And this is her wordle.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Mosaic of Me
The answers:
The questions:
1. What is your first name? (rhea)
2. What is your favorite food? (hyde park french fries)
3. What college did you attend? (university of richmond)
4. What is your favorite color? (pink)
5. Who is your celebrity crush? (leonardo dicaprio)
6. Favorite drink? (water)
7. Dream vacation? (greece)
8. Favorite dessert? (bread pudding)
9. What do you want to be when you grow up? (national geographic explorer)
10.What do you love most in life? (adventure)
11. One word to describe you. (sensitive)
12. Where are you right now? (bedroom)
The links:
1. a statue dedicated to rhea, 2. Hyde Park Bar & Grill French Fry Sign, 3. Gazebo, 4. cyan-magenta, 5. leo, 6. Cool Water!, 7. The dream, 8. Snacktime, 9. National Geographic Pogoria Explorer, 10. motel adventure, 11. touch sensitive, 12. bedroom
The questions:
1. What is your first name? (rhea)
2. What is your favorite food? (hyde park french fries)
3. What college did you attend? (university of richmond)
4. What is your favorite color? (pink)
5. Who is your celebrity crush? (leonardo dicaprio)
6. Favorite drink? (water)
7. Dream vacation? (greece)
8. Favorite dessert? (bread pudding)
9. What do you want to be when you grow up? (national geographic explorer)
10.What do you love most in life? (adventure)
11. One word to describe you. (sensitive)
12. Where are you right now? (bedroom)
The links:
1. a statue dedicated to rhea, 2. Hyde Park Bar & Grill French Fry Sign, 3. Gazebo, 4. cyan-magenta, 5. leo, 6. Cool Water!, 7. The dream, 8. Snacktime, 9. National Geographic Pogoria Explorer, 10. motel adventure, 11. touch sensitive, 12. bedroom
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Flirt
This little guy pulled up along side our boat today and traveled with us for a bit. His smiling eyes seemed to say, "Well, hello there! Mind if I join you?!"
Can't say that I do ;-)
Can't say that I do ;-)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Unrecognizable
Recently, something wonderful happened. While I was opening the refrigerator door, I glanced to my right and noticed a picture on my mother's computer screen. It lingered briefly on the monitor - just long enough for me to think, "Who is that hottie?!?"
And then I realized who it was.
My ex-husband.
(Why it's still there is a whole other story, but I'm not gonna go there.)
All I could do was throw my head back and laugh. Chortle, actually.
He had become unrecognizable to me.
In the picture he was shirtless and tan. He had tight abs and flashed a huge smile. The letters R-H-E-A were painted down his arm (again, another story that I'm not gonna touch!).
And I felt nothing but nothing towards him.
WHAT?? When did this happen? When did all the pain up and disappear?
I've heard that it takes roughly half as long as the relationship lasted to "get over" someone. But, that's just an estimate. Luckily, for me, it hasn't been nearly that long.
The sting that was once there is gone. I don't remember when or how it left - but it did. I never woke up one day and said, "Wow. I'm all healed." Yet, I realize now that I am.
And everyone said I would, but I didn't believe them.
Everyone was right.
So, I hopped on over to my computer, turned up What Light by Wilco, danced around the island in the kitchen, and said a quiet little thank you to the man upstairs.
And then I realized who it was.
My ex-husband.
(Why it's still there is a whole other story, but I'm not gonna go there.)
All I could do was throw my head back and laugh. Chortle, actually.
He had become unrecognizable to me.
In the picture he was shirtless and tan. He had tight abs and flashed a huge smile. The letters R-H-E-A were painted down his arm (again, another story that I'm not gonna touch!).
And I felt nothing but nothing towards him.
WHAT?? When did this happen? When did all the pain up and disappear?
I've heard that it takes roughly half as long as the relationship lasted to "get over" someone. But, that's just an estimate. Luckily, for me, it hasn't been nearly that long.
The sting that was once there is gone. I don't remember when or how it left - but it did. I never woke up one day and said, "Wow. I'm all healed." Yet, I realize now that I am.
And everyone said I would, but I didn't believe them.
Everyone was right.
So, I hopped on over to my computer, turned up What Light by Wilco, danced around the island in the kitchen, and said a quiet little thank you to the man upstairs.
It's Okay!
I did something that I've never done before. And something that I admit may be a little crazy.
I visited an intuitive (psychic, astrologer, tarot/angel card reader...whatever you want to call her).
I really did.
She was in my Monday morning yoga class last week and after we met, I thought, why not?!
I've been feeling restless - frustrated with the desire but inability to move forward with my career due to licensing issues, and overwhelmed by the health situation and needs of my mother. I wanted (er, rather needed) someone to say, "This, too, shall pass. It's all going to be okay."
Gosh, isn't that a thought? Don't we all, from time to time, want someone to reassuringly say, "No worries. Have faith...it's all going to be okay!"
The skeptic in me kept the details of my life and reason for my stay in Florida hush hush...just 'cuz I wanted to see what she'd put out there.
And she did well. Amazingly accurate and dead on. I'm still replaying our conversation in my mind wondering if I revealed anything unknowingly that influenced her reading. Oh lordy, I probably did. But who knows (and I really don't care) because the best part of the reading is that I left feeling good.
But of course I did...she wants me to come back, right?!
Sheesh. Probably.
