Tired of Theo

Bostonians need to get a life. That goes for the whole state of Massachusetts, as well. Every time I turn on the television and watch the local news, they’re talking about Theo Epstein and the Boston Red Sox. The Red Sox has already broken the curse and won the World Series. Yay! Yes, Theo Epstein is partly responsible for it. Great! But, my gosh, to hear his name every single day speculating whether he’s going to be Red Sox manager again or not, or what his title is going to be, not only during all the newscasts throughout the day but during newsbreaks too – it is getting ridiculous. I’m sure even he is tired of hearing about how he played the guitar, wore a gorilla suit or picked his nose.

Please, there are more important things in this world than baseball, the World Series, and the supposed manager that has the Midas’ touch to win it. There’s a whole world out there full of people in serious situations that need real attention – more than the sports personas, television and movie stars already basking in the sometimes undeserved fame and wealth we obsessed fans have afforded them.

If we devote even one-eighth of the time we spend obsessing over these people to helping out in some worthy cause, the world would be so much better. Heck, If we devote a small fraction of that time in self-evaluation and improvement, then we wouldn’t need these supposed heroes and role models to look up to, because our self-esteem would be healthy enough to only look up to people whose contributions really make a meaningful difference in people’s lives.

I mean – how many people really cared if Brad Pitt called Jennifer Aniston to tell her about Angelina Jolie’s pregnancy before the announcement was made? Come on, people. Enough already.

Sure, we need some entertainment in our lives. It shouldn’t take over our whole lives though. There are other, more important things to think about.

--oOo--

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Girl With A Lost Earring

I was on my hands and knees, looking at every inch of the floor under my desk hoping to see a little sparkle that would catch my eye. "It's time to go! We'll look for it when we get back from work," said Hubby. Reluctantly, I stood up and walked out the door to go to work.

Yesterday morning, I lost one of a pair of diamond stud earrings. The previous night, as is my routine right after I get home, I took all my jewelry off -- rings, necklace and earrings -- and placed them on top of my desk in front of my computer monitor. As I got ready yesterday, I realized that I was missing an earring.

I lost one of a pair of pearl earrings before. I put it on a counter in the kitchen while I cooked. It was gone by the time I was done. I searched high and low, cleaned, dusted but came up empty-handed. I was afraid that the diamond stud will disappear as mysteriously as the pearl one did.

Someone suggested I dry mop, another said I should vacuum and cover the vacuum opening with a nylon stocking. Both were great ideas, but before I did all that, Hubby suggested I go through the trash can under my desk. I was skeptical since my trash has a swivel cover, which makes it almost impossible for anything to go into it unless I opened it. Nevertheless, I did just that.

I took a plastic bag and started transferring each discard, piece by piece, after intense scrutiny. Torn receipts, candy wrappers, tissues, junk mail, plastic wrappers and cases of things we've purchased, pistachio nut shells -- I went through all of it starting with the biggest pieces. I got more and more discouraged as I neared the bottom. I was thinking that if it fell in accidentally, it surely would have been caught by the bigger pieces of trash that were on top. But I carried on, praying quietly that I would find it. I got to the bottom with nothing left but the pistachio nut shells. I almost gave up as I picked up and looked at the shells, one by one. "Surely, I would have seen it by now," I thought. Determined to be thorough and go through the last 15 shells that were there, I picked up a couple more and -- lo and behold -- hidden under was my earring. How the heck it got there, I do not know. I guess at that particular moment, in one of the few times the swivel cover was up for a second, it somehow fell in. What are the chances? It doesn't matter now, I am just happy I found it, happy enough to blog about it.

Today, I got home and took off all my jewelry and, as usual, put them in front of my monitor. This time though, I put them all in a white ceramic pill box. One that's easy to spot in a dark place and is sure to create a ruckus if it falls.

White on White

Like everyone else, we just had a crazy holiday season. That's the reason why this blog's decor has been white on white in the last several days.

In the last three weekends, we went from skiing in New Hampshire, to Christmas eve in Massachussetts, to New Year's eve in Florida, and to an Orthodox Christmas dinner in New York. And we did not fly, we drove. Hubby and I enjoy driving a lot. We have in each other, a captive audience, when we're in the car together for hours talking about anything and everything. We had a lot of fun but my mind and body is still recovering from it all.

I have been slow in responding to emails, text messages, phone calls and I couldn't really blog. A thousand little thoughts are racing through my mind but I just can't seem to focus on any one topic to write about. I think it's my brain's way of relaxing and recharging. It just seems that it really doesn't want to ponder much on anything right now, no matter how strongly I feel about it. It's almost like all the frantic activities kicked up the thoughts in my mind like a huge cloud dust. As soon as it settles, I think I'll be all set to go again.

Until then, I hope everyone's having a good and meaningful start to the New Year.