oblivion is so last season

Now, let me think...How can I say this nicely?

People who are unaware of their surroundings are highly irritating to me and I feel that they should learn how to be more present and aware of what is going on in the moment around them.

the amazing things

After a recent bout with everyone's favorite stomach problem (diarrhea), I am reminded of all of the amazing things that our bodies can do.

Due to ingesting some somewhat disgusting food, I spent a small portion of Friday evening on the toilet...at a friends house! I know the sensitive minds out there are curling at this unpleasant thought, but don't fret- it is merely a vehicle for realizing how cool our insides are.
If ever you are to eat something terribly unsavory, a trained gut will quickly, and I do mean quickly, dispel said yucky thing. Bad food goes in at the hand of bad judgment, and our bodies have the wherewithal to momentarily decide and ensure that these baddies get evacuated. Amazing! Quite right!

Thanks body! Next time, I'll try to think before I eat bad Mexican.

Dinner made

BBQ "chicken" tofu, mashed sweet potatoes, and sauteed brussel sprouts and edamame!
Delish!



Followed by a little croissant

My Buddy

One of the great disappointments of my life was never obtaining a my buddy doll. I SO very much wanted one. They seemed so real. So life like. So much better than a cabbage patch. And later so scary, as they went on the inspire the Chuckie movies! Ahhhhh. Scary!

I now have my very own little buddy at school through the Starfish Initiative. The Starfish Initiative is a mentoring program based on a fable about a boy who tried to throw a starfish back into the ocean that had washed up on the shore of a beach. The boy's grandpa approached him and said "Hey boy, why are you wasting your time throwing back that starfish? There's hundred's of them and it won't make a difference". The boys looks up at his grandpa and says "it'll make a difference for this one". Get it? I'm making a difference for the one starfish.

So, my buddy came by and he's super excited about hanging out with me tomorrow. I couldn't help but to sing the song from the commercial at the top of my lungs!

My Buddy! My Buddy! Wherever I go, you go. My Buddy! My Buddy! My Buddy and Me!!!

Picture Day!

I still get a little tinge of excitement at the thought of picture day at school. What will I wear? Will I have good hair?

Containment-Contentment. Clever purse pun? Auto-Correct Nightmare? Freudian slip? Stupid Error?

Lately, I've had a few errors in my blog. I'll admit, sometimes I don't check my work when I write. Sometimes I type so fast, click submit and never look back. Blaine, why would you do that; it's going to be on the internet? You ask.
Well, honestly I don't know. I guess I want to believe that somehow I can vomit write things and that they will make sense. I'd also like to think that through my ramblings and mistakes, I could find some kind of clarity about myself. After all, as annoying as stream of consciousness writing can be at times, it is also fascinating to read as it is revealing and refreshing.

For example, yesterday in my post (a purse debacle), I referred to the struggle for inner contentment as "the struggle for inner containment". Interesting, as purses are used for containing things. I'd like to say that I did that on purpose. A clever purse pun for my readers. But no, I wrote, I skimmed, and I clicked submit.
Was this a Freudian slip of some kind? Does my use of the word containment reveal something about me? Maybe my iPad's auto-correct is acting as my id?
But really, maybe I'm just lazy, rushing, or going through the motions with no regard for the product. Is it possible to find a happy medium? A place where I am writing freely, yet free of mindless errors.

A purse debacle

I am constantly faced with the very important task of deciding what vessel is best for transporting my things. It is hard, and although it does not involve solving world problems or pursuing inner contentment, it is a very important aspect of the day to day and for this reason I ponder. The first problem is quality and style. I constantly struggle between splurging on a nice purse that I will have forever and just throwing all my stuff in a reusable shopping tote or old knapsack. I also struggle with size. It must fit all things important, but not be too big and definitely not give me hunchback shoulder. Finally, color. In fashion, different colors are constantly coming in and out of style and really who cares, right? But seriously, black or brown?

I am going through a purse frustration period, and for this reason I have sold my current purse on eBay and ordered this:







A simple black lesportsac tote. We shall see.

I would now like to hereby recognize the immense shallowness of this post. Who freaking cares what purse you buy, Blaine?!
But it's on my mind, and sometimes wrestling with our shallow ridiculous selves is part of realizing contentment. And even the the most self realized yogic gurus need something to put their stuff in, right?