the final countdown.

You know that Geico commercial that takes place in a boring, white office lunchroom and some guy is heating up a burrito in the microwave?  For some reason, they thought that the song, The Final Countdown, by Europe, would be an appropriate theme song. For heating up a burrito.

I don’t like that commercial. Ask my kids. As little as we watch TV (no cable in this house), every time that one comes on I cringe.  I might also lament out loud in anguish just so everyone around knows how much I despise the commercial.

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unboxed. or no regrets.

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I’m not sure how much I have in common with Johnny Cash since I never have or ever will meet him, but I believe it’s very little. I can play a guitar. And… That’s probably it. I’m even less sure about how accurate the movie Walk the Line depicted Mr. Cash. I imagine there are some truths, and other “facts” that were “tweaked” to make things more interesting. What I do know is that in the movie, Mr. Cash said something in response to his life that my life speaks to me. Over and over… And like him, what I want to say back is,

Don’t give me no rules. All I got are rules.

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unknown = scary. known = boring.

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As a geek who has been writing software, managing software developers or working in IT for the last 18 years, I have become very aware of the fact that my brain works in a binary way. 0 or 1. True or false. On or off. Hot or cold.  Black or white. Yummy or gross. I don’t like operating in a grey area. Grey means there is either confusion, dissent or mediocrity. None of those terms are synonymous with satisfaction – at least in my opinion. Applying that to real life, two things have become very obvious to me.

Unknown = scary, but known = boring.

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i’d rather by happy than typical

As you get to know me, you will learn the hard truth that I like “lines”. Not cheesy, pick up lines, come on! Although hubby tries those every now and then, along with a rooster-style tap dance around me – and neither work. Ever. When my roosters do this dance around the hens, it doesn’t work for them either. Why am I not surprised?

Silly boys.

No – not pick up lines! Lines, as in movie lines, song lines, quotes…you know…lines.

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she’s an old hippie

“She’s an old hippie
And she don’t know what to do
Should she hang on to the old
Should she grab on to the new
She’s an old hippie
This new life is just a bust
She ain’t trying to change nobody
She’s just trying real hard to adjust”

How many of you can say you know  this song by The Bellamy Brothers? Technically, it should read, “he’s an old hippie”, but since I am a she, I changed the lyrics above. It came out in 1985. Thirty-three years ago. The same year Back to the Future came out.

Back to the Future.

Almost goes hand in hand with the song.

Now, not that I endorse the above song and it’s subtle way of accepting drug use, nor do I believe in time machines made out of Deloreans, but I sure do remember singing “Old Hippie” when I was younger – and as I became older and found that I enjoyed being a modern day hippie (aka wannabe). I liked the the song as it told of the progression of someone who lived as a hippie, then one day had to grow up and grow out of it.

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believe in miracles. and vinegar water…

As time goes on, and life goes on, our experiences begin to pile up. Some good. Some bad. Some happy. Some sad. Some happen on a train. Some happen on a plane. [ ok, enough Dr. Suess ]. All of our experiences impact us, in profound ways. Some impact us in a positive way, and others impact us in a negative way. The beautiful thing is the sum of those experiences get us to where we are right now. I don’t know your physical location, or what day it is that you are reading this, but your experiences have led you here – now. As for me, as I write this I am sitting in my bed, on a seemingly endless conference call, with people both in the states and not, trying not to fall asleep and passing the time by writing about my miracle – and vinegar water… Regardless, my life experience has led me to this place in life. On this conference call. Writing a blog post. Let’s take look back to get a glimpse into the miracle(s) that got me here. Continue reading “believe in miracles. and vinegar water…”