Change..

"Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken."-Frank Herbert

Change! Is it true? If no change in your life happens, do you just sleep through life, not really experiencing everything life has to offer? If not everything, even half of what life has to offer? I've made some big changes in my life that I feel affected my life for the better and can only imagine what type of person I would be today if I was to scared to "change" my life. It gets me thinking more about people that don't make the change that I made and feel so sorry that like the above quote says, these people will sleep through life without change!

My friend made her first steps of change toward her career. We've all talked how we can't stand our jobs, (who doesn't), how our bosses treat us, how we never make the money that we all truely deserve. But now, she is taking the plunge and happy for her that she is changing to improve her quality of life in a small sense. If only, I could get around to it.

All of us have choices in most everything we do. I always tell my employees that. You can choose to come to work on time every day, do a good job and come back for another shift, OR you can come to work late all the time, do a crappy job and eventually lose your job (in some places this can happen OK!) You chose your path in life so to all that read, I hope you chose happiness, chose change because it's not always a horrible thing. No matter how hard it is to take that first step.

Rambling on...

The Rambler

magic in a bottle

Tonight, I went cheap and colored my hair not at the salon (don't tell my hair lady, she'll kill me!), but at my friend Ana's house. I even still got a nice head massage. And she made me dinner. I should have put out, but Matt (boyfriend) might have got a little upset. Or not, who knows.

Anyway, I always wanted some red in my hair and finally did it. With the help of Ana of course and my kid sister who was the commentator. It came out a little darker than I expected but still am pleased with it. Amazing that we ladies drop well over $100.00 just for color (not including the cut) when we visit "the professionals". But not tonight, tonight the magic in a bottle came in a nice $9.00 package.

Cheers,

The Red Rambler

This is the love of my life. We drive each other crazy, but somehow manage to still be each other's best friend. We have this saying, "Honey, am I killing you yet?" The other usually responds, "I'm already dead, honey, already dead!" 

Boys are just oblivious...

"How wrong is it for a woman to expect a man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself." -Anais Nin

So how wrong is it for us girls to want men to know what we want without beating them over the head with it? My girlfriends and I had a conversation tonight about how oblivious men are. And it got me thinking about the differences between us girls that "overthink"and "overanalyze" everything versus boys who couldn't catch the hint if it was in front of them. That's being a little harsh but is it because sometimes us girls wish the guy just knew and understood what' going on in our heads? Instead of us explaining painfully, some of us in mid-tear through the explanation, to them word for word EXACTLY what is wrong.

My boyfriend has always told me to be honest, he's not a mind-reader, if I tell him "nothing" is wrong ten times, he'll stop asking cause I had my chance! But don't guys get that sense of what they did or didn't do, without our help? Or is it like when you train dogs? If you don't correct their mistake in 3 seconds, the dog doesn't understand why you are yelling and bantering on. They just stare at you but have NO CLUE what they did.

Well, for any man that reads this rambling blog, I apologize if you were offended by any of my comments...but I'm sure you'll get over it in 3 seconds or less.

Love Love the Rambler!

This is Mookie. My favorite dog in the world, (cause he's mine). I love him so much that of course I had to blog him for all to see. This crazy dog is one of the best reasons to come home to after a rough day at work. (Besides my honey, Matt)

The Invisible friend..(are you sure he wasn't with us?)

(Dedicated to Ana and Denise)

Who is this invisible friend you ask? Well, my real friends often ask that question too. Actually, I constantly ask myself and rack my brain (what's left of it!) Here's how and why this invisible friend came about.

Sitting with real friends (names mentioned above in dedication), having a conversation...
(Not word for word, totally paraphrasing here),

Real Friend: "We had fun at dinner when we went to X place last year?"
Me: "Yeah, who was with us again? You, me, real friend 2, and didn't that other guy come us with, your friend from work?"

Strange look from Real Friend.

Real Friend: "Who are you talking about?"
Me: "You know, that guy, your friend from work! What's his name? UUU, I can't remember."

Stranger look from Real Friend.

Real Friend: "Selena, it was just us. No guy, or friend from work!"

Me looking completely lost and confused, and 15 minutes or so of the same banter of "are you sure?" ending with....

Me: "OK"
End of conversation.

Birth of my new friend the invisible friend.

He has come up about a dozen times, been "invited" to several outings with the girls, and I don't know but I feel like we should give him a name, since he has obviously made it into my life and won't leave.

So to Ana and Denise, some of my "real" friends, who unfortunately has endured the "invisible friend" conversation several times, I love you guys! Thanks for reading the rambling.

First time

Hey....

So, this being my first time, I want to tell all of you that may read this, that I am a horrible speller, my grammer sucks (I think I was trying to pay attention in English), and sometimes I just go on and on and on and on and on...oh, see, sorry.

I promise to try not to make this one long run on sentence. I, Selena, promise to throw a comma here, and a period here and whatever else should be in my non-grammer remembering butt. So, for all you super English geeks that will slaughter my words apart, I humbly apologize. For those of you who know me, you understand as you have all gotten my cards, emails, or handwritten notes.

I am hoping this blog thing will help me become a better writer. I have always wanted to write something, started several "writing projects" but my brain gets all cluttered and unorganized and I can't do it. So not that this is the only reason for starting this blog, but maybe to express thoughts or crazy comments that I could never say out loud.

Well, here is to a new journey in life. (I sound so cheeseball, but hey, it's my blog and I can write what I want! Right?)