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So on Friday this happened:

 

 

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By the time I realized I was almost to my bus so had to take a taxi home and than a taxi to work ( I missed my bus!)  It was an embarrassing and expensive mistake.

A year ago I would have arrived at work fuming and frazzled but on Friday I could laugh at myself. Out loud.   Instead of fretting about the money I was ” wasting” I  decided to treat myself to a nice coffee shop latte before I headed back to work and I even took a photo of the disaster and posted it on social media. Perhaps most reassuringly several people confessed — ” I thought it was just me that did things like that!”

It was only in the evening that I had a chance to realize that my response showed how much has changed ( improved!) in the last year. How can I not ❤ that I can now laugh at myself?

 

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While I did my undergraduate degree in Australia I learnt most of my Aussie slang from my friend Eliza.  Particularly mystifying to me as a foreigner was the Australian fondness for using  diminutives, so university was uni, football was footy and arvo meant afternoon. (Quick aside no surprise then that the word “selfie” was coined here). Most amusingly Eliza referred to those intense, late-night heart to hearts that is so typical  for college student as “D & Ms,” short for “deep and meaningful” she explained.

Later during my Arizona days Sarah picked up the term from me– equally amused by the thought of reducing something that felt profound to an abbreviation.  Needless to say Sarah and I had many a D & M during my Arizona days. Now we talk far less frequently BUT I love that our conversations retain the same level of depth and intensity. Its seems that no matter how long its been since we last talk we have no problem slipping back into familiarity and earnestness that I have yet to get to with any friends in Bhutan.

But even more than that I love that our  D &M have always swung from the profound to the absurd, the deeply felt to the almost frivolous. In some ways I love that our friendship and our conversations have always accommodated both ends of the spectrum.

 

So what I love this week is the long over-due D &M Sarah and I had this morning. We talked about stomach churning office politics, current anxieties and fear and then “The Real Housewives of Melbourne.”

 

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Yes, you read that right, ” The Real Housewives of Melbourne.”  And as we always do, we treated the show we level of analysis and seriousness that we bring to everything else we  D&M-ed about.

And I love that. I love that so much.

I was feeling a little rejected and dejected today after yet another less then promising  encounter with someone I really really wanted to get to know better (apparently that feeling is not so mutual) .

 

As thought she read my mind a friend posted something on facebook  that reminded me that its okay if not everyone likes you, that this isn’t an indication that there is something wrong with you. Better yet another friend heartily endorsed that sentiment.

Here is the post and some of our comments:

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So besides some fun facebook banter ( which I also love), I love the reminder that someone not liking you is not an excuse for self-pity or self-doubt.

 

Now pour me a drink!

Every winter in Bhutan I miss the mild warmth of Arizona at that time of year but in the spring time when Thimphu turns pink and white and yellow and neon green, I am happy to be here.

 

When I lived in Eastern Bhutan about four years ago I spent all spring pointing out flowers and tree and interesting plants. Finally one of my friends ( who was often the person I was addressed when I said, ” look at that flower!”)  asked me if I thought I was John Keats ( the English romantic poet). Honestly I am not even that familiar with his poetry but it was such an unexpectedly funny comment that its continues to be an inside joke that comes back every spring.

Here is what he put on my Facebook wall as soon as things started to bloom in Eastern Bhutan ( where he sadly still lives, a two day car ride away)

 

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Inside jokes, specially long standing ones like this one are such a mood booster. I can’t even explain why but this made me smile for days.

It took me a couple of days to put my response up on Facebook. I have to say that having an excuse to take spring time photos is no hardship!

 

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Spring time and old inside jokes are a combination I have come to love and they both make me so hopefully about all the potential that the year has for beauty, for friendship and for fun.  I love that feelings so much. So much.

This I really really ❤

 

 

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Last Saturday we woke up to the first snow of the year. Here is Rocklee considering the snow fall from our back door…
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The snow fall was not very heavy but it was the first snow of 2014.  Here is our patio with a dusting of snow.
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We decided this was the perfect excuse to stay indoors,light a fire and watch movies. Here is my sister, Rocklee and Kitty taking a nap in the warmest room of the house.
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Rocklee did spend some time outdoors getting wet and so he came back in smelling not so great. Here he is climbing on the couch for some family time while everyone else is covering their nose!

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After several years of mild Arizona winters I most definitely do not love winter cold but the excuse the snow gave us to slow down and relax and just hang out, I do ❤  that, I ❤ that a lot.

Everything Will Be Better

Spray painted on the wall at the old NPR HQ, just before the move to the new building.

I’ve been remiss. For six months, I’ve had access to this joint blog with a really great friend, and I haven’t managed to post ONE thing that I <3. Part of it is because in a lot of ways, it’s been a tough six months. But no matter how tough it’s been, or how much I’ve been working, or how much I think I struggle with finding this to smile about, the reality is there are a lot of things in my life that I <3, and that I’m grateful for.

So in an attempt to make up for lost time, I am posting a list of things that I have <3ed in the six last months, along with a promise to myself and to Dolma that I will find and post lots more things, lots more regularly.

