On the other side of teary-goodbyes and wistful what if's, I awake to a new life of bubbly, brave, bosom buddies. I read this over-the-top statement with unforced gaffaw, mind-you, but the truth can sometimes be candy-coated, I've learned... and I am the last person on Earth to believe it. Not that I'm a pessimist. I'm absolutely and resolutely not. I've had someone ask me this with angled arrogance, ready to pounce on my expected, "I'm a realist," with Tigger-ed enthusiasm, "Doesn't that really mean you are a pessimist?" His snarky grin afterwards? I wanted to eat it and projectile spew it onto his raised cheek bones... because there's a big difference between being a pessimist and being a realist, trust me. I've been both, and one is greatly preferred for the lotus flower bouquet of "you just never know." Because that's the damn truth of it... you do never know. In addition, some of the worst moments of my life have proven the BEST kinds of outcomes. Being a realist affords you the luxury of knowing possible outcomes and many times, preparing for the best in either/or cases.
Back to Candy Land--- meet Flo, the cutest, dimpliest pixie, Jersey, hip-girl you ever met. She swims in and out of giggles. I swear it. No wonder she walks so carefully and slowly! Who would want to crush all those Willy-Wonkaled, soapy spheres of delicate, hiccuped glee? I tripple-tortoise taunt you not to like her and bet my first-born babe to Rumpelstiltskin hooey that you cannot resist her infectious laughter tantrums. You can't. It's strictly an impossibility, bearing no over-sensitivities to loud noises... because she's not the quiet, mousey type. Oh, no.
I met Flossie back in February at the Boston job fair during the Nemo blizzard fake-out. Beantown went a little barmy with its projections of the storm, but hey, it led to Flo inviting me to crash in her hotel room for the rest of the fair and one uncanny friendship. You see, thinking practically, I chose to remain in the city instead of going with my original plan to stay with my sister's family out in Wenham. Despite my everlasting familial yearning to get to know my nephews better, I knew that come morning, taking the train back to the fair and my dream job just wouldn't be feasible... so my superhero brother-in-law called and booked me a lovely hotel room near the Harvard Square stop...
For the next weekend- oops! Just a shoulder shrug, funny mix-up, head shake later, I dashed back into the snow-flurries, hoping to soon find my way back to the Cambridge Hyatt and Flo's generosity. Well, "soon" became a desolate walk of teeth-chattering footprints along the river, and I really could not believe my good fortune when a lone SUV pulled up beside me, opened its back door and shouted, "You are from the job fair, right?" I 360-ed, grateful for my garish-orange, sweater dress and exhaled a white cloud of, "Yes," into the frigid air. Confirming the voices indeed came from fair folks and not creepsters, I hopped into the warm, metal bubble of comfort and zoomed back to the buzz-whizz-whoosh of jobs-in-a flash, a.k.a. the job fair.
Okay, so what next, other than dial up Flo and humbly beg to make good on her insane gesture??? Well, giggle festing, interviews and job offers from the same, charming director later, we became fast friends, wondering at the coincidence of it all. Flo became than just Dory's imaginary friend from Finding NEMO and FloJo more than just a ridiculous, Olympic moniker. Seriously, can you believe the coincidences? Me either. Such is my bizarro-fab life!
HELLO Lizzzzzzzz! Independent, free-spirited, hippy-licious, funky-fun, sassy-frass! Wow-wee, I have met my match in the go-getter attitude game. I mean, really, I cannot compare. It's not fair- she's got a few years on me... Can I be like her when I grow up for ever and ever? Because I know already she's one cool chickee for all time... she whi
ps out her Ivory Coast French in pretentious, pent-house clubs and takes off for long bike-rides with strangers, as if sparkly unicorn stickers decorate the States' headlines about Women in India... but she's lived in far more unpredictable places and taken mighty-good care of herself all along way, so you just tuck that judgment gavel back into your 4-breasted, tweed coat. This lady's got wisdom and street smarts engraved into her bones. I mean it!
These two lovely ladies were the first to step over my *Griha Praveshed threshold and wake me from my jet-lagged, heavy slumber.
*Griha Pravesh is a well known Indian Hindu custom. It is performed during the occasion when one enters in a new house. In some cases even re-entry into an old house also calls for performing the ceremony of Griha Pravesh. This custom is executed on a previously fixed date and at a particular time according to the astrology chart. The purpose of this ritual is to keep away the evil forces from the house by worshipping the Almighty.
