Thursday, June 30, 2011

I dare you not to dance.

Actually, I dare you TO dance.
Right now.
Stand up from your desk, get out of bed...Turn. This. Up.

It's the kind of music I put on in traffic and play it over and over and over.  And I shake in my seat and envision myself running and dancing and swinging my arms.

I dare you.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


There are many things I'd like to be called in this life.  But one that's important to me even if seems sort of bland and/or small is: considerate.

To me, considerate is about thinking of other people and putting that thought into action.

For example, opening the door for someone is nice and thoughtful, but it wouldn't go into my considerate actions folder.  I think they are much smaller actions.  Actions that people may not even notice -- even if it was meant specifically for them.

CASE IN POINT:  I've been doing a lot of work from coffee shops lately and I adore the people who plug their bulky computer cables into the bottom socket on the wall...leaving the top one open for a needy stranger. 

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Game on.

You may or may not know this game:

In fact, if you know that game, you probably just turned your head from the screen immediately and may not even be reading this now.  Because you know it so well.

There's a game very similar to this -- only better.  And I keep getting schooled by a 4-year-old.

Basically, you need to surprise someone with this face:

If that surprised someone looks directly at your face, then they have no other choice than to immediately lay down -- no matter the situation.

Today, I received an email with the subject line:  Preschool Graduation Day Pix! of course, I very excitedly opened it.  And I got burned.  Burned bad.  The 4-year-old continues to beat me.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


I have an amazing joke about a snail.  You'll have to ask me about it someday.

I thought of it today because I was discussing mailing something to my client and she said, "Oh, you mean via snail mail?"

Well, yeah.
But getting real mail...mail you can touch and rip open is kind of awesome.
I suppose mostly when it's handwritten as opposed to a bill...but still.

And today I came home to TWO snail mails.  Handwritten and everything.
Pretty sure that's NEVER going to get old for me.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011


Those little guys have been coming up a lot lately.  I mentioned the TEDx Talk I went to recently and one of the speakers asked the audience -- "When's the last time you had goosebumps?  When's the last time you had a physical, chemical reaction to something that moved you?"

I couldn't think of mine.  I was a little bummed.

But since that question was asked, the subject (and appearance) of those little bumps seem to be around every day.  And what's so, so, so awesome is OTHER people are getting them based on news I've been sharing.

News that I, unfortunately, can't share here just yet.  But it involves the Do Good Bus and a super exciting project for the fall.

And I can't wait for all the goosebumps that will be had starting in September.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Happy of myself

Went to TEDx Santa Monica last night and one of the speakers opened with this:

You're welcome.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Moments of sweet, sweet heaven.

I showed up early to Boot Camp this morning -- which was most definitely a first. (You can talk to my dad about how much of a morning person I am.)

But as I walked up and noticed I was the first one there (even before my coach!), I was immediately transported to my junior year in high school.

I had morning swim practice every weekday at 5:30am.  And I can't remember a sweeter feeling than pulling up and seeing the clock said 5:25am.  That meant I had exactly 4 more minutes to lean my seat back and close my eyes.


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Military Sex

Today, there was a new person in my bi-monthly massive meeting with a client in Irvine.  I noticed him, but didn't question who he might be.

As the meeting started, my client asked him to introduce himself and he explained that he was an intern with the company and was excited to learn about and eventually be part of the team.  I was sort of stuck on the word intern, because he appeared to be in his late 30s and was in a very nice business suit.  My mind was racing with possible explanations of why he had a position that college students usually hold.

As he went on and I tuned back in, he explained he was a Marine and had recently finished his duty and was now joining the workforce.  I have no idea why, but I started to tear up a little.  I was so proud of this complete stranger.

Then I realized I might cry amongst 30 other people in the room and needed a distraction.

I immediately remembered a Love Line episode where Psycho Mike went on a tirade about people jumping at any opportunity to sleep with a celebrity -- no matter who it was; ugly, old, out-of-date, overweight.  He was angry.  He pleaded with his audience that the people who deserved to be slept with, sight unseen (in a bar bathroom, even), were people fighting for our country.  It was hilarious.

Hearing Mike's jokes in my head dried up the tears quickly, but it also evoked a giggle.  Out loud.  During this poor man's introduction.

I was mortified.  I seriously considered giving the guy a hug to say sorry. Oh man.

Monday, June 6, 2011

It doesn't feel real.

Today, at 1:59pm -- I hit enter on my keyboard and officially became DEBT FREE.

After 10 years in the making, it's a bit anticlimactic really.  I celebrated with a nice glass of wine tonight.  But overall, I feel the same.

Just ever so slightly lighter.