Springtime in DC

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When I moved to DC, the thing I was least looking forward to was winter. Growing up in Arizona, I got spoiled with constant sunshine, and T-shirt weather (or for Sarah: the possibility for cute clothes weather) pretty much year round. And as it turned out, winter was just as bad as I had thought. For me, it’s cold and dark and depressing. But the thing that I wasn’t expecting was just how amazingly beautiful spring would be. (I guess when you don’t have an intense winter, you also don’t have as intense a spring.) The relief of the warmth, the beauty of the sun, the happiness that longer days bring and the incredible awe of everything blooming really is amazing. And in DC, it’s particularly spectacular. While it’s easy to scoff at people who are so enthralled by DC’s cherry blossoms, it’s also wonderful to be able to take a walk on a spring day, and enjoy them. And they’re only in bloom for a week or two, so you really appreciate them while they last. My bf and I got a chance to take a really nice walk around the Tidal Basin when they were open, and I snapped this on my freakin’ cell phone. In person they’re even more stunning.

Spending Time Outside

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This seems like such a simple one. But I realized that I don’t do it enough. And especially when I work weekends/overnights (ESPECIALLY in the winter!), it’s so easy to wind up waking up late to an empty apartment, and spend my day inside. But I’m trying to do it more often. So I’ve gone “hiking” a few times at Great Falls. (I put hiking in quotes because it’s far less strenuous for people who are more in shape than me…mostly it’s walking around outside. But dammit there are big hills!) Great Falls is on the Maryland/Virginia border, and it’s where the Potomac River actually builds enough power to cascade into beautiful waterfalls. So gorgeous. And I’ve been lucky enough to have a few friends visit from out of town that I can share the beauty with, and won’t make fun of how easy I get out of breath.

Having Friends Close By That I Can Be Silly With

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One of the things that’s hardest for me right now is having my closest friends scattered so far across the globe. I’m finding that not only is it hard to make new friends as we get older, but I’m reminded that it takes a long time, often years and years, to feel the kind of closeness that you do in a deep friendship. And while I’ve had a tough time with this in DC, I’m really grateful that I’m developing that kind of bond with a few incredible women. This is a picture of me and two of my closest DC friends. Sadly for me, one of them is getting ready to move to Minnesota for a fantastic job. But before she leaves, the other friend in this picture threw her a Marx-themed going away party. (Marx brothers, not Karl… The Marx Brothers have always been her favorites.) They asked everyone to come as their favorite Marx brother. I didn’t actually dress the part, but when I got there, the two of them had the Groucho face paint on. They asked me as I was coming through the door if I would do it too, and I said, “Sure! I’m in!” Then they told me that they had also asked everyone else who had come, and everyone else declined… So when I see this picture, it makes me really happy. It’s been a while since I’ve had so much fun at a party, and since I felt like I could just be myself in public enough to be this silly and unpretentious. I love it. (Extra note for Dolma: As we were driving home through a pretty cool part of town, we were stopped at a stop light and a woman crossing the street caught a glimpse of me. She immediately looked at her friend and screamed, “What the FUCK is that?!?”)

Going To Good Shows With Good People

The Black SparksPartly because my work schedule is as unpredictable and irregular as it is, I don’t get to (or feel like) going out to shows nearly as much as I used to, which is kind of a bummer because that used to be something that I did at least two to three times a week, if not four or five. (And half the time I had the luxury of my job “requiring” me to go!!) But making myself get out of the apartment even when I’m tired has been a good thing, and it totally pays off in the case of most shows. This blurry picture was taken at a Bethesda Youth Show. Their motto on Facebook is, “Teens providing other teens with a safe community and artistic opportunities.” This is a killer teenage punk band called The Black Sparks. They’re amazing and high energy, and totally encapsulate the spirit of punk rock. And when I was at this show, I noticed a group of teenage girls in the very front of the crowd. And I thought about how twenty years ago, girls in the front of a punk show was rare. And the girls and women of the riot grrrl movement pushed forward and carved out a place for themselves, and for all of us. And also at this show was another teenage band I love called Ladle Fight, who I brought in to NPR to play a “Tinier Desk Concert.” So this night made me happy for so, so many reasons. And even though I had been up for 23 hours when I went, it was worth it.

Amazing Food, Amazing Friends And A Night in New York

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It’s easy to become disenchanted with New York when everyone rattles on and on about how fantastic it is, and living in Brooklyn somehow mysteriously raises your cool quotient. But I had a chance to hang out on Manhattan’s Lower East Side with a very close friend who now lives in…yes…Brooklyn. And it was awesome! It reminded me of all the reasons why I loved New York to begin with. We basically ate our way through the neighborhood, and this is a picture of our first stop — an incredible western Chinese restaurant called Xi’an Famous Foods that had fresh made noodles. And where else besides New York could we get that, Venezuelan arepas, gourmet ice cream and European style fries (with mayo) all within a few blocks of each other?

Knowing That Other People Need Reminders Of Things They ❤ Too

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Ironically, this was outside the momo restaurant in the area where I live. I noticed that they had left green tags for people to fill in whatever it was that made them smile. What a beautiful thing it was to be able to see what all kinds of strangers find joyful. Looking at the cards, and knowing that sometimes we all need a reminder, somehow made me feel comforted and a little less lonely.

All this, I <3.