Author:bluelollipoproad

Don’t Stop, Get It Get It

(I cannot find the lyrics to the above titled song. Bummer. It’s the perfect booty-shaker.)

Anyway!…
After sending me a receipt from a work errand, I responded to a young guy I manage over text message this morning: Sweet! Thanks!!!

He then responded with: GEEZ, I have never seen someone get so excited over a bill.
I said: Life is short, play hard.
I own my geek-ness.
They make fun of me being all “Pom poms, Go Team! and Spirit Fingers.” I love this and take full advantage when sending out work orders, etc. adding things about unicorns and rainbows. (I have to make sure they re paying attention!)
This made me think. Being happy, positive and excited about your days is a choice. If you want to be pissy, have a bad attitude and hate your life- you will. If you want the opposite- it’s a choice. You can have whatever you want.
My life is certainly not all butterflies and rainbows, nor will it ever be. I have however taken life by the balls (I will hide my class for just a moment there- sometimes it has to be done.) and I am “killing” it. I’m no different as a soul that I was a month, year, or 5 years ago- I’ve just realized I have the authority to make a choice on a daily basis to get up early, stay up late and keep jumping up when life kicks my ass. It’s hard to do this when you feel like garbage and oh have I been there. I could share a laundry list of screw ups, heartbreaks and hurdles that could move a mountain. We all could. Life is a cycle of ups and downs and learning how best to deal with cards we’re dealt and mistake we make. I have made a million.
The thing is though, even when you’re in the worst of dumps, after a while something has to click. You then realize the truth in the fact that we all have ONE life. Then the- WTF am I waiting for?! smacks you in the face pretty quickly. 
Butterflies, rainbows and pom poms it is for me. It’s so fun owning my toolness and feeling like an 8 year old. Punishing yourself in a different negative and unhopeful place (I have done this plenty before) for no good reason is a total waste and man does it make you feel awful.
ONE life. 
Off to skip on the yellow brick road…
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Miracle On Ice

I have become a total boy/sports-fanatic/addict/junkie during this Olympic time. I’m 31 years old and today is the first time I’ve been rallying the troops to go to a sports bar to watch the game.

I love every minute of it.
I have scratched my head about 100 times now wondering why I didn’t go to work in Vancour for this one. Oh well, there’s always Sochi. Only 1,446 days left to wait 
Until then, we could have another miracle!… Tune in tonight!
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Get Real

I think I’m finally smartening up as years pass, surrounding myself with real, like-minded people and understanding myself better than ever. It’s the best.

I just had a long conversation with a brand-new friend. (One of those lucky strikes; You meet and 22 seconds later you think to yourself- done! This one is a lifer! YIPPEE!) We have only know each other for about 3 weeks but you would think it’s been years. We have very similar stories having to do with our 20’s. (Typical young-adulthood things) having no idea who we were, relationship failures, feelings of being lost, insecure, over-committing to people, jobs and volunteer work, becoming “successful” then losing it all, moving to unfamiliar places- all that stuff.
Like comfort food or going home to see Grandma, it is such the best treat when you can have an at length conversation with another human who just “gets” it/you. It feels fantastic when you get through a very difficult period of growth and can sit on the other side with someone who relates and just laugh and laugh. 
My favorite part of today’s chat was when I shared the single best place that I’ve personally gotten to. The:
Really, if I’m not good enough or what I’m doing is not good enough- screw off. 
Yeah, that place.
This is not negative or bad- it’s the exact opposite. How many countless times have we all shrugged our shoulders and said something along the lines of: “I don’t even care anymore, it’s/he’s’/she’s not even worth it”, “Whatever if they don’t like me-oh well!” or “Screw them- I don’t give a shit.”
You know, that cocky and pretend bad-ass place you think you are at the time you say something like one the above but you actually do totally give a shit?
I’ve nearly killed myself the past 1.5 years trying to come out of a dark hole of immaturity and life cluelessness. Having no idea who I was or what I want. I sure don’t have all the answers now- nor will I ever, but damn have I gotten to a place now that I feel more at peace, happy and just plain old chill than I ever have. It’s friggin awesome. Working hard to get to this place comes with GREAT reward. (That above “place” I was talking about.) Feeling 100% confident that yes, you have tried your best, you’ve put heart and soul into “it”, you’ve been been honest and forthcoming, gotten up early- stayed up late and earned ever bit of whatever it is. The reward of the very first time you say “screw off” and you actually really feel that way, as in please don’t come running after me because I won’t turn around, I don’t really care if I ever see you again-yeah for real, no thanks-I’m over it-you’re a day late and a dollar short.
It is soooooooooo nice. That place feels like a million bucks. It’s like this freedom that’s unexplainable. Like putting a stake in the ground saying I have conquered! All that blood, sweat and all those tears were worth it and I’ve really gotten to know myself. I came, saw and kicked ass.
Here’s to kicking ass, taking names and finding incredible comfort in your ability to say if it’s not good enough; “Screw off!” and walk away smiling…
Thanks L. or should I say thanks JW? HA!
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I Agree!

