Fine. Be that way.

Thursday, October 22, 2009
My Mom is pretty rad. Prime example:

Last night I did my run, showered and got into my super comfy robe, turned the lights down and popped the "Char Reading '06" tape into my stereo. Hmmmmm - the tape deck wasn't working right and wouldn't play it. I went to try the other deck but the door was jammed shut, so I gently forced it open ANNNNNND ending up breaking the door mechanism. So now my tape player doesn't work and the door won't stay shut. Way ghetto and it will need to be replaced a to the sap.

My first instinct? Call my Mom. Even if I am totally frustrated, I know I can call her and make her laugh at my silly stories of misfortune, which inevitably cheers me up. It's always nice to have an outside perspective and she can usually turn any of my grumpiness around pretty quickly.

After talking to her I resolved myself to being patient and calling it an early night; I haven't been sleeping well but the run had me in a lovely state of healthy fatigue I haven't felt for a little while.

As soon as I settled on my couch to dash off a quick post, one of my bffs called me up and I got sucked into actually using some of my minutes (I'm a textoholic and usually barely use 200 minutes out of my 1000 per month). I finished up with him as my battery died, but no sooner had I plugged it in than I was getting yet another call, this time from Nat.

My evening wasn't going as planned, but I still ended up having some lovely conversations with friends and family that I probably would have missed if that damned tape player hadn't broken. So, fine - be that way.

As for the originally intended content of this post, I'm hijacking the radio/tape player from work in hopes that it actually functions and at some point this weekend I can make time to listen to the tape. Wish me luck.

Sloth and balance.

I haven't run in two weeks. TWO WHOLE WEEKS. This is unacceptable.

Alright, so I was trying to be available for the occasional emotional breakdown and I was sick, but still - Not Okay.

I had dropped all but 2 pounds of the 8 I wanted to lose and those bad boys are steadily creeping back on - Not Okay.

Basically, until the end of the month I will not be taking on any additional social obligations during the week on days that I am scheduled to train. No more rearranging, no more pushing back a week, no more slacking.

Come to think of it, this seems to be an obvious example of how easily I lose balance in my life when I find myself in more stressful situations (or start dating someone). My running suffers, my blog is ignored, my apartment gets dirty, and my diet becomes atrocious. All of it - Not Okay.

2009 has been a year of growth and education about life, and I guess this is one of the lessons I desperately need to learn.

Tonight I will make myself a little dinner, run, then come back here to start busting out some content as promised.

It's time to find the balance.

The psychic reading, almost 4 years later. Do I want to know?

Monday, October 19, 2009
For Christmas of 2005, my boss at the time (a pretty, young, yet practically bat-shit crazy Capital Hill salon owner) arranged for me to have a reading with a well reknowned psychic friend of hers - Char Sundust. At the time I had a lot of things going on in my life and a lot of changes and I have always been far from anti-"woowoo" so it was a really thoughtful gift, despite the fact we barely liked each other at the time.

Over the past month or two I've had a few really amazing things hit me (as in, "holy shit, that's what she said would happen!")from my vague recollections of the reading, and I found myself very curious about what I may have forgotten since my reading in early 2006. Lucky me, the session was taped and I believed I still had a copy. After distractedly searching my place the other day when Nat was there and not finding it, I assumed I had packed it into one of my storage boxes and it was going to take some serious motivation to locate it.

Yesterday while doin' my usual Sunday ritual thang, I opened a drawer on my livingroom table and there it was atop a few random DVDs and CD cleaning kit. Hmmmm.....Could've sworn I looked there. Lately I find myself questioning/noticing the timing of the universe and wondering why things are presented to us at certain times in our lives, so I am going to chalk this one up to it somehow being the right time (and apparently better than the last time I searched a few days ago) to give it another listen.

So, my domicile is clean and it's been a mellow day even though I was super busy at work after being sick last week (seriously, I am so tired of stress negatively affecting my health), I think I will make myself a nice healthy dinner, do a bit of meditation in a bubble bath, get comfy in some pjs and then sit down to listen to my reading. This time I take notes and report back here. I don't care if you believe or not, it's sure to be surprising and probably even a little creepy...

