The First Day

Well hello. Yes, it's me in the 7AM hour! Shock of my life too, trust me. Today feels like the first day. Of school? Maybe. Of Work? Definite possibility. Of the New Year? Should've felt this way. Of the rest of my life? Most likely. A bit extreme or corny you might be thinking. But why ELSE would I be up blogging this early!? It feels like I'm on the brink of something big and so now I'm awake, anxiously awaiting the day...to go to work. Nothing more than that right now...the same but totally different. Why? I'm finally ready, willing and able to speak about change and ACT upon "FMJ"! Again, it DOESN'T have to be FMJ. It can be HFMJ (High Five My Job) or even LMJ (Love My Job) :) Working on it today more than ever...

Let's get 'em!


XOXO,

T

FMJ

We've all heard the "clever" outpouring of complaints forced upon us by even the most seemingly innocent Facebook friend. From your third grade teacher, who your mom made you accept as a friend, to your closest bff, you've heard it all; OMG, WTF, FML, SMH, LMFAO, LMAO, LOL, blah blah f-ing blah. Well 'eff it. I'm joining the cool- kids- crew and starting my own. And here it is, introducing:

FMJ (Fuck My Job)

You know it sucks, why not have a catchphrase for it?! How many hours in your work week do you spend thinking this? 5, 10 hrs? More? I can certainly say more than 10, and now I have a way of letting ALL my Facebook friends, Hell the WHOLE WORLD, know how much I dislike my stinking job.

But SHOULD I be doing this? NO. I SHOULD be trying to fix this minor (major) detail (plot) of my life (existence) into something more meaningful (figure out my life's goals and aspirations). Why is it that we've started to accept that are jobs suck? Do we have to hate our jobs? Is that in the grown-ups manual or something? I must've skipped that part, searching for the sections on drinking and doing whatever I want. Let's return to the time where you learned a trade, say milling or cobbling, and you were that! You lived, studied and changed your damn NAME to that. How many Millers do you know? A handful in your life, at least! Now, how would I look changing my damn name to Tracy Associate Planner in Fine Jewelry? Crazy, I know. And I want to be defined by something I'm passionate about...and that 'aint it. So I have to find my "thing" folks, gotta find it...

Feel free to use FMJ as needed, I know you want to.

XOXO,

T

The CZ in Me.

I heard this clever gem in a new Robin Thicke song:

"Just like the ocean makes the pearl, pressure builds diamonds"

This must be why I work in Fine Jewelry, in PEARLS no less. The pressure of this crazy city, dating, learning, adjusting, moving and shaking, working and trying to figure it all out is building a diamond. Bueno!

Then why do I feel like I'm cracking? Does that mean I'm CZ*?!?!?!

Damn.

*CZ as in Cubic Zirconia not Ceska Zbrojovka guns weirdos.

XOXO,

T

2010, bitches.

Well hello. There's so much to catch up on, I feel like writing nothing. Does that make sense?! Here's my chance to finally use this analogy, it's like going into Urban Outfitters* and seeing alll the fly stuff you want everywhere. You want to touch it all, discuss it all, BUY it all! But you can't. Impossible. So you buy nothing. I mean, who the hell wants only one thing in a cornucopia of awesomeness? Nobody, that's who. However to move things along here, I will just provide a few random topics that have been on my mind, in no particular order:

1. School Daze was watched approximately 5 times over the past week. This movie is incredible, bunk the critics. It's beautiful, raw, real and has songs that will echo in your skull through the most boring work meeting. "This was your LAST test and you FAILED!!" Damn Julian! You so meaaaann.

2. Having a pajama jam=the best idea ever. I wore my new cheetah print Snuggie and with little to no shame, I'll say it was a HIT! Literally wore it like an evening gown, with a belt to cinch my waist, and came out like Ali. Straight GOAT. I know. I know.

3. Little known fact about me: since about 1990 I have periodically experienced a weird ache in my belly button. I remember quite clearly the first time it happened, I told 1st grade teacher Mrs. Gerry my belly-button was hurting and she took me out into the hallway to talk about it, "OK, I'll bite. What the hell, it's been a long day" is what she was probably thinking. So I explained that it was hurting, but she just didn't believe it. She tried to convince me it was my "tummy" that was hurting, with me all of 6 looking at her cock-eyed not yet knowing how express the phrase "Naw lady, it's my belly-button for sure! Don't be condescending and get me to the doctor, ho!". I've often joked that Dr. Wynn (the family friend Doc who delivered me and later came out of the closet to the shock of all) messed up the belly button knot at my birth, causing this lifelong, unnecessary pain. And now I know I was RIGHT! That weirdo straight messed it up! It's a called a Paraumbilical Hernias. Mystery solved.

4. State your purpose. If you come at me for any reason...seriously state your purpose. Don't waste my time with idle communication that barely requires response. State your MF purpose. What do you want from me? This has happened a lot lately and I'm starting to get creeped out by it.


See, I told you it would be random. Was it worth it? ;)

XOXO,

T



*Used as an example only, you may insert your favorite store here.

"The Kind of Gift We Have"

So I'm writing a short story. Actually, I've already written one. My sisters and I have decided to put our genius to use via short stories. I'm going to write more and I have great ideas about what to write! The first one was inspired by this story I read on cnn.com about African Albino children, it straight broke my heart in two. It's really amazing how a tiny 300 word glimpse into a different life from yours can inspire you to jump into another reality, another time and place. That's exactly what happened here...

I'm nervous about posting it here, though, maybe later.

XOXO,

T

Thoughts

So I really just sank to a new low in my life. I just watched 4 youtube videos of people rapping "Sittin' on a toilet" while sitting on a toilet. How did this happen to me? How did I get sucked into such a vortex of stupidity? Of waste? I can for SURE find better things to do with my life, right?! With my mind, with my heart, with my attention, with my talent I can take over. Like seriously, take over. I can do it. I can. And I will.

Starting, now.

On another completely unrelated note, I used to be obsessed with Jonathan Taylor Thomas (I would never desecrate his name by using "JTT"). That boi was making BANK at one time! And with all the stuff of his that I bought, I probably straight bought one of his houses (this is the 13 yr old in me assuming he has multiple homes in fantastic locations around the world). And where is he now? Nowhere to be seen. He shows up in stupid shows on the CW here and there, but no more big screen gems like Home for the Holidays. It's not fair, he was great. Long live Jonathan Taylor Thomas!

I am feeling like...

minutes: 2:38-3:18 of Playing Possum (Maxwell, BLACKsummer's Night)