Unfortunately, today is a particularly uncomfortable day for my mom and I don't have any answers for her and there is nothing I can do to alleviate her pain. I took this photo of her last week when she was able to sit in her chair. I think this was Brutus' way of saying, "Grandma, it will be okay!"
I visited an intuitive (psychic, astrologer, tarot/angel card reader...whatever you want to call her).
I really did.
She was in my Monday morning yoga class last week and after we met, I thought, why not?!
I've been feeling restless - frustrated with the desire but inability to move forward with my career due to licensing issues, and overwhelmed by the health situation and needs of my mother. I wanted (er, rather needed) someone to say, "This, too, shall pass. It's all going to be okay."
Gosh, isn't that a thought? Don't we all, from time to time, want someone to reassuringly say, "No worries. Have faith...it's all going to be okay!"
The skeptic in me kept the details of my life and reason for my stay in Florida hush hush...just 'cuz I wanted to see what she'd put out there.
And she did well. Amazingly accurate and dead on. I'm still replaying our conversation in my mind wondering if I revealed anything unknowingly that influenced her reading. Oh lordy, I probably did. But who knows (and I really don't care) because the best part of the reading is that I left feeling good.
But of course I did...she wants me to come back, right?!
Sheesh. Probably.
Unfortunately, today is a particularly uncomfortable day for my mom and I don't have any answers for her and there is nothing I can do to alleviate her pain. I took this photo of her last week when she was able to sit in her chair. I think this was Brutus' way of saying, "Grandma, it will be okay!"
Friday, July 25, 2008
Reason #834 That I Have Blog
Me: Describe yourself in 5 words or less.
Him: Sweet as mother fuckin' pie.
Him: Sweet as mother fuckin' pie.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
What's in Your Pocket?
Last night, I pulled out a tiny, plastic bottle cap wrapper from my jean's pocket and I grinned.
Believe it or not, this little piece of trash reminded me of a conversation I had with a close friend. She said, "Rhea, I know you so well, I bet I can name the three items that are in your pockets - right now!"
So, while we were waiting in line at Starbucks, she did. And then, to our amusement, we challenged each other to name the items in the pockets of past and current loves, family members, and mutual friends. Kind of silly, seeing that we had no interest in checking our answers; and yet, we thought deeply about our responses and cracked each other up with our particular brand of insight.
After discovering the small plastic scrap, I remembered her list and my heart smiled:
1. An old ticket stub from a movie or a show or a band.
2. A tiny piece of trash or lint that I would hold onto until I found a garbage can (out of a deep commitment never to liter).
3. A fortune from a cookie or a token/keepsake that inspired me.
So, what's in your pocket? Is there anyone in your life that knows your ways well enough to tell you? And can you name all the items in someone else's pocket?
Give it a try! You may be surprised by what the answers reveal.
Believe it or not, this little piece of trash reminded me of a conversation I had with a close friend. She said, "Rhea, I know you so well, I bet I can name the three items that are in your pockets - right now!"
So, while we were waiting in line at Starbucks, she did. And then, to our amusement, we challenged each other to name the items in the pockets of past and current loves, family members, and mutual friends. Kind of silly, seeing that we had no interest in checking our answers; and yet, we thought deeply about our responses and cracked each other up with our particular brand of insight.
After discovering the small plastic scrap, I remembered her list and my heart smiled:
1. An old ticket stub from a movie or a show or a band.
2. A tiny piece of trash or lint that I would hold onto until I found a garbage can (out of a deep commitment never to liter).
3. A fortune from a cookie or a token/keepsake that inspired me.
So, what's in your pocket? Is there anyone in your life that knows your ways well enough to tell you? And can you name all the items in someone else's pocket?
Give it a try! You may be surprised by what the answers reveal.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Chortle: a blend of chuckle and snort
And here's what made me do just that -
Don't make nasty comments about yourself behind your own back.
Don't make nasty comments about yourself behind your own back.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Only Sport I Know Anything About
The U.S. Olympic swimming trials are on TV and I'm like an excited little girl on Christmas Eve who is unable to sleep because she knows Santa is on his way! I'm screaming at the TV like my father and brother occasionally do when watching golf (yep, you read that correctly), or ultimate fighting, or football. I know names and stats and even some of the swimmers personally.
I am truly a fan.
I'm also a fan of extra long hugs, shopping without time restrictions, and razor sharp wit.
But this is different. I'm actually wishing that I were in Omaha, NE - right now.
Yes, Omaha. You know it's serious folks.
Maybe I'll make a fan out of you, too - check out a former Longhorn swimmer (and total hottie) Aaron Peirsol in the 200m backstroke.
I am truly a fan.
I'm also a fan of extra long hugs, shopping without time restrictions, and razor sharp wit.
But this is different. I'm actually wishing that I were in Omaha, NE - right now.
Yes, Omaha. You know it's serious folks.
Maybe I'll make a fan out of you, too - check out a former Longhorn swimmer (and total hottie) Aaron Peirsol in the 200m backstroke.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Haiku to G - Town
It's official - I'm all moved out of TX. And the feelings are mixed...I'm so excited for the future and learning and meeting new people, but undeniably apprehensive about leaving the Lone Star State. So what's a girl to do? Well, for starters, she should write a haiku!
Oh, I will miss you -
island of new beginnings.
Galveston, goodbye.
Oh, I will miss you -
island of new beginnings.
Galveston, goodbye.
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