C Note(s)

UGH. I did myself the disservice of looking at the mirror I was naked. Nobody needs to see that, let alone me. In the morning. Before coffee (BC) Cher and I jokingly said that any events or decisions before coffee / caffeine most likely will be nullified. I had 3 epiphanies on our trip; all after one cup of java joy. We also reference B.C. as Before Cher / Before Carlos, meaning the time before we met each other and found love.  I digress.  As I was admiring (more criticizing) what I saw, I wanted to set out to change that. I’ve attempted several times already. Each time ended with frustration and disappointment. I reviewed each attempt with a lessons-learned-what’s-my-takeaway. You see, I’ve done this before. I wanted big guns, and broad shoulders – check and check. Now I want a flat stomach as I’ve had before so I know it’s possible. Talking with my love, Cher, we agreed we needed a goal, an arbitrary point in time, a bookend to the effort. While I agree with that, I als

My Dad says some crazy shit. Some of it is wildly unbelievable but some of it is utterly genius! Like his two rules of life, which I've adopted as my own.  1. Shit happens! 2. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Note: any problem with rule number one, see rule number two. Any problem with rule number two, see rule number one. The beauty of this is its simplicity. The vagueness is its all encompassing nature of it.  It applied to all our challenges we, Cher and I, faced while traveling.  Lesson 1: Remember all your belongings when leaving a vehicle. You'd think that I would have this down as a goddamn science by now... Forgot my carry-on in the bin on the first connection flight. Luckily our travel documents were in it. Why, you ask? It was able to be verified that I was the owner.    Or in the UberX car, my camera (Lumi) fell out of my jacket pocket while I was exiting but the driver hollered at me because I did leave a tip.  So shit ha

Mom? Were you checking in on me the other day because I cried? Or was it a routine check-in, and I happened to catch you in the act? How do I know it was you, you ask? Simple - the undeniable aroma of fresh cut roses, from your rose garden in a place that it's just not possible to have. In addition, it was bone-chilling cold when I passed by, but it was clearly higher than usual room temperature. Lastly... This is about sixth time I experienced this, which is the same every single time.  I digress! Anyways, I was crying because my heart was touched and overwhelmed with joy, not of sadness. Yeah sure, I'll acknowledge work hardship, and difficulties have me stressed, but it's a job. Honestly, not receiving a promotion I didn't earn hasn't upset me. Much less bring me to tears.  No, ma'am. It was this experience last weekend. Picture this. Easter Sunday. I returned from Norwescon in the mid-day. Cher text me the standard exchange of information, and p

UGH. ACK! EWWW. That was the most Karma charged hour I’ve lived through in a minute. I was dashing out for lunch in the work parking lot which is packed 24/7. So leaving for lunch errands equates to sacrificing your parking stall, and most likely having to return to the overflow parking at Lake Sammamish State Park, with the shuttle ride back. As I withdrew my car keys, I spy the one of the few people I never want to intentional help – ever. Despite my better judgment, I hoisted my car keys in the air to indicate I’m leaving soon thus sacrificing my parking spot. I threw up a grip in my mouth over how sickening it was to help those that don't deserve it. Now I could’ve waited them out, or other shady behavior, but frankly I don’t have the time, nor want to dedicate that effort to it. Fast forward through my lunch time convo with my baby, dropping dry cleaning, and returning to a parking stall at work that I manifested. I walked through the deli to say hello to my Costco Deli