Whiskey Notes and Parachuting Fish

Anchors

Vegasbab — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 02:55:09 +0000

I’ve been traveling a lot lately. I think I might be searching for something. Maybe I’m lost or maybe I lost something. To be honest, I’m not sure. It’s nice and at the same time, it’s a (sometimes painful) reminder that I’m really great at walking away from anything within 30 seconds flat.

The saying goes, “… on the wild nights no one can call you home except the one who knows your name.” The things that can call you home are your anchors. They are unique and special, and, at least for me, don’t come along very often. This weekend, I unexpectedly found what I think may be my anchor. The only question is, will I be strong enough to let it keep me tethered?

Finding Me

Vegasbab — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 04:48:24 +0000

I’ve been doing a lot of traveling and searching lately. With it, I figured it was time to make some additions to my list of 25 Random Things. Here goes nothing…

I love flip flops. I love heels too, but I could wear flip flops every day of my life and be happy
I dislike snobby, pretentious and rude people
I’d rather eat an In-n-Out burger or play beer pong at a dive bar than go to a fancy restaurant or a high maintenance event. Beer and good friends will do just fine
I hate what social media has done to us as a society. It was much nicer when we spent more quality time with real people in person or picked up the phone when we wanted to talk
I don’t like wearing earrings, but I do because my mom always said you were naked without them
I think a girl looks sexier in pj pants then lingerie
I love the people in my life who can sit with me for long stretches in silence. No phones, no TV, just silence
I like insanely cheesy movies
I can still walk away from anything in my life in 30 seconds. A part of me is saddened by this
I love perfectly painted toenails, but I hate perfectly painted fingernails
Staying for breakfast still scares the hell out of me. To me, it’s the kinkiest thing you can do
I’d rather be an ice cream maker than a Barista
I LOVE big cities, but I also LOVE small towns
I don’t know what my “thing” is. I wish I had one
Scobby Doo, Spiderman and The Beatles have been ruined for me. How do you go on loving things when they always make you think of people who hurt you?
Sometimes, I wonder if I’ve ever really been in love. On the flip side, I wonder if anyone’s really loved me. I see what others do for the ones they really love and since no one has done that for me, well…
I’m always scared and scream, but I love carnival rides
I’m impulsive and give in to what I want. A lot. I wish I had more self control. Most of the time, I regret not holding out
I love trashy romance novels and spy stories. It’s one of my ways of unplugging, shutting off my head and escaping
While I have a gift for writing, I have no desire to write a book like everyone else seems to. I wouldn’t mind editing a friend’s, but writing my own book is not on my bucket list
I admire and envy the people who never look back and can walk away from friends. I don’t know if I’m too loyal, care too much or am just plain stupid
The thing that scares me most about being pregnant is that my feet will get bigger and stay that way. I love my tiny feet. Besides my nose, they’re my favorite body part
I love kids. They are these amazing, tiny people who always help you see clearer.
I have horrible hand-eye coordination. I’m self conscious about it. Yet, my horse skills are amazing. Not sure how
One day, maybe my birthday wish will come true. One day.

Bright Lights

Vegasbab — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 00:56:09 +0000

I’m enthralled by bright lights. Maybe this is why.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live.

Help

Vegasbab — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 05:56:37 +0000

“I’m worried about you.”
“Me too.”

Real Soulmates

Vegasbab — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 01:43:29 +0000

I’ve been doing a lot of traveling and searching lately. On my latest trip, I decided to cave and read, Eat, Pray Love. I feel like a lemming following the masses. I also feel the book is a bit cheesy. That’s the pessimist in me talking. On the other hand, the book is helping me to realize and get through some tough times. It’s helping me to realize that I am not alone in my feelings.

During the Pray part of the book, Ms. Gilbert talks about soulmates:

People think a soulmate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soulmate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soulmate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soulmates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soulmates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…

The passage made me rethink my thoughts on Friends Indeed. I’ve always taken the defense – that most of the time, I’ve been the friend indeed, especially this last time. But, maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe I was the one more in need. Maybe this person was supposed to help me tear down my walls and break my rules so that once again I could transform my life and start anew.

Elizabeth Gilbert > quotes

See if your friends have read any of Elizabeth Gilbert’s books.

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”

Forgiveness

Vegasbab — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:50:21 +0000

Forgiveness is a funny thing. Wikipedia says it is typically defined as the process of concluding resentment, indignation or anger as a result of a perceived offense, difference or mistake, and/or ceasing to demand punishment or restitution. My whole life, I’ve waited and waited for others to forgive me for the wrongs that I did to them. Yet, most of the time, people don’t easily or on their own say, “I forgive you”, even when asked.

