Good Vibes

Refreshed alive awake content calm selfless grateful optimistic positive proactive: a handful of words I woke up feeling this morning. Hope to send them your way today!

DustBuster Christmas

I love to give presents more than anything on Christmas, whether it's a box of homemade fudge or a nifty gadget or lipgloss, I love seeing pleased faces at my well-spent expense. This holiday however I have been on a far tighter budget than ever before. I am unbelievably grateful for how much I received today... Especially the money to go towards an improvisation class at The PIT (People's Improv Theater) in NYC. One of my more practical favorite gifts however... Was my DustBuster. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all... And to all a good night!

This is not a paid endorsement by Black & Decker.

 

Sadie the Shiba Inu unwrapping her Squeaky Llama

Word of the day.

While reading the NYTimes top stories on the N train this morning I came across a story about Sunni and Shiite involvement in Lebanon. The word in question: Shrapnel. I truly enjoy learning words not yet in my vocabulary. The iPhone is awesome in that it tells me any word I'm unsure of... And when all else fails I can just open my Dictionary.com app.

Prayer for Sandy Hook

The horrifying tragedies in Newtown, CT last week have received constant coverage from Washington, journalists and social networking sites. Though my mind has been flooded with various haunting images and stories of the Sandy Hook struggle, I have not yet given my prayers in my own expression. That is what I will do tonight. With all of my heart and soul, I hope for the victims to carry on in a more lovely place than this corrupt world in which we live, and that those affected by their loss will maintain hope in their hearts.

"The majority of those who died were children - beautiful, little kids between the ages of 5 and 10 years old," Obama said.

"You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

-David Harkins

Rest in peace little angels.

To brighten your evening...

What is it about them that make me want to stay up all night on google image results for  "animals cute funny?"

 

Choo choo, all aboard!

It's official, I've bought the ticket, waited at the station, the iPhone train came [on delay] and I hopped on.

I'd write a more in depth post about something, but I'm too busy playing on my iPhone 5.

Photo Credit

Lost time 

is never found again.

-Ben Franklin-

"It's all about the Benjamin's baby" is the fragment that came to mind when typing the credit to the above quote I chose to represent my self-induced frustrating morning. Yes, there were a few others, some about time being slayed by clocks, some about the mystery of it, about its value and teachings... but I feel like Franklin hit it right on the head. 

He wasn't metaphorical, or looking backwards in regret. He isn't concerned with the future here. He states it matter-of-factly, just as I'd have expected him to. He speaks in the now. The words themselves stand still, but the implications go so much deeper than that. 

1. Don't waste your time, you won't get it back.

2. Don't let someone take your time away from you, its not something you can afford to be stripped of.

3. Don't look back searching for what you had, because you're not going to find it.

4. LIVE IN THE NOW.

I missed my train this morning by about 20 seconds. If I hadn't put the four extra sprinkles of cinnamon in my oatmeal, if I didn't brush my teeth, if I had one damn swipe left on my metro card. 

I ran...no--sorry--sprinted from station to station praying that this morning, time would be on my side (not to mention that my heeled boots would suffice for the marathon activities.) Like some kind of karmic thanks for any good deed I've done this month.

So I arrived at Grand Central at 8:47, and just a minute later, watched in awe as my train abandon me at Track 112, lived through a foul-mouth moment or two, and by 8:49 I was being charged $3.70 for a measly Smart Water, at which point a few more swears escaped my mouth. 

Moral of the story: After buying my ticket for the train to come in the next hour, I was sitting in the waiting room by 8:52, and instead of babbling on and on about how I've failed myself this morning, (#denial) I was using my misfortunes productively and writing this post to educated you about the importance of time with a little help from B.F.