Been thinking about this song all week long. Maybe for the last two weeks. Now it's time you did as well.
"The Company Way" - From How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying
The Company Way link
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
It's nice to be alive
I did it! I'm alive and in one piece! My car wasn't towed, I didn't forget anything vital and there was plenty of room in my suitcase! However...yes I did break out - all over my face - when we were at the Dead Sea. Those minerals are no joke. And the worst thing of all, my precious straightener blew out instantly. I will mourn him for the rest of my days.
The last 11 or so days in Israel were wondrous, and taking a short hiatus from my everyday surroundings was positively therapeutic. In the briefest of brief summaries, a bus load of 20-somethings from across the U.S. came together to tour the State of Israel from north to south, east to west. From the Golan Heights to Mitspe Ramon, Masada to Tel Aviv. I'd love to recount a play-by-play, but this isn't a travelogue. Perhaps throughout the next couple of posts I'll share with my avid two followers a few little ditties. We'll see how behaved you are in the office. For now, though, who would I be if I didn't share the most beloved of experiences that makes Lauren Lauren. Yes it wouldn't be a travel abroad Madere-style without a little humility sprinkled in. Is it as good and "that one time I fell on the dance floor in Florence," or my "seven year itch moment"on Michigan Avenue? No, probably not, but it still ranks.
I would like to pose a philosophical query: If you commit an embarrassing act, but you are alone, is it still embarrassing? I believe that answer is for sure a very solid Yes. Particularly in my case if you proceed to tell everyone directly following said incident. Here are the deets: Halfway through the trip we stayed at a great kibbutz in the middle of the country. We were pretty lucky since this kibbutz happened to have a bar on campus. Since drinking was 'verboten' on the trip, we naturally all decided to go check it out. I decided to wear my very best: no makeup, a too-small yellow hoodie, cropped pool pants, red knee-high pajama socks, topped off with flip-flops. A true vision. (I know what you're thinking, but this is not yet the embarrassing part.) I changed my mind about my outfit suddenly because I didn't want people to think I was a total schlep. I ducked back into my room to check my outfit. There was no floor-length mirror, so, with a hot cup of tea in one hand, I pulled out a small stool underneath the vanity and stood on it. After a quick glance and shoulder shrug, I went to step off the stool. I was still looking in the mirror when I noticed my whole body was leaning to the right. Too late did I realize the stool couldn't support me and it fell out from under me. I stared into my fearful, wide eyes as I slammed onto the floor. Hot tea ejected gracefully from its cup in slow motion, and then I felt it crash down upon me. Not a soul was there to witness this. I could have gotten away with it. So WHY did I tell the people waiting for me outside?! The world will never know. End note: after recounting my tale of woe to my roommates, they informed me that were was indeed a floor-length mirror; it was in the wardrobe by the door. Sigh.
The last 11 or so days in Israel were wondrous, and taking a short hiatus from my everyday surroundings was positively therapeutic. In the briefest of brief summaries, a bus load of 20-somethings from across the U.S. came together to tour the State of Israel from north to south, east to west. From the Golan Heights to Mitspe Ramon, Masada to Tel Aviv. I'd love to recount a play-by-play, but this isn't a travelogue. Perhaps throughout the next couple of posts I'll share with my avid two followers a few little ditties. We'll see how behaved you are in the office. For now, though, who would I be if I didn't share the most beloved of experiences that makes Lauren Lauren. Yes it wouldn't be a travel abroad Madere-style without a little humility sprinkled in. Is it as good and "that one time I fell on the dance floor in Florence," or my "seven year itch moment"on Michigan Avenue? No, probably not, but it still ranks.
I would like to pose a philosophical query: If you commit an embarrassing act, but you are alone, is it still embarrassing? I believe that answer is for sure a very solid Yes. Particularly in my case if you proceed to tell everyone directly following said incident. Here are the deets: Halfway through the trip we stayed at a great kibbutz in the middle of the country. We were pretty lucky since this kibbutz happened to have a bar on campus. Since drinking was 'verboten' on the trip, we naturally all decided to go check it out. I decided to wear my very best: no makeup, a too-small yellow hoodie, cropped pool pants, red knee-high pajama socks, topped off with flip-flops. A true vision. (I know what you're thinking, but this is not yet the embarrassing part.) I changed my mind about my outfit suddenly because I didn't want people to think I was a total schlep. I ducked back into my room to check my outfit. There was no floor-length mirror, so, with a hot cup of tea in one hand, I pulled out a small stool underneath the vanity and stood on it. After a quick glance and shoulder shrug, I went to step off the stool. I was still looking in the mirror when I noticed my whole body was leaning to the right. Too late did I realize the stool couldn't support me and it fell out from under me. I stared into my fearful, wide eyes as I slammed onto the floor. Hot tea ejected gracefully from its cup in slow motion, and then I felt it crash down upon me. Not a soul was there to witness this. I could have gotten away with it. So WHY did I tell the people waiting for me outside?! The world will never know. End note: after recounting my tale of woe to my roommates, they informed me that were was indeed a floor-length mirror; it was in the wardrobe by the door. Sigh.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Yippee for Yisrael
“Never let your fear decide your fate” – AWOLNATION.
Come
Monday, I will be facing three of my biggest fears by hopping on a
plane to Tel Aviv. YEESH. I'll leave you to guess what those fears are. Currently I'm wavering in between excitement, nervousness, and paralyzing gut-tightening fear. This past week I was about 60% excited; now I think we can bump that up to 70%. Perhaps I can calm my nerves a bit more if I list out my prayers for this venture:
I pray that:
1. My straightener will not burn out from the adapter. Hell hath no fury like a lady without frizz control.
2. My car that I parked at my office's lot won't get towed.
3. I didn't leave anything vital behind in Tampa, such as my hairbrush, my pajama socks, and my floss picks!
4. My skin doesn't break out - not a good look for me
5. There will be enough room in the suitcases for knickknacks and other crap, because I do not want to spend extra dough on a new bag and baggage fees.
And with that, I take my leave. Onward to adventure!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Oh, hello 2013.
Well, here we are. In
comes the newborn year, all fresh, red and wrinkly. To say the very least, I am
in a transition period, and this blog will serve as an outlet, a release as I
spend the next year(s) readjusting and pushing on. Just like a newborn, we are in very early
stages of development. But I've got goals; I have a vision. Instead of the loose email threads, picture
messages and one-off texts, let this place be a catch-all for all these things.
Pictures, links, film & media, articles, travel. Let’s dive right in.
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