SIMPLY AMAZING

Mother's Day

I have had pretty crazy day... For some reason I was the one left in charge at work today. God knows im no good for that but I dunno that's the way the cookie crumbles I guess.

Yes, my boss trusts me, to some extent but the responsibilities that come with the trust are pretty scary. Can I do it? HELL NO!!!!! Do I have to do it? HELL YES!!!! I guess some how I am going to make ends meet. Some where, somehow I will find the strength I always do.

POLLYAAAAAAAAANA

There is so much to say about this movie... Its a small cheesy movie... But man oh man I grew up on this movie... Imagine if you will two little romanian girls...

Moved to America because of their families. Little sleep over parties. And movies. At one point we knew this movie word for word. (hmmmm if that doesn't make me feel old, i don't know what doesn't)

So today I watched it on tv. I know another entry about watching tv. Now it becomes clear to me why I was such a big fat kid. And I am getting some professional advice from a Nutritionist/Registered Dietician.

Bike: When we first got to America, my parents bought me a bike, two wheels a hippo horn... which I still have, best thing ever, and a set of pedals. But to me it was the best thing ever. All I wanted to do was ride that thing. In circles, around the nighbourhood. To the library. Anywhere I could get away with going to. And I think every once in a while that bike is still around the apartment complex I live in. I have actually moved back to the apartment complex where my family and I used to live when we came from Romania.

wha? memories? where?

Curse you Ruxi. Last night I was watching The Holiday on tv. And you know the part with the old man, where he is trying to and is scared to climb those three little steps? And he finally makes it? Well damn it, I can't watch that movie and that part of the movie with out laughing my ass off... Remember how we laughed at the fact that I had wish I could spring up some steps with no pain or anything? Damn you, I can't watch that movie without laughing my ass off...


GRRRRRRRR, or something.


AAAAAAAnd you need to bring your ass back to the states... Who else is going to take me to the movies... Who else am I going to bring coffee for because she commands it? Or at least come back and visit.


Ileana

seems...

seems like i can't really get much of a break...

tired and always complaining... i am pretty sick of hearing me talk... whea whea whea is all i seem to ever do....


that is just a pain in the ass....


Ileana

ACTIVIST FALLEN FROM GRACE??!!!!!

As I am sitting this morning at my little breakfast nook outside of my apartment, I am reading stuff on my laptop. Ironically enough I am reading about people who are angry, people that are still trying to make a difference, people that give a shit. I am ofcourse talking about those "crazy" activists and all their "rousing, sticking their nose where it doesn't belong" people. I remember being that way.

And what am I doing? I am currently trying to stick with a job. Though I am still crazy enough to be considered an activist. Because honestly in order to be an activist, you do have to be a little crazy. And why must it be that way? Because if you are crazy it gives you a certain power, a certain strength if you will, a power that one does not get while following the crowd, your local mass media, your local corrupt politicians, and local walmart.

Where I am going with this? Even though not so well written this peace is about... this piece is really about the person I used to be. I used to be one of the those "rousing, sticking where your nose doesn't belong" person. And now when I read about the stuff my sister does. The efforts the "rebels" still make to bring a second opinion to the table. In all my years, and experience with activism, apart from sometimes aggressive forms of consciousness, are really about one thing. Its about making sure you are viewing issues from more than one perspective. Thankfully I still have that ability. And thankfully that is one aspect of my personality. Dual thinking has become part of my personality.

And no I am not patting myself on the back or am happy with this by any means. But in a way I think of it this way. All of my teenage years were spent "rousing" and "sticking where my nose didn't belong" so now I can spend a little time on me. On making sure I still have enough love for those around me, making sure I don't end up a bitter old lady with 100 cats, and making sure that when I start having my own kids I can teach them and raise them to be good loving souls.

I am worried about what I put out. Kind of like Karma if you will. I am hoping that if I put enough good "karma" out to those around me, "the world will be a better place."

Ok stepping off of that always funny image that comes into my head when people mention "my soap box." I imagine a little podium, much like one that a director of an orchestra would use, and somebody just stepping down being very proud of themselves having a very zen moment. Yes folks I actually went there. So much for being deep.


Ileana