As the chocolate tres leches cake tries to hide behind this sign…we happily scarfed down our piece while sipping on a cafe cubano.

Yeah. That was our after-dinner treat last night. 
Yippee, yay, me so happy, love this stuff, life is good, ahhh…I love a de-lish meal with dessert and especially when it’s accompanied by the whole-shebang of fantastic restaurant experience, sigh- what a great way to end a work day, (Oh I could go on and on)…
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The Valentine Scramble

I saw a man come out of a store today looking stressed enough to be on a trading floor. Before the doors of this certain retail establishment had a chance to shut behind him, he and his roses took off in a sprint.

Yes- he sprinted to his car.
I was in a store yesterday and a gent in that place nearly elbowed me in the face to get ahead of me in line.  Knock yourself out dude- I’m just picking up some milk and eggs. (He purchased a few ridiculous pink and red plastic wrapped trinkets along with some bad boxed chocolates.)
I’m gigging, shaking my head and rolling my eyes as I type this. Oh the Hallmark Holidays.
No one shopping/spending? Bad economy? Are you kidding me? During my errands this weekend I saw people spending enough money on Valentine’s Day junk to pay off the National Debt!
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Where The World Comes Together

Ahhh…the 2010 Winter Olympic Games in Vancouver.

I have always been a huge Olympics junkie. I froze my butt off working in Salt Lake City in 2002, but it was easily one of the most incredible experiences of my life. As a surprise for employees who worked hard and didn’t miss a shift during the games- we got a surprise free ticket to the closing ceremonies.
Holy moly. Somebody pinch me.
A few of my fellow employees saw $$$ signs and sold their tickets for tons of cash. I think I remember face value of those tickets we were given to be something ridiculous like $800. (I just poked around for prices on tonight’s opening ceremonies and saw a ticket for $1,100. Yikes.) Our gifted tickets were a hot commodity but hell no was I selling mine! I went. It was indescribable. 
Standing in a stadium of thousands with a goody bag of stuff (which I still have) and participating in the show knowing that literally the entire world had eyes on that place was just…gives me shivers. Sounds cheesy but it’s true. Talk about a once in a lifetime. 
We went to medals ceremonies/concerts, short track speed skating, the gold-medal round of men’s figure skating, met celebrities, athletes and people from all around the globe, actually held some of the awarded medals, were on the Today show and worked directly with FBI and Secret Service and other insanely cool things that I couldn’t even keep track of. As I type this now, knowing how thrilled I was then to be a part of it all- 8 years later I’m realizing in a whole different way how lucky I was. What an experience.
I’ll be tuned in tonight like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas eve. I hope you will too. I’m so excited to drink in the next two weeks watching the best of the best in awe of it all.
Here’s to Vancouver 2010! YIPPEE!  
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Caught My Ear

I had the TV on this morning (typical morning background noise while scurrying to get out the door for the work day) and overheard this line in an interview:

“Sometimes leaving something alone is the best thing you can do.”
A very wise line I thought, perfectly fitting for this day for me and good to share with you all here too.
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