The only thing I want from Los Reyes Magos

5 Dec

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Reason #1. Cats are natural squatters.

19 Sep

squatter cats, squatting.

 

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They just truly do not give A F.

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RE-VAMPING my blog

17 Sep

So, years have passed.

Since, we last tuned in:

I have:

Left my old job;

Had my midlife crisis, doing so in my very own version of Eat Pray Love (blech) but more like cry, cry, cry in Nepal, India and China.  Am so thankful to have good friends;

Found a much better job.

And at the current moment, I am:

45, almost finished with my doctorate (say WHAT?), and like that Emiliana Torrini song goes – “never married, never had those kids…”.  This last part was a source of great sadness, for a very long time.  I grieved, and grieved, and grieved.  And then, I moved on.

So – what is in store for “More than Meets the Eye” now?

It came to me at 3AM the other night. As many wonderful, intelligent, and fabulous ideas do.  (This also happens to me in the shower, too).  Sometimes, I forget.  Sometimes, in the morning light, as I towel off, I think “hmmmm.  nope, that is just nonsense.”  But sometimes – chispa!  A spark is born…

The seeds of this particular chispa were first planted when I was a senior in high school, when I created a character, “Alex the Cat,” for extra credit in my psychology class with Mr. “Chippy” Kelleher. Unbeknownst to me, the chispa-seed was silently budding, during the lovely but all too short years that I spent with my beloved Don Gato (RIP, chichi).  And then continued to percolate away when Buddy the Budster entered my life.

You see – cats are the true anarchists of this planet.  And I am going to prove my theory in this here blog.  Tune in, same cat time, same cat channel.

This is my parallel universe dissertation.  Welcome.

 

 

 

 

It has been a long time…

22 Apr

Since I wrote a blog post.  I had a few saved as drafts, but that was over a year ago.  Lots has happened since then.  Lots of bad, and recently some good.  Last year I went through a very difficult time.  I slipped into a deep depression in March 2012, began to resurface in May and after a few good months, slowly started to slip down again in the fall and winter.  I am in recovery mode now – not as bad as I was last year, but definitely not my best.  But at least I am starting to feel more like myself again, and things seem to be getting back on track.

I will write more about these experiences later.  But I just wanted to start posting again, and am taking baby-steps.

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11 Nov

Hello all,

I have been away for quite some time. And in all honesty, not much has been going on. I just have been living my life – trying to remain present. At times, it is very difficult – especially now that I am truly owning my deepest desires and wants, and finally accepting that some of these things are really not within my power and control. It is a constant process of accepting and letting go, owning and holding, remaining and releasing.
Add to that school, work, some (emotional) trips for family gatherings, friends, dressing up as Frida Kahlo for Halloween (Ha!  My friend went as Freddie Mercury, so we were both “famous people with mustaches”), alone time, exercise, and the absolutely necessary amount of time needed to catch up on Gossip Girl (you know I love me some Gossip Girl!)…the months have flown by since my last post.

It is now truly autumn. We have even had a snow storm here in NYC! The radiators regularly jingle-jangle in my apartment.

Nothing too exciting, and at times I feel stuck. But I am still here. And for the most part, I am doing pretty well. I may *even* be ready for some dating (again).

We shall see….

I am considering signing off on blogging for now. I began this whole process as a way to deal with a difficult relationship, and then the pain and grief of having to end it. This blog has helped me heal. And I am ready to move on.

Vamos a ver…

Dedicated to my heart with extra heartbeats.

22 Sep

I also know my life is not a Bollywood film, or an action-adventure movie, or a French indy flick.

22 Sep

I emailed my friends with pretty much the same info I shared on the blog yesterday.

My friend J responded with this and I almost spit up my coffee laughing while reading it this morning at my desk.

“...yes, in regular movies, it would have been that chance glance that would have sealed your fate.

i think in boy movies, you would have been walking away in slow motion from some explosion, and then with the firey background, and hair fluttering with wind blowing in the right direction so it would be bouncy and boot heels that would, in reality, have been impossible to walk in, you would have done some gymnastics…

My dress would have looked awesome on this bike!

and in a hindi film, he would begin to gyrate his hips, and start singing, as you coyly, sulkyly ignored him, and then you would have started belting out your verse, and then the whole train including the conductor would have joined in the chorus….

Makes any ride on the 6 train much more interesting.

what would happen in a french film? well, it would have probably been that fat guy that peed on the airplane, so you would have just walked out of the train, with nothing to think about.

This was my response:

ha!  Love it!  In a French film I would have some horrible, deep dark secret, and we would have started meeting randomly on train platforms to have sex in rat-infested corners!

excusez moi, mon ami.

I would much rather have the Bollywood version!

xoxoxo,
GG

AND this was my friend T’s response:

I saw GG’s outfit yesterday and — she looked EXTREMELY cute. I would have sent her the email ( :
Unfortunately, the boys are clearly not watching the same movies we are…in their movie the girl in the cute dress is probably some kind of evil shape-shifter who’s an alien from another planet. Hence it would not be wise to email.

This is a photo of me taken a few days ago. What? You guys no longer want to be my friends?

I ask the blogiverse…what would I do if I was not blessed with my great, wonderful, and lovely friends?  I am glad that I do not have to worry about that!