the car would implode as I drove to a client that cinched it for for me...time for a new, safer car. I like the car I got a lot...in fact, a lot of the things about it are better than my other car...yet I can't help looking out the window for my old, dented Mazda.
This, my fellow bees, is why I haven't parted with my VCR. Yes. You read correctly. I still have -- and use weekly -- the VCR I was given as a gift the summer before freshman year of college (and I still use my alarm clock from when I was 16). I love the whole tangible quality of setting it...knowing I will physically have to "handle" a tape...that I can program it in the dark without looking at the remote more quickly than I can get my darned bluetooth to work on my cell. One day I'll have to switch to some form of DVR...but until then, it's VHS all the way for this bee!!
I'm old school. And I love it. I long for the days when filling up your car with gas meant having someone else do it, and heck, check the oil and clean the windows too. My windows and oil haven't been the same since the days of self-serve pumps. Mainly because I refuse to do one thing I don't want to do (when I can get away with it) -- and this Bartleby-ness just doesn't fit well in modern society. Oh well...I'm off to defrost my fridge...the non-frost-free one I have that, to my eyes, appears to be a holdover from the 1950s. Ok, THAT I would part with. I'm taller than the darned thing...good thing I don't cook! Where would I store the food? :)
Peace out on a beautiful Chicago Sunday.
GB
So...you'd think I'd be ok with change in other arenas. And I am...but for some reason I have this weird thing about inanimate objects. My cell phone...I just got a new one...and miss my old one terribly. It worked the same way, yet I still get teary thinking of it. I know, I'm one cuckoo for cocoa puffs bee! So, within two weeks of the new phone, I up and get a new car. I had the same one for 10 years. I loved that car...it was the less-than-stellar gas mileage and the feeling that at any moment the car would implode as I drove to a client that cinched it for for me...time for a new, safer car. I like the car I got a lot...in fact, a lot of the things about it are better than my other car...yet I can't help looking out the window for my old, dented Mazda.
This, my fellow bees, is why I haven't parted with my VCR. Yes. You read correctly. I still have -- and use weekly -- the VCR I was given as a gift the summer before freshman year of college (and I still use my alarm clock from when I was 16). I love the whole tangible quality of setting it...knowing I will physically have to "handle" a tape...that I can program it in the dark without looking at the remote more quickly than I can get my darned bluetooth to work on my cell. One day I'll have to switch to some form of DVR...but until then, it's VHS all the way for this bee!!
I'm old school. And I love it. I long for the days when filling up your car with gas meant having someone else do it, and heck, check the oil and clean the windows too. My windows and oil haven't been the same since the days of self-serve pumps. Mainly because I refuse to do one thing I don't want to do (when I can get away with it) -- and this Bartleby-ness just doesn't fit well in modern society. Oh well...I'm off to defrost my fridge...the non-frost-free one I have that, to my eyes, appears to be a holdover from the 1950s. Ok, THAT I would part with. I'm taller than the darned thing...good thing I don't cook! Where would I store the food? :)
Peace out on a beautiful Chicago Sunday.
GB
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