Savoir-Faire as the Cookie Crumbles

Keep your feet on the ground even though friends flatter you.

Apparently, my plans of floating away using my ballooned head from the ego boosting review, and the wonderful, uplifting comments has been delayed. Because the cookie said so. And you don’t mess with the cookie.

I will keep my feet on the ground and heed the advice I was given, in such a timely fashion.

My blog will stay the same as always. No bells, whistles, or shining lights; no mad endorsements, or instant fame. I will still write, chronicle, and record. I will continue to laugh, live, and love. And each, and every response I get from you, I will cherish and give thanks, because I appreciate every one. But my flying days? Well, they will be saved for my honeymoon.

So I bow down to the master cookie in the sky (God really does have a sense of humor) and praise you for preserving my character for another day.

I should say tact was worth much more than wealth as a road to leadership…. I mean that subtle apprehension which teaches a person how to do and say the right thing at the right time. It coexists with very ordinary qualities, and yet many great geniuses are without it. Of all human qualities I consider it the most convenient—not always the highest; yet I would rather have it than many more shining qualities.

-M. E. W. Sherwood

**This post also inspired by the fact that the superintendent of the school I went to (elementary-graduation), reads, subscribes, and comments on my blog** What an honor! Thank you Todd. You were an amazing biology teacher and I know you are an amazing superintendent. It was great to see you at the reunion last year. I could really get a big head from your glowing comments. Thank goodness we have fortune cookies to keep us sane. 🙂

SIGNS – What do you believe?

A few years ago when I was single and having – oh so much fun – in conversation with, shall we say, a person very direct about their beliefs. He was a devout youth minister who expressed his ways in a very upfront manner. No secular music. No mark on your record. No sin whatsoever – you get the idea.

He was a nice enough guy, it was interesting to hear his views, as long as he knew I had some of my own (ahem). I think that was against his *rules*, but I digress.

In one of our last phone conversations the question came up, what was my favorite Christian movie? My answer, with no hesitation at all, SIGNS with Mel Gibson. He said, “Excuse me? Do you mean The Passion of the Christ directed by Mel Gibson?”

A little unsure of why he wouldn’t think SIGNS one of the greatest Christian movies of all time, I answered, “Um, no, I mean SIGNS with the aliens in it.”

Long pause.

In an effort to give me a chance to change my answer confirm what my favorite CHRISTIAN movie is, he says again, “SIGNS, the syfy movie?”

Aha, now he is getting it, err no, he sounded a little disgusted by this answer. Yep, I definitely hear the sneer. Imagine all the dating, romance, soul mate dreams come hurling from the sky (like an alien ship- ha) crash burning to the ground in a fiery pillar of smoke and blue flames. Phoooosh!

Oh well. I’ve given worse answers than that, I am not perfect and you know what? I stand by it. To me it’s a Christian movie, whether it has aliens in it or not. I am not ashamed to say I am a HUGE syfy fan. It passed down from my step dad when we would watch Star Trek together. I love it. I love the imagination. I love the other-worldly-ness. Does that make me a bad Christian? I don’t think so. Wasn’t Mary supernaturally impregnated? Aren’t Angels supernatural beings? Didn’t Jesus supernaturally rise from the dead? Is syfy really such a bad thing to believe in? Can’t we all just get along?

SIGNS is my favorite Christian movie because it is a movie about faith. Faith being tested. Faith picking a side. Determining what you DO or DO NOT believe.

Do you believe in SIGNS?

Let me give you a quote from the movie, this is Mel Gibson speaking who plays a former pastor. He has turned from his faith after a tragic loss in his life. He does not believe in God anymore. Alien ships have shown up and his family is questioning what will happen to them. He gives them this answer to decide for themselves what they believe, and to decide for themselves, what will comfort them.

People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance. I’m sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they’re on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there’s a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they’re looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever’s going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

Do you react to the scary things in life with fear? Or hope? Is it luck? Or more than coincidence?

