Surreality

This is a follow up to my earlier post today.  It's been a really surreal day.  A few people in the office were crying.  My boss was working from home today so I sent him an email to let him know what was going on.  He gave people the option to go home if they chose to but most chose to stay.

I sat at my desk pretty much all day and didn't really leave at all unless I had to.  I kept thinking about this man's family.  They must have so many unanswered questions right now.  That poor family.  This man was probably someone's Dad or husband.  My eyes fill up just thinking about it.

The body stayed on the roof in plain view all afternoon while the police did their investigation.  What was so odd is that from where I was standing on the 14th floor I could look down and still see the world going on like nothing had happened.  There was the body on the roof still covered by the blue sheet and then down below there were actually union workers protesting infront of the building where the man jumped or fell.  People were still getting lunch at the restaurant that this body was on.  Catering was still being delivered to nearby office buildings.  It was the strangest thing to witness. 

I don't know if they finally took the man away.  I have not wanted to leave my desk.  But it is after 5pm and I need to go home.  Tonight is Latin dance.  I will not be partaking.  I'm going to go home and sit quietly with my husband for awhile.

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Some Things Shouldn’t Happen But Do…

I've just returned to my desk.  Our receptionist called me to let me know that there was an emergency outside.  I ran up front to catch a glimpse of police cars, news crews, and an ambulance milling around on the street below the high-rise I work in.

On the one story building below, covered under a bloody blue sheet, was a body.  Someone jumped or fell to their death from the high-rise next door. This just happened within the past 10 minutes.  I feel completely numb. 

 

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To Emu I say Thank You!

To Emu:  Thanks for filling me in on all the finer points of Australian slang!  I stayed up way past my bedtime but it was so worth it.

 

I haven't had an opportunity to use the words 'wanker' or a 'tosser' (hee, hee –those words still make me laugh!) but it's early yet.  😉

While chatting with the gals in the office today I asked if anyone had heard of 'Emo.'  Apparently that is used here in the states as well.  I'm so behind the times!

Thanks again for making me laugh so hard I almost fell out of my chair!

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Fire, Water, & Gong Meditation

If variety is truly the spice of life then my friends would be the garden blend with a dash and a half of chili powder thrown in for good measure.

 

My friend Monica is very much into the whole New Age movement.  She is vegetarian, wears her hair shorn to a quarter of an inch long, and has been known to disappear into the Arizona woods with her dog and a tent for weeks at a time.  Over the weekend she and I met at an Alternative Health Center for the Fire, Water, & Gong Meditation.  I thought, what the heck.  It's different any ways.  The picture to the right is the fire and water portion.  Each person had to take a candle from the center and meditate on it.  Then the water bottles were to be concentrated on while thinking of compassion.    We had 15 minutes to do this until a guy named James struck the gong signifying the end. 

People sat around this circle on yoga mats.  They sat in the 'lotus' position with their palms up.  I sat Indian style and had a hard time keeping my leg from falling asleep.  Apparently I was the only one where I was most likely surrounded by seasoned professionals.

I would like to add that I don't so much as even read my horoscope.  I've heard of these things but this was the first time I had ever been to one.  Monica is very spiritual in an unconventional way.  Last year on my birthday she gave me a book called The Teachings of Abraham.  I was thinking it had something to do with the Old Testament of the Bible.  Silly me.  It was about invoking your spirit guide.  Um, well, let's just say it's still underneath the end table. 

 

After 15 minutes James hits the gong and everyone blows out their candles.  Mine tips over and spills wax all over the tile.  Everyone lays back on their mats with their palms up, thus beginning the 'gong' portion of the meditation.  I honestly did not know what I was getting myself into.  Basically I layed in a darkened room while a giant Chinese gong was hit over and over again.  It reverberated throughout the small room until I could feel it in my finger tips.  It had a haunting sound that at first made me feel uneasy.  Then I must have drifted into some strange dream state.  I felt like I was under a purple ocean looking up as waves of sound crashed over me.  I could see lines of color going by.  Then amazingly enough I started to dream I was at home and that I was yelling at Ruben to turn the TV down.  That was pretty funny. 

Personally though I could think of much better ways to spend meditating than to a giant gong for 45 minutes.  I once saw a cartoon where a cat (Tom from Tom & Jerry fame?) ran into a bell while chasing a mouse (Jerry?).  The wise little mouse rings the bell and the cat is left vibrating down the street.  That is exactly how I felt.  I literally had my bell rung!  (pun intended)  It was like trying to get a good night's sleep in a bell tower with a sadistic monk constantly ringing the darn bell every 10 seconds.  After 45 minutes of this we were through.  Monica and I emerged into the bright Phoenix sunlight.  She asked me how I felt.  My head was killing me!  A day later and it still is.  Monica said that it was because it cleansed me of my toxic energy.  Toxic energy?  I guess it was suppose to balance my Chaka Khan or my chakras, or whatever it is kids are calling it these days.  But it seems pretty obvious to me, energy or no energy, if you sit in a room with someone banging on a Chinese gong for 45 minutes, you will undoubtedly get a headache.  My Mother could have told me that.  Maybe I should have called her before leaving the house.  She would have talked some sense into me.  My headache was so bad last night that I actually ended up leaving a BBQ Ruben and I were at, and coming home to get sick. 

