Will You Marry Me...?

Happy Leap Year/Day Everyone!

In celebration of this auspicious Sadie Hawkins holiday: to all my single guy friends: Will you marry me?

Now I completely understand if you say no, but in return I expect you to pay at least one traditional "fine" for your refusal. These can include:
- a kiss
- a 1-pound note (English currency or American $ equivalent)
- a silk gown
- 12 pairs of gloves

I don't have much use for the silk gown or 12 pairs of gloves, but a kiss would do. Or if you're too embarrassed, I will gladly accept money.

However you choose, celebrate today with a little joie de vivre!

(Information source- Wikipedia)

Hunt of a Journey...

I recently passed the one-year anniversary of my move to Nashville and the one-year mark at my job. One year. Wow. It has gone quickly. What do I have to show for it? I guess that I survived. Survived a year of introductions, directions, unfamiliarity, loneliness, newness, etc. What have I gained? New friends, new "family", a community, more independence...

For anyone who may read this blog faithfully or talk to me on a regular basis, you will know that I have struggled with my job since I started. I have many times spoken of the daily harassment I endure from my unscrupulous boss. I have searched for jobs, somewhat half-heartedly, and even interviewed. But I just couldn't take the plunge. Call it a lack of courage or over-abundance of fear or plain old apathy; whatever the excuse, I wasn't going anywhere. Part of me thought that this was really where I was supposed to be. Perhaps this was a test I was to undergo to prove .... what?

But a new fervor has awoken inside me. I again have desire and passion to succeed. To thrive instead of just survive. I am job hunting again. In fact, I have already sent out my resume. It is time (well past time actually) that I stand up for me. That I continue my journey down the path that is laid before me and stop inhibiting the progress.

Pray for me, please.

La vraie pauvreté est celle de l'âme, une pauvreté dans laquelle le mental est toujours dans un tourbillon créé par les doutes, les soucis et les craintes.
Real poverty is that of the soul, a poverty in which the mental is forever a whirlwind, created by doubts, worries, and fears. --Swâmi Râmdâs (Quoted on French-Word-A-Day)

V-day to Remember...

Last night was the first time in several years that I went out for Valentine's day. Now don't get too excited- it wasn't a date. A friend, Philip, organized a group outing, Valentine's Sucks: Dinner & a Movie. But by the end of our joyful evening, not one of those in attendance was saying that Valentine's sucks. Even singles can have fun on the dreaded holiday.

We started the evening at Pie in the Sky, a swanky pizza place in Cool Springs. We had the party room all to ourselves with a wonderful server. We talked, we laughed, we ate great food. My friend, Bria, even had a game with a pound of Starbucks coffee beans as the prize- we had to share a memorable Valentine's story and then we all voted for the best story. I actually won with a story from college about a special rose I received from a friend. I'm looking forward to the coffee!

We had time to kill before heading to the theater, so a few of the girls went to Starbucks. Gotta love Starbucks!

Then off to the movie theater for a 945 showing of Step Up 2 the streets. The movie itself was a little cheesy, but the dancing in it was incredible. It blows my mind how they get their bodies to move like that. The soundtrack was also good- and I'm not much into hiphop. We had fun making fun of the movie and even danced in our seats at the end.

Though I didn't get home til after midnight and am thoroughly exhausted today, it was all worth it. I had a lot of fun. I even let loose the reins and was a bit crazy most of the night. But that's good- crazy times are needed now and again. And I can certainly say that I had a memorable Valentine's day...