I’ll tell you this, the last month has been very scary for me. I’ve had cold feet – from marrying the greatest guy in the world – I know, WHAAATTTT? I believe it’s psychological. I had an abusive spouse that I freed myself from. My safe haven is my current home, and now to give that up for my new husband in October…..well…..It feels like I am giving up my new-found freedom. My “safe” place.

And then what? Am I back in crazyville? Oh heck no! Not doing that. Nuh-huh. So, I get anxious and teary – more than a few times. Maybe, even a little nit-picky about my new mate. A little harsh. I am scared. Literally frozen. My heart thumping out of my chest to even consider writing the 30 day notice to my duplex and moving my things. Taking this giant leap of faith felt more like a free fall or being a rabbit about to dart away down the rabbit hole, just missing the steel trap door closing on it’s cute powder puff tail. But I AM free, either way, either house. I am still free. Not only am I free, but Jason would never treat me badly. I know this, so what’s the deal, right? Maybe I wasn’t looking at the signs.

Here is what I see looking around.

Despite my turmoil at the time, I celebrated our second anniversary meet date and wrote a blog post about how we met. The how we met post. That post became one of the most viewed – ever.

Then at work, I win the drawing for a round trip Continental ticket to anywhere they fly in the US48, Canada, or Mexico and guess what? It includes a companion pass with it. Honeymoon tickets anyone? This happens on the tail end of financial difficulties from my past (ex #2) that cut the wedding budget to bupkis. Better than that, I discovered I have a plethora of hotel points through Radisson. I have never collected points of any value, but this year I did. Over 200,000 and that puts me right at a free hotel room stay – four to five nights long. TOTALLY FREE.

Finally, couples are supposed to be complimentary right? I was diagnosed with a hyperthyroidism in December. I have to take medicine to make my thyroid stop producing. Jason texts me a few days ago. He now has a thyroid problem too. He has hypOthyroidism which means – his thyroid doesn’t work. Mine overworks; his doesn’t work. If only we could be each other donors.

After this week of signs, my feet warmed right up. I know exactly where I am, and what I am doing. I have nothing to fear. And do you know what else? I see miracles.

SIGNS, I believe them. I believe there are no coincidences and I believe we are in a supernatural world.

What do you believe?

P!NK all the above

I got a lot of comments, on Facebook,  about how lucky I was to win concert tickets to P!NK last night at the American Airlines Center in Dallas.

Luck? Blessings? Fate? I always like pondering those. Could it be all the above?

First, maybe it was luck? My name was drawn out of a hat of three names. Maybe it was fate? Since I have, a 15 yr old, daughter I could take. Maybe, I was blessed? Spending time with my best friend from Junior High who lives a mile down the road.  I don’t get to see her near as often as I would like. *different circles, busy, busy lives*

Thing is, the way it worked out so perfectly? It could only be, a little of,  all the above.

I won the tickets out of drawing but,  when the American Airlines rep came by to drop them off, she surprisingly,  had two other sets of tickets. The other two names in the hat also got tickets. Everyone wins! *gotta love that*

I had planned on attending with my daughter. We enjoy P!NK. She is not the norm. She speaks her mind,  and there is something to respect about that,  whether you agree with her or not. I knew, back in 1995, when she was competing with Christina, Brittany and Jessica, that SHE was going to be the one still standing long, long after their careers slowed down. I was partly right since Brittany is still extremely famous -albeit notoriously- compared to P!NK; the rebel. *would have never expected THAT back in the day when Brittany was still pure?*

Turns out, the next day, one of  the other co-workers that got the tickets? She has the flu and can’t go. They ask ME if I’d like TWO more tickets to P!NK! Her two tickets were rightnext to my two seats. Uhhh, YES!

My best friend from Junior High,  and her 19yr old daughter agree to join us. I couldn’t be happier about that,  especially, since I was asking them the day of the concert. Off we go to P!NK! We decide to take the train, from just south of the DFW airport,  to Dallas. It’s called the TRE.

