Thursday, November 10, 2011

Palm Reading & Other Nonsense.

Have I ever told you about the time that I accidentally-ish had my palms read?

A few months ago I was in Houston for about a week at a work conference.  I went out a few days early to go on a tour of Galveston Island with other meeting planners and so in consequence ended up making a few friends.  When I say that I made a few friends I typically don't mean that my friends are even close to my own age.  There is usually a huge age gap with people in my industry - you are either straight out of college, have grandkids, or are a gay man.  Ok maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but not by much.  Anyway - a lot of the friends that I make on work trips are much older than me.  For those who know me well, this is no huge shock.  

I became friends with 3 ladies in particular who were all grandmothers and from various parts of the country.  They loved me.  They told me constantly things along the lines of: "If my son weren't married, I'd set you up with him!"  Old ladies are always entertaining and I frequently get invited to do things with them.  So I spent 5 days with these ladies and the last night they invited me to dinner.  I overheard two of them talking before we went to the restaurant that the other one had read their palms earlier that day.  I was surprised to say the least.  I mean - I don't know any other women with 5 grandkids who lives in Palm Beach with her third husband who reads palms.  Maybe I am just ignorant.

Over dinner one of them brought up the palm reading and curiosity got the best of me.  I asked my friend if she would read my palms.  She got very serious and grabbed my hands.

*Related Tangent* - I shouldn't don't believe in psychics.  I used a ouija board when I was in the 6th grade with my best friend and when I told my mom about it, she said two things:
1. Don't do that ever again.
2. I used a ouija board with my friends when I was in elementary school and it told me I'd marry Bill.  
My dad's name is Bill.  Also, needless to say, my best friend in the 6th grade did not marry her crush, Hunter, as we were told by the ouija board.  Obviously I am thereby curiously skeptical about their powers.  I also think that psychics in general are creepy and I have no interest in giving anyone my money to tell me something that may or may not be true.  When someone that you have come to mildly trust over a 5 day period is looking at your palms though, it is harder to be skeptical.  Also, I was not paying her for her services.  

Back to having my palms read:

I don't remember a lot of what she said to me, but a few things stick out in my mind.  She told me that my life line was the longest she had ever seen.  My mom's great grandmother lived to be 104.  My dad's mom is going to be 98 next month and unless her gangbuster neighbors take her out in the next 2 years, she's going to make it to 100 quite easily.  I just might live forever with those genes.  Then she started looking very closely at some lines on my palm and held them over the candlelight to get a better view and got very excited.  She said to me: "I have never seen this before!  Wow!  What a lucky girl!"  I was obviously very curious at this point and then she looked into my eyes and said "You are never going to get married.  How fun!  You'll never have to be tied down to a man!  But you will have one child."  Then she dropped my hands and picked up her glass of wine and asked someone a question like she had not just shattered my eternal life plans.

Now you should know that I'm not blogging about this to get sympathy comments and emails.  It happened about 6 months ago and I haven't shed any tears or had any sleepless nights.  I don't think about it very often because even if it is true, I still like men and how will I ever get pregnant if I give up completely?

What are your thoughts on this?  Fess up if you've ever used a ouija board and had something come true.  Just be anonymous in case your mom reads this.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

My latest dating rant

Today I read an excerpt from Mindy Kaling's new book.
When men hear women want a commitment, they think it means commitment to a romantic relationship, but that’s not it. It’s a commitment to not floating around anymore. I want a guy who is entrenched in his own life. Entrenched is awesome.
So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, picture-hanging man. I don’t care if he takes prescription drugs for cholesterol or hair loss. (I don’t want that, but I can handle it. I’m a grown-up too.)
Obviously I bought it.  I shouted "Amen" in my head when I read it.

And for my lady readers, here is a great link to an article I saw on my friend's facebook page recently.  50 universal truths about men.  I found it interesting.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

An Anniversary

Two years ago today, I sent out the following email:

Friends & Family-
I don't want to make this long, but I wanted to share with all of you that I finished my first marathon today. Most of you knew about it, but yes. Read that sentence again. I ran a marathon. (And am alive to tell you about it!) ha! When it was pouring down rain at 6am when we got in the bus to go to Marathon, I was slightly discouraged. We had a two hours wait in the rain before the start and took refuge in a burned out apartment building. And the pouring rain didn't stop until at least mile 10. Starting a race like that isn't ideal for sure. True to form I made a few friends along the way - John from Canada who is a Team Diabetes coach ran about 5 or 6 miles with me when we were going up the worst part of the hill, and Melanie from France and I ran/walked the last 5 miles and even finished at the same time.
My time was horrible and we can talk about that later, but I just wanted to send out a huge thank you to everyone who encouraged me along the way. I felt so much love today and I'm just grateful that even though I was running "alone", I had so many people cheering me on from around the world. Few people are as lucky.
Oh - I've also learned that getting emotional when I'm at mile 20 might lead to a temporary case of asthma. That's what I like - to constantly learn new things about myself. We're off to Santorini tomorrow - should be awesome.
Love you all.

This has caused me to reflect on a few things. Initially this race always makes me think of this. Which then of course makes me think of this and this. And which then how can I not remember this and THIS. Time to lay down? Yes, I think so.

Conversations with Uzi

This is an excerpt from a conversation I had with Kristy a few days ago about how my day went.

I thought about transcribing this more, but with very few edits, here you go.

me: so this morning i worked from home
which means not working and running errands, obviously
so i wake up around 7:30
and decide to go running
not sure how far i went
a few miles
we'll say around 3
i put some laundry in before i left
i get home around 8:30 and take a shower
i had a call at 10
so i get ready
finish the laundry, etc
at 10 i get online
and my boss says that i missed the call - it was at 9
Kristy: shut up!
me: so then i send him a screenshot of my appointment request that said 10am
so that he doesn't think i just missed it
not my fault
so then i have a chiro appointment at 10:30
so i throw my pink hoodie on and run out the door
meanwhile i text whatshisname to see if he wants to grab lunch at 11:30 before i get on the train 
my chiropractor was running late or something bc i laid there forever before she came in  
so i get out of there around 11:10
whatshisname has now called and texted
i tell him to meet me at chipotle by my house and i will meet him there
btw - i have not yet packed
then i realize that i have to drop something by the office - a gift for my boss since he is running the marathon on sunday here
(oh hells bells!)
so i run by the office and drop my stuff off
then i literally run to the subway
just miss the express
hop on the local
there is a delay
so i finally get out of the subway and luckily find whatshisname walking the wrong direction from chipotle
my train was at 12:25
at this point it was 11:45
he runs over and is like - forget food - lets just get you on the train
so we go to my apartment and he puts some soup in the microwave
while i am PACKING
i have clean laundry all over my bed
so then we start eating soup at 12
he is panicked
i'm like - whatever! i'll make the train!
Kristy: haaaa ha ha haaaa
me: so we leave
he carries my suitcase 
so i hop on the subway
and he goes to get a bus
then i start realizing that i might not make the train
i get to penn station, try to print my ticket, and it won't let me
so i get in the customer service line - its like 12:24
there are like 12 people in front of me
so i call the lady who booked my ticket to tell her there's some problem and i'm missing my train
so i finally get up to the window and by then the lady has rebooked my ticket for the 1pm train
and the guy at the window prints it out for me and tells me that my train was actually at 12
of course it was
Kristy: HAAAAA, shut up!!
this is hilarious!
me:here is my text exchange with whatshisname:  me: so. my train was at 12. got confused with my train back to new york. haha. they put me on the 1pm with no problem. oh we could have finished our soup. LOL
whatshisname: haha well you are having a very consistent day at least :)
me: so true.