Archive | May, 2011

Run for your life!

20 May

A beautiful but sweltering day in Fl

Today was unbearably hot, just a short walk from the grocery store to my car was enough to start sweating. It’s really hard to enjoy a beautiful and bright afternoon when you can’t breathe properly with a hundred percent humidity. It’s borderline ridiculous. It reminded me of my time in the Bahamas and a dreaded school event called The Run. My school was known for athletics, and lord knows I’m not especially made for speed, but I do my best. The school is also divided into houses (kinda like Harry Potter). There was Taino (my house), Lucayan, Carib and Arawak. Every year in the spring the whole school gets together for one giant track meet. The students run around the large track, around the block of the school and then around the track again. This is not optional. Not participating was considered to be a slap in the face to your house, and I was a kid- I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. A friend of mine and fellow competitor( she was a Lucayan) ran until she threw up blood, and kept on running!

On days like today, where it is just way too hot, I am reminded of that feeling. Exhausted and dripping with sweat. Feeling like your lungs are going to explode and the Sun clearly has a score to settle and wants to you suffer. In fairness, I really liked the school. It was great on every other day. A lot of kids loved the run, it was a chance to show their skills an many of them were really good at it. I however blame this for my distaste of organized sports. I’ll take a swim or yoga any day.

11 months 24 days and 10 hours…but who’s counting?

18 May

So it’s been less than a year since I’ve graduated from college, but it honestly feels like forever.

Graduation is always bittersweet

I recently visited my alma mater. It was both lovely and slightly anxiety inducing. I was able to visit with some old friends, but I inevitably had to answer the same question I dodged when I graduated last year, “so what are doing now?” I am lucky to have work, but in a way it seemed like I had romanticized graduation. I saw it as a finish line, but it was really just the start of the race and I seemed to have tripped on my shoelaces just as the starter gun was going off. I do have to remind myself that that many people feel the same way, full time work is very hard to come by right now. Unfortunately that does not ease the sting of job rejection, no matter how many times it happens.

I was reminded that its a numbers game, I just have to keep applying and will be rewarded. I hope that proves true for many reasons. One of which because I found myself asking my younger friends the very question I hated so much last year and seeing the same panic that had framed my face. I would like to be able to tell them that their perseverance pays off. Which I’m sure it will, sooner or later.

A day for moms

9 May

Moms are special, and mine is no exception. She’s lovely in every way and constantly makes me happy she’s all mine (except that I have to share her with my brother, but that’s ok too). I’m so lucky that I don’t understand people that constantly fight with their moms and can go months without speaking to each other. My mom and I spoke everyday when I was in college. It’s not even because she told me to (which she did, a lot) :) It’s because we are friends. So here’s to you, Mom! Bask in our love and know it’s always there and always will be.

I love you Mom!

Derby Delights

8 May

I only recently became interested in the Kentucky Derby. My friend from Kentucky introduced me to the wonder of the derby four years ago while living in the same dorm in college. It started with pie. This pie, actually.

Kentucky Derby Pie

She made it in one of the other campus apartments and shared it with our whole dorm. And as everyone knows, there is no way better to get college kids to an event better than food. Each year the gathering got bigger until last year we had a real party. BBQ, pie, drinks, dollar pool and appropriate attire (dresses and big hats recommended). It was a blast.

The Girls

Even though the gang’s separated, the derby is a great memory. Today I got several text messages with everyone’s top horse choice. None of us chose the right one, but that’s not what makes the derby so much fun. It’s a great time together with maybe a mint julep and slice of pie in hand.

The Group

State of Grace

6 May

Q.  Pick something you don’t like, and choose to accept it.

I am not graceful. I may have the name, but the similarities pretty much end there. I’m clumsy and accident prone, but I’ve come to accept it. I will not be a dancer anytime soon but that’s fine with me, I’d rather be the plucky comic relief anyway. But I do have a type of grace, something that allows me to part take in crazy scenarios that don’t normally happen to others.

While playing a pirate in my 8th grade play, the top of my boot suctioned itself around my leg and could not be pried off. An inordinate amount of time was spent trying to get this stupid thing off my leg, all while I’m laughing so hard that I was crying. People tried to pull it off and soap was used to slide it off. Finally, a big burly guy from the stage crew had the idea to pry the boot off with a pipe and break the seal. I was beside myself with laughter while thinking, “Really? Does this type of stuff happen to other people?”

On my trip to France a couple years ago, I was traveling with someone I didn’t know very well. While I was trying my very best to pretend I knew French and she had her nose buried in Rick Steve’s travel guide, the metro arrived. She took it upon herself to run down the stairs, screaming at me to follow suit, which I did. Being of sound mind and body, I decided it was a terrible plan to try to get on a train when the doors are closing, (common sense, right?) But no. Within a matter of seconds, the doors were being held open with my friend grabbing one arm and screaming for me to get in. The other arm was being pulled in by an odd, disheveled woman with track marks up her arms, smelling of fish and clearly swearing at me in french. This was my introduction to France, all within the first twenty minutes.

Eiffel Tower at Night

I was in Turkey two years ago. During a particularly cold night’s walk a group of us stopped in a Starbucks to warm up. We got some drinks and sat down. After a short while we noticed a man slowly making his way over to our table. He introduced himself as the “Kenyan James Bond”. He was a charismatic man clearly trying to sell us something, but he was just too fun to turn away. He turned his attention to one of the girls closest to him and predicted how her life would turn out, paying specific attention to how many children she would have all while making her a friendship bracelet at an amazing speed. Apparently everyone at the table was destined to have lots of babies, especially me, I had the most of all.  He told me, “You’re going to have a big family-5 kids!” Oh my goodness. He added, “You’ll also come back here and see me.” Someday I’ll go back and we can see how accurate his psychic powers are…

Sunset view of the Blue Mosque

I used to really hate that things like this happen to me because it would single me out, make me different. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to accept that this is just part of what makes me unique. So much so that a family friend made a doll replica of me. It was a sweet gesture and quite a likeness. She even has a band-aid on her knee.  :)