tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232522142024-03-13T21:07:29.963-05:00adventures of wanderlust gyrla girl, her dogs, and their folliespatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.comBlogger587125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-5280179510288459932017-02-13T21:44:00.000-06:002017-02-13T21:44:09.204-06:00equals disappointmentWork has been less than stellar. I am tired of the unnecessary upheaval. As a result, work and coping with work stress, also known as going to a lot of kickboxing and Pilates. At least I can side plank like nobody's business now.
I hadn't given any time to the fact that Valentine's Day was looming. Until I got home from work tonight. There was a bouquet of flowers waiting for me on the patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-20081115345971135872017-01-31T18:30:00.001-06:002017-01-31T18:30:11.959-06:00not your winehouse rehabI've only ever met a glass or two of wine that I didn't like.
Always a glass or two after my ever stressful work days in Austin. Then Lulu died. Numb was the point of it all. Numb to the big gaping hole in my heart with my girl. I couldn't bear the reality of life without her needle nose watching me constantly. Without her promptly putting herself to bed on the princess bed at 8:30 PM and patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-60728221332376862242017-01-30T22:54:00.002-06:002017-01-30T22:54:27.023-06:00why not?Today was a tough day. I'm not going to lie. Work was terrible as I spent the morning fighting off the angry tears in my office. As the day progressed, I become more focused on a plan to remedy the work situation.
This evening I get home and Tour Director is text messaging away. We talked about my cruddy day. As happens quite regularly, we say the same thing at the same time to each otherpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-55894017141678471092017-01-29T22:19:00.003-06:002017-01-29T22:19:58.340-06:00oh be still my beating liberal heartThe world has turned upside down here in America. I think about the pretense of this country - a land of possibility that did not discriminate.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
&patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-16597174813999003162017-01-21T19:37:00.003-06:002017-01-21T19:37:47.427-06:00skydiving lessonsAs I diligently cleaned the house today, I pondered the fact that I have never really fit in anywhere. Austin was the exception. There we are a rag-tag group of misfits who love each other dearly and will fight to the death for each other. But Austin is a quiet little utopia of love and happiness for me. Elsewhere, I have never fit in. Throughout school, I was always odd girl out due to my patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-41982170853537435692017-01-16T22:44:00.003-06:002017-01-16T22:44:54.714-06:00demonetization, first impressions, and sweet memoriesThanks to the Indian demonetization, rupees would be difficult to obtain while in India at the beginning of December. My travel abroad always includes some level of local economy stimulation and I must have cold, hard cash in my hands to successfully execute that mission. This girl must bargain and shop for unusual treasures.
Prior to heading off to Delhi, Tour Director and I traded emails aboutpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-72852621176665866052017-01-15T21:36:00.002-06:002017-01-15T21:36:46.341-06:00present and futureThe week ended oddly. Unnecessary work drama abound. I hate drama and work drama is the worst.
Earlier this week, I was informed by my manager that the client complained to my VP about me. More importantly, the conversation ended with a statement about my manager being unsure if the VP would do something irrational. Reading between the lines I knew that meant I could very well be fired next weekpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-13182955438172161052017-01-10T22:16:00.002-06:002017-01-10T22:16:53.867-06:00trulyPeace, true peace became a part of my daily existence from the moment I touched down in India. Since my return, each day, several times a day, I find myself sitting and pondering who the hell have I become. I have never been so calm, so unfazed by day-to-day pettiness. Truly, I have returned from India transformed.
The whole situation at the office is nothing short of a hot mess. Before Decemberpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-77880157194984418342017-01-09T21:49:00.003-06:002017-01-09T21:49:43.635-06:00central park revelationsJaipur Journal Flashback from Thursday 22 December 2016....
Listening to the afternoon call to prayer in the distance, I sit on the ground in Jaipur Central Park connected to the earth under the Indian flag that is moving ever so subtly in the warm sun soaked air.
This 4 kilometers have served as a walking meditation of my time here. From the moment I landed on Indian soil, I have beenpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-22513268913949294442017-01-08T14:31:00.001-06:002017-01-08T14:31:46.725-06:00surprises in the taj mahal tea leavesYesterday through the never ending leftovers of the yucky snow accumulation, I ventured in a northwesterly direction to Boulder in hunt of a well stocked Indian grocer. Tucked away in a sleepy little strip mall, I stumbled onto a little taste of India complete with the heavenly aromas that haunts my memories.
I slowly wandered the aisles seeking out the items on my list while being washed over patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-90283316188526812042017-01-07T15:02:00.003-06:002017-01-07T15:02:29.510-06:00inshallahI look down at my left hand to carefully examine my palm. Only ever so faint traces of the henna are still barely detectable near the heel of my hand. The beautiful, delicate henna design has served as my measure of time since I can physically watch time slip away with the pigment placed on my skin.
My heart aches at the faintness of the art, the mark of love that once adorned my palm. Sadness patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-38446560380545783042016-12-27T06:31:00.000-06:002016-12-27T06:31:14.041-06:00incredible indiaIt's been awhile since I have visited this little corner of the universe.
Ballroom has been out of my life for over a year. Life has basically consisted of working way to much. However, my international travel has picked back up this year and my passport has been getting exercised.
Sunday I returned from a holiday in northern India. I booked the two week trip at the beginning of November, aboutpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-83426405833502944302015-10-08T22:08:00.002-05:002015-10-08T22:08:50.467-05:00compatibility... astrologically and otherwiseSo another evening with Ballroom has transpired.
I adore the man. I honestly and truly do.
