Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Pop! Goes Perfection

Thank you for contacting my blog-spot this is BubblegumPrincess speaking how may I help you? This is a phrase that I use over and over in my daily interactions. Obviously substituting my real name and company name. Since I wish to remain fairly ambiguous I shall continue with my Barbie Alias. Sometimes I can't help but feel like a spy. If I even remotely reveal my identity I'll have some *hitman* on my tail.

Truly I don't believe my life merits someone "after" me. It's just fun to use my vivid imagination to create a more interesting exsistence.

To the normal person I would think my weekends might sound a little dull and definitely old-fashioned. Lately I have emmersed myself in board games. And yes I am talking about a group of friends sitting around a table and moving pieces across many different-shaped "boards." One might even ask and what's the fun in that? Simply put being the "winner." Claiming that you can not be beaten. And I think my favorite part watching the reactions of the other players.

In the spirit of investing in my new hobby I have ordered 5 new games online. Don't worry my shipping was free. I guess you could say that I have this habit of liking something and then obsessively *jumping head-first* into it.

I do tend to get bored with certain activities faster then others. I guess that's why I hopped from sport to sport as a child.

I watched this video the other night about religion, politics, and the media. It was very informative. This weekend I plan to dedicate a blog on my thoughts. I think I need a little more time to process how absolutely boggled that I was. The world truly is a surprising place and not always in the best of ways.



"What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead who can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals." - Sanka in Cool Runnings

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Am I Happy Now? You Bectha!

Nothing excites me more then surprises. What else can achieve such joy and anticipation? The idea of either being the 'surpriser' or even the 'surprise-y' makes my whole being quiver. It's an amazingly tingly feeling, like being in love. Surprises can happen for any reason. This is sheer beauty. I prefer the random 'just because' surprises, but having a special occasion to celebrate doesn't lesson the punch.

Yesterday I was downright giddy. Those that know me in the flesh haven't even experienced girlie glee until they experience this me. I think I'm finally coming into some inner peace with life again. Now more-so in the past couple of months I believe in moving forward and quite frankly flying. And that is the mood. I am floating along on air.

The reason that I mention surprises is because I pride myself on crafting grandiose plots to try on unsuspecting victims. I can be quite tricky bringing the term 'tom foolery' crashing into life. Surprises give me this rush, much like the high of being on sugar. I bounce around and should really be singing the tigger song. unfortunately my tail isn't made out of rubber... so trying to bounce on it might cause a few bruises (LOL)

This post isn't really meant to be some life-altering advice. Really I'm just in a super-good mood and I wanted to share it.

I guess that seeing that elatedly goofy grin on my face is catchy. I wanted my special someones birthday to start out with a bang. And I'm fairly sure that the conversation piece was well worth my money. I love feeling like this. And I can only hope that my mood wafts through this site and into the hearts and minds of those reading this.

Yes I am being mushy. All I have to say is DEAL!!!

"Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gunna get." - Forest Gump

Friday, January 18, 2008

Drama Free That's NOT Me

Hiya Cyber Homies. I made it! Week one in the *real world 2008 style.* I always find that change works in my favor even if I don't know it at the time. My Zodiac predicts that this whole year will be change for me. Since that is the case I wonder what my thrill ride rating will be. I'm hoping for that monster coaster with tricky loops corkscrews, and insane drops... basically the works.

When I was between jobs I was so bored that most of the time I wanted to bang my head against a wall. I like having a team and a purpose. I want nothing more then to help our company grow and with that growth be a part of something spectacular.

On Tuesday my hot Pi Alpha took me out for a celebratory dinner at the Rio Grande. All i could muster up to say was. I really want one of those soft tortillas, they
are just so tasty. Apparently my lack of brain functionality was due to this getting up before the sun rises. No one should ever have to go through the pain of the wee morning hours. Case in point my lack of vigorously awesome topic matter in this post. Right now I am simply typing, I don't even know if my thoughts are coherent. I sure hope that they are.

It is high time the statement "Drama Free" is revised. This phrase steams my clams. Anyone who uses said phrase is completely ignorant in reality. There is no such thing as drama free. Every person comes with some sort of history (aka baggage) or preconception of how things should be. I'll call this the *insert person's name* glasses. Think about it. There is no true collective world view because each person's idea of any concept is different. And while one can try and sway the masses one way or the other, truly it is a waste of time. In the end I am going to believe what I want to believe and in turn you fellow bloggers will believe what you believe.

Now I am not sitting here and saying that humanity can not find common ground. Banding together with others is powerful and frankly great for survival. No man or woman for that matter is an island.

As I'm sure this community knows... this barbie is hopelessly romantic. Reiterating this simple fact it is hard for me to not be raw with my writing. I admit to being an emotional being. And frankly I'm tired of feeling penalized for who I am. I am strong willed, I am in your face, I am opinionated, I can be quite the *bitch* for lack of better terminology. I am also a rock. I am someone to talk to and love being with. I am a good person.

I know what I want for the most part and I'm very stubborn in my approaches to get it. I don't give up, even in the times I should. I believe in fate. I know that what will happen to me is meant to happen as such. And the grand point of this entire rant NO! I am NOT drama free. I am lively and spirited! I will challenge whoever I am with to be better. I don't settle for less and I never will.

So yes this is me. Open, honest, and chugging along.


“If you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? ---- Carpe -- hear it? – Carpe, Carpe Diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.” – Dead Poets Society

Monday, January 14, 2008

Fate Comes a Knockin

Quick as a flash life happens. Really and truly the bumpiest of rides. One minute you are sitting on your bum feeling at a loss, the next minute fate kicks in. What seems like a normal, ordinary day flip-flops. Case in point a simple trip to a bookstore. Called by some random number. Normally I don't answer unknown numbers, but this day I felt particularly curious. Do things happen for a reason? I know so.

The most amazing part not knowing that this phone call would change my life. How could I have known that I would be randomly talking to my future boss? Fun how things work out. And something like this always happens when I least expect it. Sometimes planning blows up in your face. Especially in relationships. And I don't necessarily even mean romantic ones. People are too unpredictable to truly try and pinpoint how they will react to something. The only person that I will ever claim to know is myself. And even that is a tricky feat.

All I know is at this particular moment in time I am content to be me. I have high hopes for my career. I am happy with my family. I'm finally busy-busy. And that is all I really need.