Shameless Plug Sunday - my laundry favorites.

Sunday, October 18, 2009
We now interrupt your (less than) regularly scheduled programming for a moment of consumer love.

I may hate ironing and folding and hanging things up, but I'll be damned if I don't
love doing my laundry. I love it when my clothes and linens are soft and smell fresh and clean - there is nothing like the feeling of slipping into newly laundered sheets and gathering the softness around you as you drift into cozy slumber.

For me, a big part of my laundry experience comes from the scent in my detergent and dryer sheets. A while back I found Tide Pure Essentials in White Lilac. It's absolutely girly but not creepily fake like some of the aromas that are on the market these days.

The smell has longevity, and I will find myself catching subtle whiffs of it off of my clothing as I move around throughout the day.

There has been the occasional problem finding it in stores, though I'm not sure if it is an issue of discontinuation or just being in specific markets. I have grown to rely on the Target near me for the stock, since it hasn't been found in any other nearby discount stores for some time.

Bounce offers a coordinating dryer sheet with the additional hint of aloe and typically I would use it, but I recently found a new dryer sheet that was screaming for me give it a try - Snuggle Creme in Sweet Almond Essence.

I recently discovered my love for the almond essence when I found Estrella Soaps and I find the fragrance makes me feel cozy and peaceful and even sexy, I guess.

I got to use these for the first time today when I laundered my sheets and I can tell you that I am enjoying the hell out of my bed right now. This seems to be the perfect warm bouquet to comfort me through the cool fall season.

This is not for the faint of heart.

Monday, October 12, 2009
http://www.kirotv.com/news/20386598/detail.html

Read the article. Feel free to watch the video. Take moment and let it all sink in.

That man has been in my life since I was 16 years old. He was one of my best friends and is one of the only men I ever considered marrying. He is also one of the only men who has ever hurt me more than I imagined I could be hurt. I kicked him out of my home and my life and hoped that would be the end of it.

A few days after the break-up with B, out of the blue he sent me a brief email that said:

"Hello Alyson I am sorry it has been so long since the last time we talked but you may have heard what has happened to me. I would love to talk to you you can call me if you want. I would call you but I have lost your number so this is my number call anytime please 206 ***-**** you are one of the neatest people I know and I miss my friend so there it is take care and i hope to hear from you. Nathaniel "

I had no idea what the hell he was talking about (since I hadn't talked to him or his family for months, if not a year plus) and sent him a terse reply telling him that I didn't think I had it in me to be a good friend to him. He was understanding - we have a past that involves a lot of pain as well as a lot of love.

A few weeks later a friend (who is a pathological liar and in hindsight completely unreliable as a source of information) told me at a party that he had done a certain illegal drug (that disgusts the hell out of me) with Nat. I was piiiiiiissssssed - that was one bind I was not willing to help him "out of" nor am I willing to have friends that are involved with that shit. So, I tracked down the number he had sent me a fired off a text essentially telling him to fuck off.

Then he called me. Like, immediately. After he calmed me down and told me that the drug thing was untrue he told me to google that article.

If there is one thing that I want to leave this life with, it's the knowledge that I was a good friend and I did everything I could to help the wonderful people I've surrounded myself with when they needed me, and the thought I improved their lives by doing so. He reached out for my support and though it was hard to deal with my emotions and our past starting at that very first phone call, I knew it wasn't in me to turn my back on him.

This story may seem sad, but it's a story of love and loss, growth and grief, and we all come out the other side as better people when we experience these things.

Major Life Distraction Alert!

Wow - the past few weeks I have totally sucked as a blogger and I must offer my apologies to anyone who does actually like to read my posts (or at least likes to come here and figure out what I'm up to lately/stalk me).

The absence was truly unintentional and will most likely be thoroughly explained here over the next few weeks as I take time to catch up and take a mini-break from my somewhat over-burdened social calendar, but I will say this now: things at the O'Holic household have been shaken up.

You'll be reading about things that will make you giggle, chuckle, and hopefully even solicit a hearty guffaw as well as sh*t that will smack you in the face with a big "WTF?" and may even make you cry, but stick with me Dear Reader - you might just learn something about the human condition and how to deal with life with a smirk and a sense of hope.