If I could meet......

any two comedians in the world, it would be these two: CLICK HERE!

Happy B-day to me!

What a way to ring in my 28th year! That was truly one of the better nights out I have had in the last few years. And I think that comes down to having the key ingredients: great friends, great atmosphere, and free sunglasses. Oh, and celebrating my existence. To all the peeps who came, saw and showered me with booze I say thank you! I hope y'all had a good time - here are the PICS! (courtesy of Jetboy). Styles, much obliged for another key ingredient - an awesome pre-drink!

living the high life

Well I am officially in Tylenol 3 happy land. I had a minor surgical procedure this evening, that will make me speak like Sly Stallone for a day or so. My cure for the Sly-speak is a little gift of a drug that could probably soothe a horse after a run in with a horny bull elephant. Jesus that's pretty distasteful. Are dentists universally reviled? We hate them as kids and rarely get over it during adulthood. I mean the notion of heading into someone's office and have them insert a rapidly moving drill into one of the most nerve-filled areas of your body - well let's just say it's not everyone's cup o' tomato juice.

He did have a LCD TV mounted on the ceiling, so at least I could intermittently watch CNN while pretending not to hear him ripping apart the inside of my mouth. Yep, distasteful again, at least I have an excuse this time....

So now I have to concentrate on chewing on the right-hand side of my mouth...for 2 weeks. Lord knows as much as I try I will not be able to follow through with/remember this ridiculous requirement. So if you don't see me around much it's because I'm stuck in the lock-jaw ward at Bellevue. I have no idea what that means but something tells me it's a famous movie line.

With that in mind, some good quotage to end this random spewing of material:

Jim Young: And there is no such thing as a no sale call. A sale is made on every call you make. Either you sell the client some stock or he sells you a reason he can't. Either way a sale is made, the only question is who is gonna close? You or him? Now be relentless, that's it, I'm done.

Broker: I know you're not standing on your front porch with a bag of money waiting for me to call you. But I'm not some 18-year-old selling a cure for AIDS. I'm 46 years old, I have 22 years market experience, I know this business. So pick up your skirt, grab your balls, and lets go make some money.


That's it. I'm done.

time flies.

I don't know about you, but my birthdays seem to come and go so quickly these days. Isn't it ironic though, that when you're young and waiting for those adult moments like getting a driver's license, being old enough to drink etc...time seems to go by slower than molasses going uphill in winter. But as you get older and want time to slow down, it rushes by in an instant (sorry to tired to think of an amusing analogy for speed, like Rosie O'Donnell sprinting after an ice-cream truck).

I still feel like I have not changed much since the last year of high school. But remember how old 27 seemed when we were 18? Hell, one girl I knew back then was dating a 23yr old and we thought he was a dinosaur. I'm sure there's some sort of happy moral to be gained from this, but I am too darned tired to think of it - perhaps enjoy life as it happens. Think fondly of the past but don't cling to it; look forward to the future but don't focus on it. Life is happening right now. Go out there and enjoy yourselves people.

Risky business

(P.S after rereading I realize this is a bit self-reflective, but hey it's my blog, so if you don't like it feel free to make like a tree and get the hell outta here!)

I saw Cast Away this weekend and took away more philosophy from it than was probably intended. Like a 12th grade English student analyzing the various themes of a four-line poem. There's a period in the film where Hanks is floating on his makeshift raft, having braved and conquered the huge wall of surf that surrounded his mini-paradise/hell of an island. This is in the 'anorexic sun-burned, dreadlocked Hanks' stage of the film, after the Robinson Crusoe theatrics and blood-stained volleyballs and Survivor-like ingenuity. He's taken a leap of faith, determined to escape, and lands up drifting, at the complete mercy of a fickle ocean.

I think I've taken risks in my life. I've travelled, lived abroad, tried different careers than the norm. As the years pile up, I am forced to reflect on whether these risks were worthwhile, life-changing events or whether I was simply drifting through life on the back of ill-advised, life-stunting follies. I don't think I'll ever know. I guess it all depends on whether or not you believe life is about the journey or the destination. Hell, regardless I've had fun. Live and learn, as they say.

In the end, Hanks is rescued and returned to a life of normalcy, even though he could never sleep on a proper mattress again. His risks paid off. I hope mine and yours do too.

cheers.

Sick

Woke up this morning engulfed by 9lbs of blankets, listening to the symphony of rain tickling the window sill. And as enticing as it was to react positively to my alarm clock's invitation to get up, get dressed and go to work, I declined. With thanks. However, what I'm not telling you, well I guess I now am, is that I'm sick as a dog. Sinus, flu, whatever. I look like the guy in the flu medication commercials before he tries the said miracle product.

Back in a bit...

Red pill or blue pill?

This blog is very hit and miss, that I freely admit. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but mostly (I hope) readable. From now on I plan to wait until I have something to say, no matter how ridiculous. That might be daily, might be weekly, I don't know. I need a muse. Some inspiration. A change. Or to be at least moving towards a change. It is after all the time for resolutions. I am sure I will let you in on mine shortly, but not today.

The daily routine is a grind. Not terribly exciting, nor terrible, just a normal, average existence. But as we become entrenched in routine, life whizzes by like Rosie O' Donnell running after an ice-cream truck. What you do when faced with this issue will most likely determine, and I don't mean to get too philosophical here, the satisfaction you obtain from rest of your life. You either accept it as unchangeable, settle for the average and make the best of it, or you don't. You dig your head out of the sand, clear your eyes and take the path less travelled. Of course, this is the riskier move, and it's the reason more people don't take it. There is no middle-ground; you either become a millionaire living off a luxury yacht in the Caribbean, or you follow your dreams, watch them get crushed and land up preparing the millionaire's martini before rushing below to scrub the deck. I suppose you're getting a tan either way. It's a tough choice, but a necessary one. The sooner you make it, the better.