Becoming an AUNT!!!

Now that I am going to be an aunt to this little blob....(affectionately named that by my brother-in-law, Brian)....

...I feel that it is necessary to figure out what being a good aunt is all about. Lucky for me, I happen to have a pretty damn good mentor for this task, my Aunt (and God-Mother) Linda!

I have to say that I lucked out with this one! Not only has she spoiled me rotten since I could walk, she turned out to be a pretty amazing friend too. I really admire her.

I have many favorite memories with my aunt, but one that sticks out in my head is when I was 14, I went to visit my aunt, uncle and cousin Sarah in Detroit, MI over the summer. I think I spent 3 weeks there. My cousin was only 10 months old. My aunt let me make Sarah a birthday cake for her "10 month birthday" because I wasn't going to be around to celebrate her 1st birthday. That whole summer was so much fun, but for some reason, spending time with my aunt, making that cake really sticks out in my head!

Aunty Linda is a mother, wife, sister, nurse and an overall amazing woman and has come to be one of my closest friends. No matter what...I know if I need her I can call...even if it has been a billion years since we have talked. Which now that I am older and have a job and her kids (my beautiful cousins, Sarah and Abi) are older too, keeping her busy...it seems like we talk less and less and that, my friends, makes me sad. I wish we lived closer.

So this is what I have learned from my aunt...ways to be a great aunt...

• Always send birthday cards (to this day-I am fairly certain that she has never missed one)


• Always be available to talk...she once told me that she is only a phonecall away...always has been.


• Always be generous...never has my aunt put herself first.


• Always be genuine and be true to yourself.


• Have determination...hell the woman went back to school for her nursing degree with 2 kids and a husband


• Have faith--in our lives, a great many things happen that make you constantly question Why? I may not be very religious, but she reminds me that there are reasons for everything.

So all in all, I am hoping that I turn out to be half the aunt to my little niece or nephew that my Aunt Linda has been to me!

Don't judge a book by it's cover...

So there is this lady around Drew's apartment complex that I don't like! She has two small dogs that she walks and a stray cat that follows her around. I only know that it is a stray cat because another neighbor...a nice neighbor...told me that she feeds it and that it is a stray and it just follows her around when she is walking her dogs. Funny isn't it? Anyway...off the subject. This woman just looks mean. When she sees you coming, she literally turns the other way...I am not kidding! I always thought she was just being antisocial or didn't like the look of us. But today, I realized that I was sorely mistaken.
Let me first start by saying that it was a beautiful day here in AZ...probably about 80 degrees when I picked up Motley and took him for a walk. We were laying in the grass, enjoying the sun, when Madame Snub came out with her two terriers and her cat...they were not on a leash. No big deal right? Well...Motley wasn't on the leash either, so he, of course decided to be the friendly pug that he is. He ran after the dogs, saw the cat...chased the cat....all while I am apologizing profusely. The lady (whose name I still do not know) politely said, "it's okay...I was more worried about my dogs being mean to yours." And with that, she and I proceeded to have an hour long conversation and I, thus learned that this woman was in fact, not mean and rude at all, but was worried about her dogs being mean and rude! So that's what I get for making assumptions about people!

AND--as a bonus, she put something in my head, without even thinking about it. See, my mom read my blog about Perfection earlier and being the sweet mother that she is, she emailed me and said something along the lines of, "You have thought about med. school and interior design and all of these other things, but have you ever considered being a writer?"--and a few other really nice things. Anyway, that got my brain thinking. Well...when I was talking to my new-found friend this afternoon, she was telling me about her daughter, who was an English major (like me), became an attorney (not like me) and decided that she wanted to do something more creative. So she quit her job and is now at USC (yuck-Trojans) for a Masters in Screenwriting. Just weird that here I am, thinking about a new possibility and this woman, who I am speaking to completely out of the blue tells me this! Very weird.

Then, I spent the rest of the afternoon researching writing jobs....is this possibly something that I am interested in? We shall see I suppose!

My pet peeve...

...One of the things that drives me crazy the most is this...smokers who throw their cigarettes out their car windows. I understand that you don't want to have that smelliness in your car, but I don't want it polluting my world either! I saw someone do it on the way to work this morning and it just makes me want to scream! Really there is no excuse for this!...I mean it is considered trash right? If you wouldn't throw cans and garbage and other waste out your window, why do you think it is okay to throw cigarette butts out your window? It is your choice to smoke...and I am not here to preach or lecture on the virtues of not smoking, because, well, you would have to be living in a cave to not know how dangerous it is to smoke and if you make a calculated decision to light one up...that's on you. But for crying-out-loud, do you need to dirty up the streets with cigarette butts? I mean really...I can't even take Motley on a walk without him trying to get into the butts on the street! THEY ARE EVERYWHERE...which brings me to my next point. My good friend Ryan, who is smoker, says that if he throws his cigarette butts out the window it gives street cleaners something to do--keeps them employed. My answer to this is...if that were true, there would be no butts on the streets because they would all be getting cleaned up! That's a lame excuse to be lazy in my opinion (sorry Ry--but I told you this already) My other friend told me that they don't make ashtrays in cars anymore...to this I say, that's not my problem!!! Keep your smoke and your butts to yourself and in your own car!!! Not that I think that me getting upset at this subject matters in the least...on the way home from work today, it is almost guaranteed that I will see someone do it again!!!

Perfection

The quest to be perfect is a very frustrating endeavor. I realized the extent of this frustration when I was at yoga this morning, reaching for the perfect pose and failing to attain it. But, you see, yoga is not about the perfect pose or moving and bending without flaw. It is about being in the moment and reaching inner peace with what your mind and body can do. The moment you feel that your body is in the "perfect" position, stretch further, reach more, push harder. There is no perfection in yoga...there is only gaining just a little bit more so that your mind and body can reach a new experience. Yet, I still get super frustrated when I lose my balance or can't lock my knees straight or just can't get the pose just right (well I guess there is no right is there?).

Why do we yearn for this unattainable perfection? We are all human and we are not meant to be perfect right? Yet, so many of us are not okay, not satisfied with less than perfect. That is why the term "perfectionist" exists. We want everything to be in it's place, doing the right thing, at the right time, in the right way...or we are unhappy. I am certainly one of those people. I cannot and will not leave well enough alone...oh no, "well enough" is meant to be polished until it is shiny, not tarnished in the least, set in the perfect ray of sun so that the light hits it just right and only then will I accept it...because then I will consider it perfect.

But how ofter do we really achieve perfection? I rarely do, I know that much. And then I beat myself up for having failed to reach the unattainable goal of perfection, when in reality...what I did was quite a feat in itself and should probably be acknowledged as such.

Why are we, as humans, so unsatisfied with the road to perfection. The tireless trek to reach the top of the mountain is not easy. If we reach the top of that mountain, should we just ignore the hike it took to get there? And if we don't reach the top, does that really make us a failure or does it simply mean that we are not meant to get to the top of that mountain because, after all, we are only human.