I live in Arlington, Texas. Home of the Cowboys new stadium, home of the Texas Rangers baseball team and ballpark, Six Flags, Hurricane Harbor, UTA of Arlington hosting 25,000 students, and MOST importantly the LARGEST city in the United States with NO public transportation. WHAT!?! Yep, that’s right. NONE. I digress.

We trek about 15mins away to a square of land officials deem Fort Worth (actually Fort Worth is 30miles to the west). Don’t ask. I have no idea but it is so. That square mile (*cough*American Airlines headquarters*cough*) is Fort Worth and Fort Worth has public transportation. A BIG two story train called the TRE. Wee!

I have never been on the TRE before. I get queasy on small trains, but I was willing to try it. Avoid driving in Dallas, fighting traffic, and paying to park? Who gets train sick?  Not me! I’ll admit, the first time I do something is usually a fumble. Let’s call it my charm. I confidently do what I think is right and hope for the best.  If it doesn’t turn out right? Well then, I just go with the flow. I don’t stress. It will work it’s way out and HEY I’ll know better next time. *aren’t I fun?*

Purchasing the wrong tickets was one of my falter moments right off the bat. *why dawdle* I got Zone 1, should have been ALL Zone. Yeah, my friends got Zone 1 too. My bad. My second falter was not knowing which side of the track we should wait for the train on (pssst the EASTbound side). Did I mention I am directionally dysfunctional?? Hey,  it would have helped if they had signs, and maps, or something. Thank goodness they didn’t check tickets.

So, the plan was, follow the girls with PINK hair! It worked! We made it in 15mins via train (Sydney said it looked  like the Harry Potter train) no hassle of PARKING. Two minute walk to the arena. Phhhs! We made it look easy. *I am absolutely doing that again*

The Ting Tings played first. Great beats. I realized on the first song that I had that song on my iPhone,  Great DJ, awesome song to run or bike to. The group consisted of two people. Guy playing the drums and the girl singing and playing guitar. That was quite catchy. Punky, cool and fun, perfect openers for P!NK.

P!NK came out somewhere around my cell battery being at 20% left 9ish.  The stage set was fantastic! They had six screens above the stage in all different sizes. The screens constantly played P!NK video, or the stage show happenings live , lights, scenery,  or other pictures; all framed digitally. It was pretty slick. The stage had stairs,  and two slides, lots of dancers, plus a lounge bed type thing. There was a runway out to the middle of the arena. P!NK came out of a trap door, at the end of the runway being raised up, by rope over the whole stage with feathers trailing down from her skirt. Pretty dramatic!

The latest P!NK album, I got last year when it came out. I liked every song. Jason and I had broken up.  I was angry, lost, and confused. Here comes P!NK with an album, just after a break up from her husband (they got back together too). She was mad and  hurt. Her songs were emotional and I related so well. One song was fierce,  SO WHAT, one song was desperate,  Please don’t leave me. Many of the songs cycled, like I did, it really was a release to me to listen to this music. Her music. Her pain. My pain.

Obviously, her music touches a lot of people in that same way. She touches our darkness, our suffering, what we hide and don’t want to show the world but she does. She brings it out in song. No, she is not a Christian artist that so many of my friends listen to. She is different. She taps our vulnerabilities and what we don’t understand sometimes. Something, God puts in all of us, maybe so we can relate more to the broken and the hurt when we need to. That’s how it seemed for me at least.

I was surprised how those feelings, from those hellish two months, bubbled to the surface so quickly. It shocked me a little bit and it took me a while to process.  I was able to let them go,  as I was captured by her performances again, again with each song.  How at ease she was.  How talented. Her voice soared the entire night without fail.  She gave it her all every note. Her smile, absolutely stunning.

She IS a  Rockstar, but like a Rockstar that you could hang with and not feel uncomfortable. That impressed me.

After the concert, I checked Wikipedia to learn more about her. Interesting life, just as I thought. Cinderella story.  Check it out, if you get a chance.

In the end, what a great concert. All the above applied. I was blessed by her voice and energy,  fated to be there with my friends,  and lucky to enjoy it all with the zest of life.