There isn't any pretense. No guessing. No wondering. Not a hint of a game.
Simply this awesome flow of acceptance and understanding.
Just openness and honesty.
Ballroom was super cute as he read to me about our astrological compatibility. He did censor part of it by openly stating he was skipping over patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-74959885939431639922015-09-27T14:05:00.002-05:002015-09-27T14:05:45.481-05:00strictly ballroomIt's been awhile since I have sat down and dedicated a bit of time to this little corner of my world.
So much has happened. A brand spanking new amazing job. An amazing man stepped onto the scene. Making friends in the Mile High City continues to be a challenge. The house remodel continues.
The new job opened the doorway for the new man to take hold in my world. His name is Ballroom. With 99% patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-63302183591682600402014-10-15T17:26:00.000-05:002014-10-15T17:26:06.520-05:00maybesHe avoided me all day.
Johnny never lets an opportunity to even simply pop his head in my office and say hi.
Today - post-text message - was pure avoidance.
Maybe I misread the road signs.
Maybe he rethought the situation.
Or maybe I am over thinking again.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe the maybes plague me more than they should.patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-6425965097193940052014-10-14T21:26:00.001-05:002014-10-14T21:26:37.814-05:00the next phaseI do love my job. The project, the people, the commute, the paycheck. Simply everything. I dwell in amazement that I quite literally got everything I wanted with this job.
We all know I am slow when it comes to men, so the fact that I figured this situation out in less than a year is absolutely stellar. There is a man at Disneyland that is interested in me. He isn't some geeky cast-off or short patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-67093841804307364582014-09-28T20:38:00.001-05:002014-10-15T17:20:45.680-05:00updateLive has been busy here in Adventureland.
At the beginning of June, I was relieved of the funemplpyment status. A position I applied for on a whim due to its close location turned into the everything-I-asked-for position. I love going there every day even though it is not easy or pretty - I simply love it and refer to it as "the happiest place on Earth," Disneyland.
Things with Nelsonpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-24715163472266120122014-04-15T09:53:00.003-05:002014-04-15T09:53:30.019-05:00oinkWhile I am coping fairly well with the layoff, or fUNemployment as I am calling it these days, my food consumption choices have been dismal. I refuse to step on the scale because my loose clothes aren't as loose and I quite frankly don't want to see the number.
Last week I started returning to normal programming. No more going over to my parents' house to graze on all their bad foods. patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-35516955799040414922014-04-13T16:44:00.002-05:002014-04-13T16:44:31.616-05:00last thing i expectedMarch 31st was my last day at The Ranch.
On Tuesday April 1, I awoke feeling free. Not the feeling I expected at all. Since then, I have been watchful, awaiting fear and panic to knock on my door. Neither has shown up. In fact, only torrents of relief, happy anticipation, and calmness are my frequent visitors. I welcome them with open arms even though I have completely surprised myself.&patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-50466080798377623542014-03-11T17:09:00.001-05:002014-03-11T17:09:13.332-05:00forks in the roadLife changed on Thursday 28 February. I dialed into a conference call where I was informed that I was laid off.
Since late last summer, I had an inkling that if there was a layoff, I would be number one on the list due to incestuous nature of my current team. I knew I was the odd man out, which was precisely why I had been actively looking for an internal transfer.
Needless to say, patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-72777454672710846052013-11-25T11:40:00.002-06:002013-11-25T11:42:10.307-06:00overloadFor the past month or so, weekends have been jam-packed with activities. So much so that when Monday rolls in, I feel a sense of relief that my dull little routine will allow for some very necessary rest. This weekend proved no exception.
Continually busy, I simply rolled from commitment to commitment. While it was fun, I do need to be better about ensuring I do carve in weekend down time. I patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-64475842223681594882013-11-20T16:39:00.001-06:002013-11-25T11:42:39.649-06:00a pleasant surpriseThis evening marks my sixth date with Nelson. This encounter has caught me by surprise as on the surface Nelson is not what I typically go far, specifically, he isn't tall. But oh is he nice, kind, and so sincere. Conversation flows so easily and time passes so quickly when we are together. It is wonderful.
I feel so at ease with him. There is none of the angst that I had clearly gotten so usedpatsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-61450810687157924512013-11-05T07:53:00.000-06:002013-11-05T07:57:09.115-06:00follow though, otherwise known as a refreshing changeThis weekend I attended a few Halloween parties. I knew relatively no one at either, but I felt the need to get the sewing machine out and concoct a costume. Ah, how I love sewing. Especially when I have an idea and simply construct without a pattern. The perfect synergy of creativity and problem solving!
Because I wanted to wear my fabulous blue wig, there was only one costume choice: Katy patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-53634702219941036092013-11-04T06:00:00.000-06:002013-11-05T07:57:43.357-06:00thirty days have novemberHoly cow! November is here. Sadly, that means a whole bunch of things in my world and only one of them is that the year is almost over.
November marks my birthday and the anniversary of Lulu's death. Two big things that make me realize how fleeting life truly is. Especially since this will be my last year in my thirties. Now that is a scary thought!
Since all my friends are in Austin, this patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252214.post-68637114275556910602013-09-10T17:18:00.000-05:002013-09-10T17:18:15.326-05:00daily grindNo Bernard stories for y'all as he did not come out on Friday night. At least I looked cute and did enjoy myself regardless.
Work has been busier than usual, which has taken my mind away from such frivolous things as Bernard. Even though I am feeling an itty bit better about the day-to-day work activities, along comes an unnecessary sucker punch that full on reminds me that I must look for patsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08126772970187670156noreply@blogger.com1