Five minute Friday: GRIT

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.

We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.

Won’t you join us?

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on: GRIT

Everyone has a little bit of it in them, grit, a resolve to do, to live, to become. No matter how small or great; it is within us. It’s called out of us in different situations.

Those pre-mature babies, fighting for their lives in ICU. Who is fighting? They are! No matter how old or how young they are.

The family who’s struggling with the bills and trying to make ends meet, week after week. Better yet, the parents who week after week sacrifice their time and sleep to try everything in their power to not let their kids know of their struggle.

The young adult who pays his own way through college and grad school no matter what the statistics say about him; he is determined.

What calls it out in you?

Five Minute Fridays: DELIGHT

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.

We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.

Won’t you join us?

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on: DELIGHT

The feeling of delight can easily surprise me, after a gloomy and rainy day, the sun decides to let the world see a beautiful sunset before good night. Oh the colors that light up the dimming sky and takes in the clouds as props.

Or delight in a fresh ripe sweet juicy orange. The citrusy smell of the peel. The juice escaping into my mouth and spilling over my taste buds.

What about the delightful surprise of receiving a text from my boyfriend, “come outside” and to find a hot chai tea latte bought, just for you.

Delight it’s part of every day but will you notice it with me? Holding your child’s hand? An unexpected email from that old college friend. No line at the drive-thru. Someone let’s you squeeze in their lane at the last second. Just beating the yellow light!

No matter how little the event: bask in it, be thankful for it, and delight because of it!

Seriously, no thank you.

Dear blogger friends I will let you in a little secret that I have not yet published: I’m dating 🙂 BUT my attitudes towards guys have NOT eased up, one bit. Maybe they’ve intensified a little

Here a few instances where I would have liked to use the above phrase, “Seriously, NO, thank you :)” [I inserted the smiley face to take the bite off the ‘NO’

A few weekends ago I went to Disneyland (yes, I still love Disney) with my cousins. We were getting dinner at the wharf: Bread bowls.

The cashier singled me out and asked, “chives or ham?”
I probably had a confused look on my face or maybe I had an expression that was a bit ‘put off’ I wanted to have both but I answered, ‘ham’. [I’m hungry give me food!]
Cashier: you can have both if you want.
Me: yes I want both [in my mind I’m shaking my head thinking this guy is ridiculous or maybe I actually shook my head]

My cousin was paying but I wanted her to get a discount so I handed the cashier my pass.

Him: how do you say your name?
Me: [hesitate because this is the stupidest question I have ever been asked] I reluctantly reply, “Melanie”
Him: oh I’ve never seen spelled that way before
Me: no comment

Afterwards with just us cousins: horrible attempt at flirting. Talk about taking a class called flirting 101.

Second instance:
I know this guy just wants to be friends or become buddy-buddy but the way he goes about it is completely wrong. #1 I’m not a touchy-feely person. Surprising, I know. Don’t get me wrong: I hug my friends-those I haven’t seen in awhile; my family when greeting each other; and cute little adorable kids. No, I don’t hug friends I see often nor do I lock arms with them. I keep my hands to myself. My definition of touchy-feely is pushing, punching, or throwing things at you. (in jest, of course!)

But this guy is incredulous, he’ll bump my elbow in jest and joke around but I’m totally cringing inside. I know, he means nothing by it (my boyfriend seconds that opinion as well) but I just don’t enjoy being touched. I have a big personal bubble especially if we are just acquaintances.

Third instance:
I was walking down the street to my doctors office, head down looking at phone with my hair in my face. Meaning: preoccupied and busy, right? Apparently not too busy…I hear this random… ‘hi’ I look up, caught off guard I answer back ‘hi’ [in my head ‘oh great I brought this upon myself!’]
This college aged kid has a huge smile as he repeats himself, “hi!”
I briskly walk to the front door and step inside scolding myself for getting caught off guard like that!

I appreciate politeness and courtesy, give me a smile; I’ll smile back. If you’re a cashier at the grocery store I will say ‘Hello’ and ask you in turn how you are doing and also wish you a good day. I draw the line at smiling. If you have a hat with the bill turned sideways and jeans that could fit two of ‘you’ in them I nod my head in acknowledgement and walk away, quickly, very quickly.

San Diego Weekend!

The first weekend in January my girlfriends and I went to San Diego.

Arrived Friday night, checked into our Holiday Inn Express Hotel and drove to Coronado Island.

We ate at Lil Piggy’s BBQ. The portions were leaning towards the small size. We ordered (2) Three Meats Platter. Beef brisket, pulled pork, chicken, and ribs. Our sides: Mac & Cheese, Corn fritters with honey butter, and beans.

The BBQ Ribs and chicken were very moist. The other meats were pretty average. The corn fritters + honey butter = To Die For! The one thing lacking from this BBQ joint is its own original BBQ sauce. They had a mango Habanero one but their regular BBQ sauce needs some TLC. All in all, I’d come here again and I would know what to order but if I find out Phil’s BBQ is way better I am not returning to Lil Piggy’s.

Saturday: USS Midway

We ate lunch at Point Loma Seafood

Quite a busy and chaotic place. Everything tasted very fresh. Deep-fried shrimp–to die for. Cocktail sauce is very flavorful and really complements the fried shrimp. The fried cod was average. The crab cake was very different and I’m still not quite sure what to make of it. Their coleslaw is definitely nothing special.

Then we headed over to Balboa Park.  Lots of things to see and plenty of Museums to visit.

Then we went to dinner at Bronx Pizza.

Awesome prices for speciality pizza. We ordered one whitestone pizza half with spinach and garlic. Then we ordered a half deluxe and half porko: meatball, sausage, and pepperoni. The white sauce pizza is a MUST. The regular pizza was fine.

We then went to Old Town San Diego for some flavored tortillas. Yummy!

Me, vain?!

We’ve experienced vainness before; probably in High School, the most. The stereotypical high school cheerleader who can’t go five minutes without looking in the mirror. The pretty metro high school boy who shops at A&F, who’s dream is to model for them one day. But what about the little signs…the countless vogue profile pictures one has on Facebook? Ever notice it like clockwork, a dazzling picture every month. Or the person who must comment after those flatteries, ‘oh, you guys are so sweet :)’ what they don’t type…now I’ll go on your fb and comment on how beautiful and gorgeous you are! [giggle, giggle]

Of course I’m not implying don’t care about appearances. Just remember, when you’re creeping or sliding face first into the ‘getting older stage’ mature folks no longer care about your looks but about who you are as a person and friend. Your looks won’t get me through a hard time; it won’t be able to pick up the tab when my expenses outweigh my income; your looks won’t be crying with me when I’ve lost someone dear to me.

Five minute Friday: REAL

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.

We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.

Won’t you join us?

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

::
REAL

Go

Real, ‘is that real?’ We ask about certain brands, certain pictures, different props, but most certainly we ask ourselves, “is that person real?” can I trust her or him?

I find myself dealing that way with a certain co-worker. Every action, every word is scrutinized-is she real?

Let’s take it to a personal level… Are my actions perceived as real? Are my words perceived as real? Am I, Melanie, perceived as real?