30 April, 2008
Passover is officially over...
now that I ate the last of my mother's homemade chocolate-covered macaroons. MMMMMM. I miss them already.
28 April, 2008
My weekend
After a week from hell, I finally had some respite. My weekend was wonderful. I only did three things: Temple, visited with my sister, and yoga. But these three things brought calmness and relaxation to my life. It felt very healthy. Plus, I ate a gizillion macaroons! So, all is well.
Love,
Agate
p.s. I spoke to a dear friend on the phone as well this weekend and her advice was very welcome and calming as well.
Love,
Agate
p.s. I spoke to a dear friend on the phone as well this weekend and her advice was very welcome and calming as well.
20 April, 2008
Buses
Ok, dear reader,
I know, I know, I've been complaining a lot lately, but all I can say is that I guess this is the outlet I feel comfortable with to get things off my chest. So, here's one more...
It's a beautiful afternoon. It is definitely spring out. But, am I outside? Am I enjoying the spring Am I worshipping nature?
No. I am reeling from being thrown under the bus. In a series of e-mails between someone who is not you dear reader, I can assure you, I discovered I was thrown under the bus. One of those big double-decker tourist buses. And I just discovered who it was who threw me under said bus. I had thought that person was a nice person, but obviously not.
It's just an awesome afternoon! It's all puppies and rainbows here in Agatestone land.
I need a nap.
I know, I know, I've been complaining a lot lately, but all I can say is that I guess this is the outlet I feel comfortable with to get things off my chest. So, here's one more...
It's a beautiful afternoon. It is definitely spring out. But, am I outside? Am I enjoying the spring Am I worshipping nature?
No. I am reeling from being thrown under the bus. In a series of e-mails between someone who is not you dear reader, I can assure you, I discovered I was thrown under the bus. One of those big double-decker tourist buses. And I just discovered who it was who threw me under said bus. I had thought that person was a nice person, but obviously not.
It's just an awesome afternoon! It's all puppies and rainbows here in Agatestone land.
I need a nap.
19 April, 2008
see post below
Dear Reader, I've decided to forego life as a mime and will continue on the yogic path. I don't know what I was thinking!
12 April, 2008
Some of this may be true...sorta.
So,
I know this will come as a shock to you dear reader, but I've decided to forego my plans of becoming a yoga teacher. Yes, I know I only have one class left. But, after much soul searching, it's time I decided to follow my heart. And my heart dear reader, does not sing the joyfull tune of yoga, but the melodic melody of mime. French street mime to be exact. My classes start next week. It's a 14-week course, and for the final exam, I must travel to an urban area and mime on a street corner. I will only pass the course if I garner at least $100 in donations. Any less, and I will become a mime-school flunky. I know, I know dear reader, you may think me odd. But, I can't help what I feel. Mime is my heart. Mime is my soul. I just never realized it until now. In fact, I was thrown out of sushi restaurant tonight. All for my craft. Yes, I was vigorously miming, but, of course, as it was miming, I was very quiet and surely not distracting anyone. Nevertheless, the head sushi chef himself came out from behind his sushi enclave and asked me to leave. It was mimism, pure mimism, dear reader. Well, I left. But I left a stronger person, dear reader. No one, not even you can dissuade me from my dream.
Love,
Agate
(Obviously, the miming isn't true. The getting kicked out of the sushi place is kinda sorta true)
I know this will come as a shock to you dear reader, but I've decided to forego my plans of becoming a yoga teacher. Yes, I know I only have one class left. But, after much soul searching, it's time I decided to follow my heart. And my heart dear reader, does not sing the joyfull tune of yoga, but the melodic melody of mime. French street mime to be exact. My classes start next week. It's a 14-week course, and for the final exam, I must travel to an urban area and mime on a street corner. I will only pass the course if I garner at least $100 in donations. Any less, and I will become a mime-school flunky. I know, I know dear reader, you may think me odd. But, I can't help what I feel. Mime is my heart. Mime is my soul. I just never realized it until now. In fact, I was thrown out of sushi restaurant tonight. All for my craft. Yes, I was vigorously miming, but, of course, as it was miming, I was very quiet and surely not distracting anyone. Nevertheless, the head sushi chef himself came out from behind his sushi enclave and asked me to leave. It was mimism, pure mimism, dear reader. Well, I left. But I left a stronger person, dear reader. No one, not even you can dissuade me from my dream.
Love,
Agate
(Obviously, the miming isn't true. The getting kicked out of the sushi place is kinda sorta true)
28 March, 2008
Please, please forgive me.
Dear, dear reader,
I humbly apologize for all of the complaints I have subjected you to for the past few weeks, either via this blog, on the telephone, by IM or in person. I am in a complaining mood lately. But, it is friday, and today, I will not complain to you. Or at least not complain too much. Here are some good things.
1) Yes, we have three inches of snow out there, but at least it is white and fluffy.
2) I'm having vegan pizza tomorrow night. Yay no cheese!
3) Work doesn't suck today.
4) My office isn't infested with badgers.
5) I don't have to hem the new yoga pants I recently purchased.
6) My socks match...today.
7) The smoothie place is selling HUGE cookies today.
8) I'm reading a book on how to heal the world. I'll let you know what I come up with.
9) I'm seeing Elvis Costello in July.
10) The world is filled with beautiful art and music.
Well, that's 10 things. I know there are other good things to talk about, like that even though we have 3 inches of snow on the ground, it smells like spring. If I can think of anything else, I'll update this list. In the meantime, have a great weekend.
Agate
I humbly apologize for all of the complaints I have subjected you to for the past few weeks, either via this blog, on the telephone, by IM or in person. I am in a complaining mood lately. But, it is friday, and today, I will not complain to you. Or at least not complain too much. Here are some good things.
1) Yes, we have three inches of snow out there, but at least it is white and fluffy.
2) I'm having vegan pizza tomorrow night. Yay no cheese!
3) Work doesn't suck today.
4) My office isn't infested with badgers.
5) I don't have to hem the new yoga pants I recently purchased.
6) My socks match...today.
7) The smoothie place is selling HUGE cookies today.
8) I'm reading a book on how to heal the world. I'll let you know what I come up with.
9) I'm seeing Elvis Costello in July.
10) The world is filled with beautiful art and music.
Well, that's 10 things. I know there are other good things to talk about, like that even though we have 3 inches of snow on the ground, it smells like spring. If I can think of anything else, I'll update this list. In the meantime, have a great weekend.
Agate
23 March, 2008
I scream.
Isn't ice cream the perfect drug to combat the nautical disasters in life? I had some soy ice cream the other night that was wonderful. Fluffy and ice creamy. I may go pick some up from the store and make that my drug of choice in these trying times of bad gallbladders (not mine), work horrors (yes, mine), not enough time in the days, manditory overtime combined with lack of time to eat (it's a wonder my fingernails haven't fallen off yet, the way I'm eating).
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