When a house gets ready, the family moves in after performing the ceremony of Griha Pravesh. This Griha Pravesh is an old practiced ritual since the Vedic period. This puja is performed to invite the Gods and planets symbolically to the newly built home. It is also said that Griha Pravesh puja is done to appease the Gods for seeking their blessings for the well being of the family members of the newly built house. The puja is also conducted to keep away negative forces and is also marked as the thanksgiving ceremony to the gods and the ancestors for the boon of having a new house. During the Griha Pravesh the `Muhurat` or the auspicious moment is decided according to the `Panchang` or Hindu calendar.
Back to Candy Land--- meet Flo, the cutest, dimpliest pixie, Jersey, hip-girl you ever met. She swims in and out of giggles. I swear it. No wonder she walks so carefully and slowly! Who would want to crush all those Willy-Wonkaled, soapy spheres of delicate, hiccuped glee? I tripple-tortoise taunt you not to like her and bet my first-born babe to Rumpelstiltskin hooey that you cannot resist her infectious laughter tantrums. You can't. It's strictly an impossibility, bearing no over-sensitivities to loud noises... because she's not the quiet, mousey type. Oh, no.
I met Flossie back in February at the Boston job fair during the Nemo blizzard fake-out. Beantown went a little barmy with its projections of the storm, but hey, it led to Flo inviting me to crash in her hotel room for the rest of the fair and one uncanny friendship. You see, thinking practically, I chose to remain in the city instead of going with my original plan to stay with my sister's family out in Wenham. Despite my everlasting familial yearning to get to know my nephews better, I knew that come morning, taking the train back to the fair and my dream job just wouldn't be feasible... so my superhero brother-in-law called and booked me a lovely hotel room near the Harvard Square stop...
For the next weekend- oops! Just a shoulder shrug, funny mix-up, head shake later, I dashed back into the snow-flurries, hoping to soon find my way back to the Cambridge Hyatt and Flo's generosity. Well, "soon" became a desolate walk of teeth-chattering footprints along the river, and I really could not believe my good fortune when a lone SUV pulled up beside me, opened its back door and shouted, "You are from the job fair, right?" I 360-ed, grateful for my garish-orange, sweater dress and exhaled a white cloud of, "Yes," into the frigid air. Confirming the voices indeed came from fair folks and not creepsters, I hopped into the warm, metal bubble of comfort and zoomed back to the buzz-whizz-whoosh of jobs-in-a flash, a.k.a. the job fair.
Okay, so what next, other than dial up Flo and humbly beg to make good on her insane gesture??? Well, giggle festing, interviews and job offers from the same, charming director later, we became fast friends, wondering at the coincidence of it all. Flo became than just Dory's imaginary friend from Finding NEMO and FloJo more than just a ridiculous, Olympic moniker. Seriously, can you believe the coincidences? Me either. Such is my bizarro-fab life!
HELLO Lizzzzzzzz! Independent, free-spirited, hippy-licious, funky-fun, sassy-frass! Wow-wee, I have met my match in the go-getter attitude game. I mean, really, I cannot compare. It's not fair- she's got a few years on me... Can I be like her when I grow up for ever and ever? Because I know already she's one cool chickee for all time... she whi
These two lovely ladies were the first to step over my *Griha Praveshed threshold and wake me from my jet-lagged, heavy slumber.
*Griha Pravesh is a well known Indian Hindu custom. It is performed during the occasion when one enters in a new house. In some cases even re-entry into an old house also calls for performing the ceremony of Griha Pravesh. This custom is executed on a previously fixed date and at a particular time according to the astrology chart. The purpose of this ritual is to keep away the evil forces from the house by worshipping the Almighty.
When a house gets ready, the family moves in after performing the ceremony of Griha Pravesh. This Griha Pravesh is an old practiced ritual since the Vedic period. This puja is performed to invite the Gods and planets symbolically to the newly built home. It is also said that Griha Pravesh puja is done to appease the Gods for seeking their blessings for the well being of the family members of the newly built house. The puja is also conducted to keep away negative forces and is also marked as the thanksgiving ceremony to the gods and the ancestors for the boon of having a new house. During the Griha Pravesh the `Muhurat` or the auspicious moment is decided according to the `Panchang` or Hindu calendar.
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