I think my days of guided meditation are over –at least the portions that involve large noisy instruments.  I don't mess with Monica's Buddha and she doesn't mess with my Jesus, but I'm glad though that I know her and that she is constantly exposing me to new trains of thought.  We have a mutual respect of each other's views.  My house must look like a shrine of sorts with my religious statues and collections of Mexican Catholic folk art.  Although I'm hardly the type to stand outside the state house wielding my rosary beads.  My house is a shrine and my car is a private place of prayer. 

Albeit a quiet place of prayer!  😉

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The Simpler Things Are The Finest Things

I have two things to say: first, I never thought I'd be blogging about breakfast cereal, and second, my husband rocks!

On his Sunday morning trip to the grocery store I asked him to pick me up this cereal.  Our local market just started carrying it and I used to only be able to get it at a health food store.

Apparently there was a sale today (hence the two boxes) and I will be in peanut butter loving bliss for the next week and a half! 

This was my favorite dish as a single woman.  It tastes like Capt'n Crunch Peanut Butter cereal (the healthy adult version) and provokes memories of Saturday morning cartoons like 'Scooby-Doo.'  Another swell thing about this cereal is that it doesn't turn your mouth to shreds when you are done.  Gotta love that! 

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Transformation…Hair we go (Part 1)

A few weeks ago I had posted that I would be changing hair color real soon.  Well, last night was the night.  It didn't turn out as dramatic as I thought it would, which in the end turned out to be a good thing as I was starting to panic midway through.

This goofy picture to the left I will consider the 'Before' picture (couldn't find anything else).

Thursday night I hemmed and hawed whether I should still do this.  I'm not used to spending any more than $6 on hair care.  Ruben and I sat in the livingroom (where we only sit if we are having a serious conversation or we have company) and discussed this.  He told me to go for it.  I actually had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I was actually scared!

                                 Before (above)

 

I forgot to bring the picture of the girl whose hair I loved and posted to my blog a few weeks ago.  Rats!  As it turned out though, where my hair is so dark, the stylist, Chris, decided that she would start by lightening the roots and weaving in some darker colors to make it all blend in.  She will be lightening and blending in the roots for quite some time.  Apparently this whole process will take about a year.  I will probably document these changes here. 

She did warn me that within the next couple of months I may need to wear my hair up until enough has grown out.  We'll see.

The picture to the right is the 'After.'  My hair is still a little wet but there are actually blond hair extensions in place to give it some highlights.

 

                               After

<—–Here is the back.  Picture compliments of Ruben.  Taken on location in the Man-Cave.

The whole experience was really fun.  It has been absolute ages since a professional has touched my hair.  There's something to be said for having your scalp massaged by someone who knows what they're doing and also for having a product used on your hair that you most likely can't buy in a grocery store for under $5 like I'm used to. 

Chris was wonderful.  She is really passionate about hair and it shows in everything she does. 

I think I will like this although the change has been scary.  After being a brunette for all of my adult life, it feels like an end of an era.  It's not a huge change yet but little by little my whole head will be the color of those blonde extensions.  Wow.  Turning 40 has been interesting to say the least.  Stay tuned…. 

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A Sure Fire Way to Annoy Your Husband…

Ruben is an 'early to bed, early to rise' kind of guy.  I am prone to spurts of silliness at the most inopportune times.

I was hanging out in the Man-Cave last night (as the Man of the Man-Cave had already gone to bed) watching a reality show where thugs can be transformed into gentleman, when I just got tired and crawled in next to Ruben.  Where it is summer and all, I have removed the comforter and we use a single sheet.  On nights where the thermometer still reads 110 after sundown, a sheet, if anything is all that you need.

Ruben was sound asleep until  I got in so I pulled a portion of the sheet over me.  This apparently was enough to wake him a little, and he turned over, taking half the sheet with him.  I said, "hey, now I'll be cold!"  If even.

He replies in a half groggy voice, "Here," and thrusts half of the sheet over me.  When he turns back over the sheet goes with him.

I thought this was a good of time as any to break into song.

"Oh NOBODY knoooooowwwwwwwwwws  the trouble I have SEEEEEEEEEN!  Nobody KNOWS the trouble I have SEE-"

"SHUT UP!" says my husband.

"Wait a minute.  Did you just tell me to shut up?"

"Yes!"

"Oh."  30 seconds pass.  "But honey?"  No answer.  "Honey?"

"What!" he yells.

"Did I mention that I love you?  And oh yeah, one other thing…………..Oh NOBODY knows the trouble Ruben has seen!  Nobody KNOWS the trouble Ruben has SEEEEEN!"

I heard it before I felt it.  Whoosh!  A pillow came flying over to my side of the bed and landed on my shoulder.  -Not quite sure if that was the intended anatomy target that was suppose to get the point across.  I of course burst into peals of laughter.  Ruben turned himself over in an exaggerated manner and covered his head with his remaining pillow.

I think I have been banished to the sofa for life.

 

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