Today I realized that if you think that someone needs to say, “I forgive you” for you to move on, you’re wrong. The real person who you need forgiveness from is yourself. It’s not the other person holding you back or torturing you, it’s you.

In thinking about it, the Jews have been slyly doing this for centuries. It’s called Yom Kippur. On this day, you’re supposed to publicly and privately ask forgiveness of everyone you wronged throughout the year. At one point in the service, you even hit your chest ten times as you ask for forgiveness. On this day, everyone you ask forgiveness from is supposed to accept it and provide forgiveness. Then, by the end of the day, you are absolved not only by your fellow human beings, but also by God. It’s genius. These people have set aside a whole day once a year where they “must” forgive themselves. Yet, it is designed so they feel like others are forgiving them. With that belief they are thus able to forgive themselves.

This year, Yom Kippur starts at sundown on September 17. But, I’m starting early. Today, I’m forgiving myself instead of waiting. Because, in life, the only person who can make you feel bad or guilty or worthless is yourself. The only person who can keep you in “jail” is yourself.

Dear Me,

I forgive you.

Love,

No

Vegasbab — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 04:56:08 +0000

I’ve read a lot of posts lately about the word “no”. People always seem to blog about the same things. It intrigues and annoys me to no end. But, that is a topic for another day. Today’s post is about the word “no” and some of my favorite thoughts from the posts I’ve been reading:

No means you stand for something.
No means that you’re not there to appease.
No means you’re not a pushover.

No means you’re brave.
No means you don’t accept the situation as is.
No means you have options.

No means you have the power.

People like to be liked and hate to be hated. And the easiest way to achieve that is to say “Yes.” But there are times when “No” is much more powerful. It means you won’t compromise. It means you’re striving for the best. It means you don’t accept the easy out. So don’t be afraid to say “No.”

Friends Indeed

Vegasbab — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 04:50:17 +0000

My fifth grade teacher taught me the meaning of the phrase, “a friend in need, is a friend indeed.” I can’t quite remember what she said, but I do remember how I felt after – disbelief and hurt. I didn’t want to believe the lesson she had imparted. I didn’t want to believe that my friendship was built on a “need” that both us had and, that as soon as one of us didn’t have that need anymore, we would no longer be friends. In essence, the ride would be over.

Strangely, many of my “best friends” have been this type of friend. While they never stay for more than a few years, each taught an invaluable lesson. I think that these types of friendships come into our lives not because we want them to, but rather to help us, to hurt us, to leave us, to love us and to make us into the person we were meant to be.

While each and every one of these friendships have left a scar, they have also mended some sort of “need”. Cheers to those who come along for a ride in our lives and help (or hurt) us when we need it most!

Blog Love

Vegasbab — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 23:10:08 +0000

I love my blog. Maybe that’s a little narcissistic to say, but I do. I won’t share the story of why or how I started it, but I love it nonetheless. Throughout the years, it has been a constant that has grown with me. It’s been my “twitter” of short posts before I knew what twitter was. It’s been my place to rant and bare my soul. My blog has been the keeper of favorite links, adventures and mistakes left best forgotten. It’s also been a place to talk about social media, advertising, mobile and more. To me, the mixture is what makes the ups and downs and sides to sides of life. To me, the mixture is me.

I’ve been thinking about what form this blog will take on next. I have a few ideas up my sleeve. These days, I don’t rant much. And, I also don’t talk about social media often. There’s just too much noise and others talking about the same old things. Nor do I talk about work much. Maybe because I’m not doing much of it lately. Either way, I think this blog will transform again. I’d say buckle up, but I’m not quite ready to play it safe, so why should you

True Originals

Vegasbab — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 22:41:15 +0000

I won’t deny it, I’m a sucker for most alcohol campaigns. I don’t know why, but to me, they are so well done, so sharp and put together.

The latest, is True Originals. It’s an interesting campaign. One with a url, trueoriginals.com, that redirects to Facebook, not a website. To me, the strangest thing is not a single video nor the Facebook page is branded Bacardi. I looked hard, the bottles in the back of the bar aren’t all Bacardi. The bottle that the bartender pours from has its label hidden. Strange, no? The other odd piece is that the main Bacardi Facebook page and site make little mention of the campaign, as if it’s just one of many, which I suppose it is Nevertheless, it’s one I fell in love with.

Here’s one of the four. Enjoy!