I spent part of my night watching Star Trek (First Contact). I love Star Trek TNG. Picard >> Kirk.
One of the things this movie reminded me of is that in ST there is no money. The economics of the future are opposite of those of today. The concept of life without money - a people so involved in bettering themselves and their people that one-upping isn't the concern - it's my dream in a sense.
I love engineering. I love learning and even accept the occasional failings since the lessons stick so much better when you missed on the first chance. I love knowing that things I work on provide something people need (water) safely and in an environmentally conscious manner.
I would love my job regardless of pay because I love solving problems.
I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be able to do what I love without money ever being a factor… must be amazing.
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Frickin' transforms. Damn them, damn them all to math-oblivion… and their little bastard exceptions and Idiosyncrasies, too! Grr...
So, my current dog (a german shepherd) is 100% love. She loves other animals. I'd love to have a friend for her because she would be so happy, but another GSD is a commitment I'd rather not make right now. On the other hand, I saw a long coat Chihuahua at the pet store and CUTE! So, I'm totally thinking that this little darling is my baby's new BFF.
I have names:
- Howard Hughes
- Gidget
- Spock
- Jean Luc
- Coco
- Missoni
My husband and I both grew up in Christian households which celebrated Christmas and took part in every piece of the celebration possible. His mom last year had two Christmas trees. One tree for the red, white, and blue decorations and an entirely separate tree in another room adorned with the other ones. Hardcore, isn’t she?
Last year we went to the tree farm and picked out a really pretty, tall, fancy tree which I had tons of fun stringing lights on and decorating with all sorts of little ornaments from my childhood which my mom and dad had packed up for me to use on my very own tree (since I’m such a certified grown up now). My husband I believe cooked and then played on the internet while I did the decorating.
This year: we have no tree. Not feeling it. No decorations. Nothing. It's New Wave Christmas: we send the cards out and go to the parties. Hell, I might even put a snow globe on the mantle and stockings, too (mine’s pink velvet) – but there’s not a chance of me dragging out bins of décor only to make myself spend all that time putting them on display and then having to spend twice that putting it all back away in less than a month. Time is money and Santa doesn’t pay me. Husband’s mom has two trees anyhow. I can visit them and say hello if I start feeling sad.
Besides, I like my house not looking like some green and red monster puked shiny things everywhere.
I am a chronic over-thinker. I spend so much time pouring over things and perfecting them. I want it all to work just right. I want it all to be logical and practical. It’s almost OCD at times. Not much of a shock that I was described as, “precocious… very precocious” at age 2, is it?
So, the Change: I am moving to LA (well, Manhattan Beach). Yee-haw, right? Sweatshirt weather almost 24/7, beach (ocean air!! Surf!) a block from my stoop (potentially) and a change. Change, I’ve heard, can do a person good.
For me to reconcile this change (which for anyone who knows me, is huge – I am a born and bred NorCal girl) I have to run a cost/benefit analysis of everything that will/can/has even the slightest potential to change as a result of this relocation and decide if it’s a pro or a con for my direction in life.
Sample Problem: moving will add commute issues.
Result: Who gives a shit? I live at the beach.
I have probably thought way too much about this. I’ve gone over everything from commute/work issues to how to most effectively pack things such that anything I don’t need will end up in storage and not in my new residence (which I have decided will be a simplified version of my life now, starting with no TV). Crazy.
I’m done with the pro/con stuff now. It’s too much. To tackle such a dynamic thing as moving with a pro/con list could drive a person mad. So I’m deciding that change is good. I’ve been me for 25 years and for this 25 years the times when I felt the most satisfaction with where I was occurred as a result of me taking myself out of my comfort zone and putting myself into situations where I have to adapt to things.
So, I’m moving to Southern California. I will be trading my more-brown-than-blonde tresses for uber-hilighted ones, I will begin to refer to freeways as, “THE 101” and, “THE 405” and at the end of this – when I sit and think about my day and how everything that could go wrong went wrong and that some things went so amazingly right that I’m borderline smug about them – I will become a better me. A more laid back, adaptable, slightly less neurotic, Lacey.
And the best part: Husband and Dog will be there, and home is where the Husband and Dog are.
LaceyT.
5 days off. I slept tons. It rocked. I feel full-time awesome.
I was thinking today why I love triathlon. What the heck is it in me that says, “triathlon is fun!"?
I love knowing my body is in shape and pushing its limits.
I love pushing myself on the intricacies’ of my stride and stroke during the off-season.
I love the feeling of exiting the swim and entering a transition area completely full of bikes.
I love how fast I can fly up a hill with effort and how swiftly I can take descent with minimal effort.
I love passing people on the run, the bike and the swim.
I love the feeling at the end of a race where you gave it 150% but you would repeat it in an hour because it was that amazing. It really was. You have no idea.
I think the thing I love most about triathlon is that it’s a journey to go from competent to excellent. I’m between the two and that’s what keeps me going.
That, and my killer playlist on my ipod (I’ll post that later).
G’night!