Friday, October 2, 2009

The intention of remembering

For some reason, I think of great blog ideas while I'm driving to work.  Problem is when I get to work and get ready to write I can't remember what I thought of only 40 minutes back.  Ideas that swirl around my head are food product reviews(lovingWallaby Yogurt), makeup sessions (will post pictures(yay, my love of picture taking will finally have a concrete purpose!) and reviews of a fab session at Sephora with these people!)  Turquoise shadow on my lower lid, what, and other news ideas that I feel compelled to speak about.  My only concern is how to make myself remember my seemingly great ideas when I'm in a space to start writing.  

Many ideas floating through my head.....

  • My allergist has all but demanded I return to the candida diet.  I did it once last September and had I not cheated it probably would have had a better effect.  It's hard to change my dietary habits but seeing what white flour and processed sugar are wreaking havoc on my body I know it's the best thing for me to do.  Willpower...willpower.  Never been my strong suit but I can't let something like food win against my health because I wasn't strong enough to treat my body better.  

  • How to keep in touch with childhood friends.  This year, I suffered through the loss of my first best friend ever.  Due to complications from a disease that she was born with ( a disease that led to her mother’s death less than 5 years ago) she passed on in March.  Somehow, after changing churches, changing schools, heading to college and various other reasons she and I fell out of the constant communication we had.  For reasons that I'm sure I'll need to go into later(for sanity purposes) I’m hyperaware of my need to keep in touch with friends that I made when I was in kindergarten.  For 8 years these people and I attended school, church and many extracurricular activities together.  Special people that are a part of my family.  It hurts to remember my friend.  It hurts because all she ever wanted was for all of us to keep in touch.  Whew, just getting that out was emotional enough for me.  I know my heart is telling me to keep writing to get it out in some form of space which will allow me to process and I will, I will.  Just not now...

  • I know I had more but bullet about my friend has winded me.  
I know that if I'm going to have any success with this blogging thang I'm going to have to keep a small pad in my handbag to jot down my ideas. Additionally, I will have to come to terms with emotional parts of my life that I have compartmentalized. Well, this certainly will be some sort of adventure!

I'll have my first picture post coming up soon!  

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The restart button-- Why a fresh beginning?

I guess the bug for a post, a blog, a something hits around August.  For some reason, this year, more than ever I feel like I want to have a blog that has continuous posts about something meaningful.  I've found a lot of great information in blogs.  Some of my best makeup advice came from blogs.  Inspiration, frustration, and motivation as well.  I like google reader ;)

A little history....I was never really into blogs before October 2007.  Fresh college graduate with her first job, I spent enough time on the internet browsing through articles, checking facebook(and at that time myspace) without venturing into the world of blogs.  To me, they are all the epitome of emo diary hawkers.  I had tried to have a personal blog in high school and failed--miserably.  I should also add that I can't keep to a paper journal no matter how hard I try.  I'm digressing.

The 3 Main Reasons

Back to October 2007.
A month and a half into my job I was involved in an accident that kept me out of work for 3 months.  Enter recouping at home after tv has long become boring and redundant....I found a beauty blog that became interesting.  So much so that I read all the archives.  Ms. Tia Williams  had intrigued me.  From there I moved to following Ms. Patrice.  Finding this lovely lady was the result of an afternoon clicking spree.  Loving their chic wit and amazing finds in the world I wondered what else was out there.  After getting engaged I found a ton of wedding blogs, SCORE!  I started to think what I could share with the world.  

Since that time I've become friends with an amazing blogger...Ms. Allison Jones.  Seriously, click on her.  She's one of the people that you just know is going to blow up big.  When she does I can say "I knew her when..."  Thanks to this diva of extraordinary proportions I was able to attend some awesome non profit wonders this past year and become introduced to movers/shakers such as her and her.  An amazingly talented friend of mine, Giselle Stern Hernandez hooked me to women who were spilling their lives, emotions, and struggles into the universe to effect change.  Learning more about Echoing Green and Do Something got me to thinking about blogging on my own.

I love food.  Recently, I've been exposed to the multitude of food blogs out there.  Seriously, I had no idea people blogged about food...and HEALTHY food at that.  ::Swoon::  Today, I subscribed to a bunch of healthy food blogs.  I know it's time for me to blog....This weekend I was at a family dinner and an appetizer of amazingness was delivered--calamari covered in a balsamic vinegar reduction with tomatoes.  Sort of a bruschetta calamari.  WHOA!  After taking a bite the first thing I wanted to do was whip out my camera and take a picture to document.  But document it and put it where, for what?  I held back on grabbing my camera for two reasons : a) I didn't have a blog at the time and b) I really don't need my family giving me more weird looks than I already get.  Ya dig?

I know I have something to say, something to add, something to express.  Here's my start to creating a meaningful and lasting mark of my thoughts, beliefs, etc.  Welcome....again ;)  Any ideas you want to hear about--let me know.  I promise to keep it going.

Monday, August 18, 2008

An Open Letter to my *Former* Gyno....

I'm a pretty patient person. Most of the time. Well, some of the time. To strangers I am a very patient person. The reason being, I am cursing you out or complaining about your slow self to any friend* that will listen/let me rant to them. So, yes, patient, me, sometimes, never, maybe, slowly learning, possibly no.

Dear Dr. Weinstein,

However pleased I am that you deliver babies, work with the wonder of life, and bring happiness into the world in the form of squirming children is severely clouded by you or your staff's inability to properly schedule a check-up for me. Perhaps it is just me but I take my OBGYN appointments seriously. I see no reason why you should not as well. I schedule them more than a month in advance, am very flexible with time, always have my insurance card including co-pay ready in exact change, and as if all of that was not enough, I always show up early. With all due respect, I am the epitome of a perfect patient. In spite of this, you or your staff deem in necessary to constantly and consistently re-schedule my yearly exams.

This is not the first time, not the second, or third. I've actually lost count of how many times this situation has occurred and replayed in various tones and keys. The song is old and annoying similar to "the Venga-bus" by I believe The Venga Boys. However, I digress. Following the tradition of letter-writing I was taught...I must praise you for the one time you were able to schedule me in an emergency appointment. Too bad, I didn't try to squeeze in a check-up in that one time. See, because, when I called you a month later to ask about a prescription your slightly incompentant office staff informed me that I would need to make an appointment to see you...again. Don't you believe once was enough, Weinstein? Obviously not.

After running out of work in the midst of the piles I am faced with only to find out that my appointment has been cancelled, I have come to the realization that this situation, this relationship if you will, is no longer working for me. Not only was I cancelled, I was not given any dates to work with in my voicemail. When I call back I find that the next available appointment is September 22nd. For something you did, I must pay? No, I think not. A meek half mumbled apology from your office staff won't cut it this time. No, I believe that we are finished. I find it necessary to seek out a new mountain on which to rest. Besides, why should I bust myself to get out of work because you can't hold later hours when I can find a much more suitable situation closer to home with much more competent office staff with the understanding that if one's appointment was cancelled by the doctor then all should be done to try and squeeze them in as soon as possible; a lesson you and your office staff need to learn. While you're at the learning tree have your staff come away with professionalism, a courteous and at least civil disposition. We have reached the end of our road, the finale of our time together. I hope there are no more encores as I do not have time to plan my life around your schedule. I have a life too!

So, with these, farewell Dr. Weinstein. I'll go find a Dr that can fit me into her schedule and provide the prescriptions I need without the headaches you have been so adept at giving me.

With no love lost,
a former patient

PS. As soon as I schedule a new dr's appointment tomorrow morning you can be assured that I will be canceling my September 22nd appointment.