COeXisting

The more I grow, the deeper I go
It’s not me at all; it’s you I know
Ever the perfection, what a flaw
And now I’m questioning what I saw
In my little world without you there
I wonder if I was ever here…

Star Gazing

A friend once took me on a surprise trip to a remote location in a very dark wood. He didn't let me know where we were going, or the purpose of the trip. Of course, this annoyed me slightly because I like "to know" everything that's going on. I asked and probed, but he would only smile and say, "you'll see". When we arrived, he parked near a canal that was surrounded by trees. He got out of the car, and I nervously followed his lead. Looking around, I could barely see anything, including my companion. Just when I was at the brink of total annoyance, he softly told me to look up.

When I lifted my eyes, I could see the stars like I'd never seen them before. "I once was blind, but now I see"... Without the city lights to distract my eyes, ears, and mind, the stars were brighter, closer, and more numerous. I felt like a child again, seated in the planetarium on a field trip. We stood silently gazing at the stars for a very long time, then he began pointing out constellations. I was awe struck.

Just when I thought I couldn't be happier, fireflies appeared! As if the stars had dropped down from the sky and were swirling around for my very own amusement. It was yet another first, seeing fireflies. I kept trying to point to them so he could see them also; but alas, every time he turned to see one, it flickered out. This became a game for awhile; "There! There it is (fade)... There's one (fade)"! He laughed at my delighted squeals and we stayed in that desolate spot for hours, with only the stars and fireflies to keep us company...

Twatter The Odds?!

I have done what I swore I'd never do (after also giving up swearing)... I have a friggin' Twitter account! I had long rejected the notion of yet ANOTHER social networking site, mocked those that had gone to the dark side (I called them "Twatters"), and refused to be educated on its superiority to Facebook. Now the mocker has become the mocked...

It all started with a friend and I discussing our purpose/meaning of life. A deep and wonderful conversation in which I shared my belief that we're made up of the same materials as the stars. I'd never read or heard it, but it was in my head all the same. Later that same night, she text me to turn to the science Channel for a program called, "Wonders of the Universe". My world has not been the same since...

The narrator of "Wonders..." not only said the exact same things that I'd said earlier in the day, he had scientific data to prove it. Professor Brian Cox, a British physicists (and a one-time rock star), is the brilliant and dashing host that put my beliefs into well organized scientific explanations of our oneness with the universe. As much as I love to avoid what's "trending" in mass media, I have to admit I've become quite smitten with the "Brian Cox Effect". This effect has caused a paradigm shift in my attitude towards science, as well as social networking. There was once a time that I felt like my mind couldn't process scientific information, which was quite confusing because I'm especially good at math (and all academic subjects, really). Science has always stumped me, until now...

Now that I'm a "Twit", I only follow science related Twatters and find that the information is easy to process. Also noteworthy is how amusing and witty I find these men of science. It's not all beakers and bunsen burners, folks. I laugh, I learn, and I love that my mind has been opened to a whole new world of wonders. If someone had told me weeks ago that I'd fall in love with science, become a Twit, and resurrect my blog from 5 years ago, then I would've laughed and checked them for a fever. Maybe I would've thrown a drink in their face in the spirit of reality TV. Yet, here I AM... A star reborn!

Not~So~Cosmo

Adventures in Pet Sitting: The Tale of the Jackass

Adventures in Pet Sitting: The Tale of the Jackass
I agreed to pet sit for my friends 2 cats over the Thanksgiving Holiday. I've pet sat for her before and things went fabulous. The cats love me and she's got a sweet house. Tonight was my first visit to feed the girls dinner and it was a complete disaster.

She's made many to changes to her home since the last time I watched the girls, including the addition of an alarm. Luckily, the alarm has a remote control so I figured there'd be no problems, I don't have to enter any codes or beat any time restrictions getting in or out of the house. I get to the house tonight, hit the alarm off button and enter the front door. About 2 seconds the later the alarm starts blaring. I keep hitting the off button but it doesn't seem to work. I'm searching for my cell phone so I can call my friend for help when the alarm company comes over the transmitter asking if things are ok. I explain I'm pet sitting and the key fob isn't working. They ask for the password which I don't have and then say ok, have a good night just as my friend's husband answers the phone. He gives me the code to shut off the alarm and explains that you have to hold the button on the key fob down until the red light goes off. I don't recall receiving these instructions but it's all good. The alarm company calls my friend on her cell and she explains the situation so the cops get called off. Thank goodness. Let's feed the cats now.

I feed the cats and then go to let the new outdoor/indoor cat in the house. He's a bit apprehensive since he doesn't know me so I try to give him some space so he'll come in. He doesn't go for it and I can't just leave the door open because the other cats will run out and that would be bad. I go get his food and that gets him in. I go outside to get his water dish and take a quick look around when the patio door shuts and locks me out from the inside. All the keys, mine and hers, my purse complete w/ wallet, ID and cell phone and all the cats are now locked in the house. Great. Plus I don't know my friends cell by heart. She mentioned that she was going to let the neighbors know I'd be coming over so I go next door to see if they can help.

The neighbor turns out to be a sweet old lady. She doesn't have a spare key like I hoped and she doesn't have their cell phone numbers. She tells me she thinks there's a spare key somewhere in the backyard. I ask to use the phone and call Marcus to bring me a flashlight and my old cell which might have her number. I go to the back yard to begin my search for the key. Have I mentioned that for FL its a pretty chilly evening and I'm not dressed for chilly? I digress. I go out front after a few minutes to wait for Marcus. The neighbor comes over with her cell phone and the great news that she got the husband's cell from the other neighbor. I call them for the second time in 30 minutes on the 1st night of their vacation with more wonderful news. I'm locked out. They give me instructions to find the key and after like 10 minutes I finally find it, just as Marcus arrives.Woo Hoo! Victory!

I get myself in the house, hide the key again, finish lovin the kitties and then realize I've totally lost their mail. I took it out of the box while waiting for Marcus and before the neighbor came back with the phone. I retraced all my steps and didn't see it. I didn't go back to the neighbors because it was late and I had already been over there 3 times. I'm going to ask her tomorrow if I don't find it after a second search in the daylight.

Moral of the story: don't let a ditz like me watch your pets while on vacation.

Have you cast your ballot yet?

Witizens,
I just voted and I feel great. I don't care who you vote for. Just please make sure you go out and do it. If you don't, I don't want to hear any complaints when your candidate does or doesn't make it to the White House.
Sincerely,
Will Work For Shoes

I can support this. Can you?

Why Women Wednesday

Witizens,

This post will serve as a response to the response of my last WWW quarry: "Why do we wait until the very last minute to get ready?". I selected my favorite part of the comment that followed: "basically if I don't want to go somewhere, I will rebel in my own way by waiting until the last minute to prepare". This is perhaps the most honest answer I could have hoped for. And yet, I'd known all along.... We do it on purpose. I can "get ready in like 5 minutes; however, if I don't want to go, sooooo many things "come up". Is that procrastination or grudgingly keeping thine word? Are we manifesting the distractions? Women, Why are we "natural born rebels"?


Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo

Why Women Wednesday?

Witizens,

Women.... Why do we wait until the very last minute to "get ready"? Don't we know that we intend to leave at a predestined time?

This post is like 5 minutes late, by the way. Yeah, I had all fucking day.

Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo