tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61970526017901693642024-03-21T19:02:10.628-05:00life, love and photography... in a great pair of shoes.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-88158867380009487522012-02-08T16:24:00.001-06:002012-02-08T16:24:36.854-06:00Next Wednesday's PlansValentines Day is just around the corner-- and this eternally single girl, isn't predictably pissed about it either.<br />
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IN FACT, I'm kinda looking forward to it! It started a few years ago, in an attempt to distract myself from studying for the Life Insurance exam, I baked and decorated Vday cupcakes.<br />
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I have since made it a tradition. I seem to have found a way for my single-woman-anger to safely escape. Plus I get to eat the delicious and adorable things once I'm done!<br />
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Even if I don't "love" my co-workers I can still share my creation (and in a very passive-aggressive/disguised manner dispense the "anger-cakes").<br />
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I have also decided that I will once and for all watch the entire french sub-titled movie, appropriately named, Paris. It's been sitting on top of my TV for about six months now...<br />
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Maybe take a long shower, paint my nails pink and make a recipe or two found from my latest addiction, Pinterest.com.<br />
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A night in, appreciating ME. :)<br />
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<br />Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-5210440118200501392012-01-27T14:10:00.000-06:002012-02-08T13:42:38.831-06:00Things I want to do in Omaha over the next 3 months:...this is a list that I will be adding to... and then crossing off... it's a "live" document of to-do's and to-done's.<br />
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<strike>1. Go: ice skating. (I'm assuming it's a little more difficult to ice skate outside in 70+ degrees)</strike><br />
2. Go: to the zoo! The Henry Dorley Zoo!<br />
3. Walk across the pedestrian bridge.<br />
<a href="http://omaha.towncommons.com/w/images/thumb/8/88/Chamber_of_Commerce_O!_logo.jpg/150px-Chamber_of_Commerce_O!_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://omaha.towncommons.com/w/images/thumb/8/88/Chamber_of_Commerce_O!_logo.jpg/150px-Chamber_of_Commerce_O!_logo.jpg" /></a>4. Eat: Dundee Dell<br />
5. Celebrate St. Patties day... all over the city. Ton's of great Irish pubs!<br />
6. Eat: Petrows<br />
7. Go: horse back riding -- it's been a loooooong time!<br />
8. GO: to the speak easy @ the Oven<br />
9. Eat: Cali Taco<br />
10. Eat: BrewBurger<br />
11. Eat: Ingredient<br />
12. Eat: Zio's pizza<br />
13. Eat: M's Pub<br />
14. Go: to a hockey game... I've never been.<br />
15. Eat: Pitch<br />
16. Eat: Netties, Fine Mexican Food --> I heard it's a dive... but amazing.<br />
17. Eat: Goodnites<br />
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<br />Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-4359886978249930542012-01-17T11:59:00.000-06:002012-01-17T11:59:05.841-06:00can't change your life standing still.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcg-pdMUwm7Vp9185giBx8vjMozf6uT9Pdvxyo9JzCzpoEujrLIeEqc0T1xdU5T7vJVq9wv5xwtGiulnKS5KYlLT4GbzYpSM1DN3I74Lr36OUC4847V_ndeVFXqArs3ZnFC11Zna5FV_uY/s1600/391947_10100300271280913_17203657_44885079_152750500_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcg-pdMUwm7Vp9185giBx8vjMozf6uT9Pdvxyo9JzCzpoEujrLIeEqc0T1xdU5T7vJVq9wv5xwtGiulnKS5KYlLT4GbzYpSM1DN3I74Lr36OUC4847V_ndeVFXqArs3ZnFC11Zna5FV_uY/s320/391947_10100300271280913_17203657_44885079_152750500_n.jpeg" width="240" /></a>therefore I must move.<br />
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I found a perfect opportunity to make the change and make that leap toward the life I have always dreamed of.<br />
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It has been difficult for my mom to swallow. Her baby girl is moving away. that might be the hardest part of all, letting my mother go...<br />
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but I must look forward and keep pushing myself forward or my life will never change.<br />
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26. and I feel like I'm officially leaving the nest. of course I've been out of the house for years but not more than an hour drive away. I will be leaving everything and everyone I've ever known for... a dream.<br />
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I'm feeling:<br />
insane. daring. brave. scarred. motivated. nervous. excited. unsure. willing to fail. even more willing to succeed. ready for the next chapter.<br />
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May 2012 :: South Beach Miami<br />
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<br />Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-80754397192424463242012-01-10T14:59:00.004-06:002012-01-10T14:59:39.727-06:00pushed and pulled.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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the never ending battle between my left and right brain.<br />
i'm about to turn 26 and am wondering when i will ever know for sure.<br />
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at one point i decided to really appreciate how many opportunities were surrounding me.<br />
at one point i felt on top of it all.<br />
at one point i felt overwhelmed.<br />
at one point i stopped thinking and kept going through the motions.<br />
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at some point i will wonder where my life went.<br />
choices must be made.<br />
to avoid the wonder and live the fabulous life i know is waiting for me.<br />
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it's not about hard work.<br />
that's guaranteed to happen.<br />
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<b>it's about being happy.</b><br />
that's not guaranteed to happen. <br />
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The new year brings a sense of self awareness. followed by my birthday, the constant reminder of time moving forward. we have all moved on. from something.<br />
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time to move on. pushed and pulled. but at the end of it all.<br />
i will look back and know the moment it all changed. will you?Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-66103159897542171822011-12-16T13:52:00.002-06:002011-12-16T13:52:39.640-06:00How 3 minutes changed the next 24 hours.last night, before bed I washed my face as I normally do. but something happened in that five minute cleanse. to be completely honest, I had just walked into the bathroom to use the facilities before I went to bed for the evening. but I looked myself in the eye and forced myself to wash my face while I was in there. I mean, I was there, it doesn't take much to clean one's face, and it's good for your skin to breathe. so I reluctantly got the wash cloth out of the closet, the soap from the shower and lathered up.<br />
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after the scrub-a-dub-dub, i picked up the bathroom and before i knew it i had picked up my entire apartment. dishes put away (clean and dirty), trash put in the trash can, tabled cleared off, fluffed the pillows on the couch, organized the knick-knacks on my desk, random pairs of shoes put away, dirty clothes in the laundry basket, I even picked out a new playlist to wake up to in the morning. Damian Marley. I had done just about everything but the laundry itself and making my bed.<br />
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my mood had gone from "ho-hum, whatever" to "let's do this!" ... just by washing my face. what in the hell had just happened?<br />
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I picked up a book and actually read before going to bed instead of lugging the laptop into bed with me and pilfering through netflix for something semi-entertaining to put me to sleep. It wasn't one of those reads where your eyes start closing while reading and forget the story-line mid-way because you've fallen asleep too many times. No, I was hooked! 40 pages. 40 PAGES! I had only been reading for 20 mins.<br />
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what was this super sonic moment?<br />
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when I woke up my mind felt cluttered, still. today i have organized my finances and figured budgets for projects. projects ranging from decorating my office at work to fixing the broken tail light on my car.<br />
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my lunch break was similar. i looked at my apartment and my car with appreciation instead of the feeling that I could "do better". instead of paying more for something that provides the same outcome, just live, save, and enjoy what I have, now.<br />
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my car. i can fix the broken pieces, it runs just fine. why not pay it off and enjoy ZERO car payments for awhile.<br />
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my apartment. so the building looks a little dated? my space is great! I have plenty of room. i could add a piece here and there and mirror here and a picture there. make a few decorative pillows for the couch. repaint the bedroom. actually use my patio. trust me the list goes on-and-on.<br />
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I started to look at my place from a new perspective and started in on a corner that had been stashed with boxes of consumable products i just never knew where to put when I first moved in. I decided I could actually use it! and brought some of the products back with me to the office and the rest in the fridge so i would see it, use it and it would be cold.<br />
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I'm not sure where all this came from or why washing my face has turned out to be so productive but I like it! I'm rolling with it. Could be the best face-washing experience of my life!<br />
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<br />Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-20387725910061688832011-12-08T12:40:00.001-06:002011-12-08T12:43:04.484-06:00let it snow.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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i thank god for my overly warm office on day's like this. </div>
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<b>(for greater impact expand)</b></div>Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-12921694668556614722011-11-24T11:12:00.001-06:002011-11-25T23:02:44.595-06:00appreciation and tryptophan<a href="http://www.chemie.fu-berlin.de/chemistry/bio/aminoacid/gif/trp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://www.chemie.fu-berlin.de/chemistry/bio/aminoacid/gif/trp.gif" width="320" /></a>In this day of giving thanks for all of our blessing, misfortunes and lessons learned I have reflected a bit on the past year. <br />
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To say I have grown and learned is an understatement. From men to finances I have gone through the ringer with them all. Out of all the WTF and the "Transaction Not Approved" moments I have learned, grown and despite some of the most dim moments I still believed I could do more, be more, have more, share more, care more, and love more. <br />
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And more than the growing and learning is the CHANGE I see in it all. I am witnessing my own rebound from the negative, the idle life, the complacency of it all.<br />
MOVEMENT FORWARD.<br />
it is so exciting to see my life progress in the direction I have imagined. From vision board to reality, one-step-at-a-time.<br />
Life can be faster than you know what to think and sometimes it can be baby steps. <b>To recognize the progression no matter the pace, this is key. </b><br />
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With all this gratefulness in my life today, I am going to appreciate my physical location with a trip to the beach.<br />
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Pacific Ocean + Ukulele = relaxing Turkey Day.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-45786129913950764562011-11-03T12:55:00.001-05:002011-11-03T12:55:33.240-05:00truth is:<a href="http://melaniekillingervowell.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/money-roll.png?w=430" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://melaniekillingervowell.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/money-roll.png?w=430" width="320" /></a>it's time for a true confession.<br />
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I have never felt love, true, real, pure love will ever happen to me.<br />
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i hate to admit the sad truth. maybe that's why i secretly sabotage anything close to me. maybe that's why i mock it. maybe that's why i hold the body pillow while i sleep and not an actual body.<br />
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i read about it. i hear about it. i watch about it. but i don't feel it.<br />
money seems easier to obtain than love.<br />
i can put together a plan-- put in TRUE effort and with X amount of effort i can get X amount of dollars. love doesn't work that way. can't make someone love you because you put in the effort.<br />
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money is linear. money is real. money is obtainable.<br />
truth is: i have more money than love. and i don't have much money.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-54590269418124238982011-10-26T12:14:00.000-05:002011-10-26T12:14:09.595-05:00more to learn...In my older-wiser years I have learned a bit.<br />
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I know not to touch a hot stove.<br />
Just like I know not to even come close to a player.<br /><br />
What I haven't learned is not touching the green beans to see if they are the perfect tender-crisp right after they come off the stove.<br />
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It doesn't hurt, it just stings a lil.<br />
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I still have more to learn....Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-17752040446192779712011-10-20T14:56:00.000-05:002011-10-20T14:57:06.076-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>frustration. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">its the inability to obtain an objective as planned.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">frustration, followed by <b>anger</b>, followed by a feeling of defeat that once again the objective has not come into fruition as planned. or has YET to come into fruition as planned. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">then decision time. time to decide to keep pushing forward in the original direction (try, try again) or. alternate the course of action to ultimately achieve the aforementioned objective (we have all heard the definition of insanity). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">so. stay the course? <b>stay</b> the course. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">perhaps a change in expectation of fruition is what ultimately needs to be changed. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">that. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">my <b>lioness</b> raw (aka whip crackin') may need a tune up. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">breathe.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">deep.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>i'm keepin my eyes on the prize. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><br /></b></span>Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-49552331910316002952011-10-07T14:14:00.000-05:002011-10-07T14:27:47.987-05:00dog or vespa? hmmm...seems like the friends who didn't: get married, have kids and settle for $35K/yr, are finding themselves.<br />
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it's inspiring actually. quit the mediocre job, quit the unhappy life, get a dog (or a vespa) and move! </div>
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Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-53191927055282728742011-10-04T21:48:00.000-05:002011-10-04T21:53:13.945-05:00No you can not murder me!Dear Random-Facebook-Friend who has started a Poke War with me,<br />
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don't get pissed via FB chat when I turn you down for drinks on a Tuesday night. let me list the reasons for you:<br />
1. you poked me before we were ever friends. <br />
2. it's creepy. i have NEVER met you, you could be the next CraigstList murderer (fb style).<br />
3. it was lovely of you to assume i am completely-obligation-free-RIGHT-this-minute. i can see you are very understanding of other peoples time.<br />
4. when i say "lol well I'm gonna have to pass tonight, sorry. I'm actually not
drinking for this month... just a fitness goal I want to get to and
drinking does nothing to help get me there" i'm ACTUALLY telling the truth.<br />
5. a snarky reply i.e."ohh ok well u couldve said id show up just to conversate and have some
juice or water however cool enjoy" is a sure way to get me to NOT ever:<br />
A. return a Poke<br />
B. return a chat message or<br />
C. think of grabbing "drinks" with you ever again.<br />
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sincerely,<br />
the over-protective, MB.<br />
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ps. I hate the "word" conversate... the word converse is so much more concise.<br />
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where are u Mary lets have a quick
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lol I'm in Omaha... where are you?</div>
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I jus got into omaha..can u meet me
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just one or two tuesday night drinks
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lol well I'm gonna have to pass
tonight, sorry. I'm actually not drinking for this month... just a
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ohh ok well u couldve said id show up
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Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-58995064054497976692011-09-27T10:19:00.000-05:002011-09-27T10:19:02.655-05:00silly little details...<div style="text-align: right;">
attention to detail. the devil is in the details. life is lived in the details. </div>
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it's truly amazing how much we would notice if one small detail was missing. </div>
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lack of attention to detail is to blame for the missing detail. </div>
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flaw. error. mistake. wrong turn. word vomit. drama text. </div>
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small detail. huge red flag. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Pulling the puzzles apart<br />Questions of science, science and progress<br />Do not speak as loud as my heart<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(the scientist, Coldplay)</span></span></span><br />
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Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-52807661930246129082011-09-23T11:17:00.001-05:002011-09-23T11:17:31.462-05:00LIFE. CAMERA. ACTION.<a href="http://effinnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/3266-500w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://effinnerds.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/3266-500w.jpg" width="296" /></a>we are the main character in our own movie.<br />
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the ironic thing is that the main character never understands why. they don't see <i>it</i> coming. they don't see just how screwed up <i>they</i> are.<br />
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and yet, the audience can see it from a mile away. they can see <i>it</i> coming. they know just where to place the blame. and no matter how loud the audience yells at the screen; the character will never hear them.<br />
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its a revelation that cannot be told to the character. though we try to tell other's their faults, guide them or rescue them, it will never be understood, received well or gratified.<br />
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why?<br />
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because <i>we</i> are the main character in our own movie. and it's <i>my</i> movie.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-87168816384328593842011-09-16T09:50:00.000-05:002011-09-16T09:50:03.540-05:00inner monologue exposed: coffee pot & mug<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>its been two weeks. two weeks without coffee. two freakin weeks. the coffee pot already has mold inside of it. wtf. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>i'm not mad about the mold. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>well, maybe. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>just made me think of the amount of weeks i would go without cleaning my coffee mug. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>it's a starbucks mug. $20 coffee mug. bought it cause it looked cool.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>not dishwasher safe. wtf.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>i washed it in the dishwasher for the first time last week. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>wonder if it will still keep coffee warm for two days straight without being opened. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>still looks freakin cool. </b></span><br />
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<br />Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-79607055363913515842011-08-29T12:05:00.000-05:002011-08-29T12:05:32.168-05:00TESTING, TESTING, 1, 2, 3...They say hindsight is always 20/20. We make the excuse that we were young, naive or the pertinent information was just not available at the time. Going forward how do you implement your new found knowledge of the world?<br />
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Sharpen your skill set. Instead of reactive become pro active. Anticipate moves by understanding who you are working with. Know. Know who you surround yourself with. Take a fine tooth comb to who you interact with while at work and play. What do you talk about? What activities do you partake in? What do THEY talk about and partake in? How are these topics/activities shaping you and what reactive/proactive moves are you making?<br />
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Remember this IS a test.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-91030339555731885832011-08-23T22:18:00.001-05:002011-08-23T22:22:51.648-05:00The Cupboard Clean OutI just finished throwing out all my nasty foods. We all have those boxes of Hamburger Helper from three years ago... that half empty canister of instant breakfast... the dusty jar of "party peanuts". Yep. I cleaned it all out and even the "might-not-be-so-bad-but-still-not-healthy" foods-- GONE.<br />
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So, that only means one thing. BACK ON THE WAGON! Yep. Hard core-ing it again! Some have called it my "crack diet" but I assure you... there is nothing illegal about it. Just good old fashioned sweat and strict diet.<br />
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I find it's best to not force the diet. I may want to get back on the wagon, start working out but the true motivation is not there. Motivation is not hype. Motivation is movement and action when it comes to weight loss.<br />
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</tbody></table>Take for example this past weekend. I went to a friends 10 year high school reunion. The home town the reunion was in was also celebrating River Boat Day's which means... Fired food on a stick and as much beer as you can ingest.<br />
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After I got home I was all about the water. Before I knew it I had drank 67 ounces of water by 4pm. I wanted to get active. Move, ride my bike, simply enjoy the non-confinement of a car or office. Today, again, 67 ounces of water before 4pm and tonight meditation, stretching, and a very nice core workout. <br />
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My food intake has been right on point. Although I did get the late night, boarded, munchies last night but solved it with an apple and a stick of string cheese.<br />
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For months I've been grumbling to myself to get back to my healthy ways of last summer... but the true motivation was not there. Tonight's cupboard clean-out was proof that the true motivation is BACK. Why? Because it wasn't a premedated thought to clean them out, there was no list instructing myself to do such a thing, it just happened. <br />
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A little over 48 hours after the mass-intake of horrendous foods and liquids, I can finally see the veins in my feet and hands again. lol Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-78438580780864733762011-08-19T10:21:00.000-05:002011-08-19T10:21:34.977-05:00Live without regardI may not always have it figured out.<br />
I may wake up too late and just throw my hair in a bun, wipe the sleeps from my eyes and come into the office.<br />
I may yearn for something but don't know what.<br />
I may feed my boredom with food at times.<br />
I may use a large pillow to simulate another soul laying next to me.<br />
I may forget to brush my teeth on day's I've spent hours getting ready.<br />
I may blow on my coffee for an insufficient amount of time before burning the shit out of my mouth.<br />
I may blow on my coffee for an exaggerated and borderline inappropriate amount of time before taking the tiniest sip of my coffee.<br />
I may not always have it figured out.<br />
I may have some off-the-wall ideas.<br />
I may disregard your discern for those same ideas.<br />
I may try.<br />
I may fail.<br />
I may savor.<br />
I may not always have it figured out.<br />
I may risk.<br />
I may reward.<br />
I may learn.<br />
I may love.<br />
I may learn.<br />
I may not always have it figured out.<br />
I may fuck up.<br />
I may suck up.<br />
I may be brutally honest.<br />
I may watch.<br />
I may dance.<br />
I may cry.<br />
I may cry while dancing.<br />
I may laugh.<br />
I may not always have it figured out.<br />
but I will always live with out regard.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-14439925249917137362011-08-10T14:51:00.000-05:002011-08-10T14:51:43.218-05:00The Crush Rush<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8ZBILUCwS-tWHyr4FXVGYbjOTEeUcWzdsxuzCy0K2nM4LwZyeBxvr30xPMioTCALV3g2GeeTWNvDWph4zSq86nt1DUF_ySHhgKZS1jnhlydNo_RlmpxRr6TcqwV8fv73UcTO2JEE4C7S/s1600/crush-on-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8ZBILUCwS-tWHyr4FXVGYbjOTEeUcWzdsxuzCy0K2nM4LwZyeBxvr30xPMioTCALV3g2GeeTWNvDWph4zSq86nt1DUF_ySHhgKZS1jnhlydNo_RlmpxRr6TcqwV8fv73UcTO2JEE4C7S/s320/crush-on-you.jpg" width="312" /></a></div>Ever just take a step back and look at your life. As it is right now. View yourself in 3rd person? The good, bad and fucked up? Try and see your life through a different perspective? Remove your inner thoughts and motivations and just look at the actions. Notice a pattern?<br />
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I do this often. What I like to dissect are the inner workings of my life. Take career, social or fashion sense. What do other's see in me? What can I learn from it? Is it how I want to be perceived? Are there area's of notification I had not noticed in myself?<br />
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It doesn't take much to just slip into this thought processes for me anymore because I do it all the time. I just had an unusual revelation: when it comes to relations with the opposite sex, it's all about the newest challenge.<br />
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I set my sights on the most challenging (or what I deem the most challenging at the time). The challenge is to reverse the situation. I see, I want, I get, I move on. It's all about the challenge now. I'm a challenge junkie. There is a sort of rush to it all.<br />
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So, what happens when someone worth keeping around, comes around? Has he already came and gone? Will I know he's a keeper? Will the challenge be reciprocated? Will it be reversed, meaning will I have to challenge myself to stay? <br />
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Only time will tell, I'm told.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-51010963891626402932011-08-03T22:09:00.001-05:002011-08-03T22:15:29.618-05:00moment.montage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXE1EibxxfRJp9_YiE4jd4cf7ks988zDS9qGAfF0dw3QNmUgTht7plCE5TRDgRHmS0LK5j5-IFLBQacZ4Hs0RAKw2y7y6pZEHktKz7CyGJwgEhyzk3-tBAkJbQ_pWsZ_9H4w_zZbQ20I1E/s1600/1304786292517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXE1EibxxfRJp9_YiE4jd4cf7ks988zDS9qGAfF0dw3QNmUgTht7plCE5TRDgRHmS0LK5j5-IFLBQacZ4Hs0RAKw2y7y6pZEHktKz7CyGJwgEhyzk3-tBAkJbQ_pWsZ_9H4w_zZbQ20I1E/s400/1304786292517.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mode.motivated.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mantra.movement.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">music.more.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">money.most.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mountains.managed.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mellow.much.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">manse.monaco.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">manifest.madam.</span></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">had a meeting tonight. came back with some amazing tunes to check out. they have (both) been enlightening. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">people can't shock you. you can shock yourself. proof is in the details. reading between the lines is a valuable tool. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">obsession can cloud your vision. obsession is temporary. vision is innate. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">when the clouds clear. there will be your vision. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">there is no team in I. so clear yourself of obsessions. and focus. </span>Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-11964333834577601052011-08-03T15:10:00.000-05:002011-08-03T15:10:58.320-05:00ask and you shall receive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChCOYDLta5Fz4KTLZgDX8UVQ1CQZZo8ONZZLJycqd1QdrQ5LXK-x4U8yr53h0s6E_JccMPRRbEQYXpEIDifjsKojM2aejTMqm6X09hyphenhyphen4ne4GlYpIQbiew5RRpiCj33tdEF2z-A97MAB5M/s1600/Smoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChCOYDLta5Fz4KTLZgDX8UVQ1CQZZo8ONZZLJycqd1QdrQ5LXK-x4U8yr53h0s6E_JccMPRRbEQYXpEIDifjsKojM2aejTMqm6X09hyphenhyphen4ne4GlYpIQbiew5RRpiCj33tdEF2z-A97MAB5M/s320/Smoke.jpg" width="255" /></a>The previous post talked about being famous. Famous for who I am and what I am good at. I am just out the door of my interview with Sandy Lemke Editor for Omaha Publications. She Facebook chatted me last week asking to do an interview for the Omaha publication, Her Magazine. She said she wanted to do an article on my weight loss story. I was flattered of course and accepted. We scheduled the interview for the article today. Since I work in the building it worked out perfect.<br />
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How is that for workout motivation!? As I talked of my motivation, my routine and my loss... I couldn't help but think I can do this again! Go even farther! Trim down, tone up and rock a bathing suit photo shoot. ... Ok, I may be going a bit too far with this but you get the idea.<br />
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I wanted to be smaller. Now I want to be smokin!<br />
*ask and you shall receiveMary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-41061868702770606772011-07-21T10:09:00.000-05:002011-07-21T10:09:58.775-05:00Fame & Fortune<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f5/Khloe_Kardashian_2009.jpg/220px-Khloe_Kardashian_2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f5/Khloe_Kardashian_2009.jpg/220px-Khloe_Kardashian_2009.jpg" width="266" /></a>When I was younger I was often asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" The answer would vary form week to week. I could never pin one down. But I have always known I wanted to be famous. Now, I associated fame with a talent, be it acting, signing, dancing or otherwise. It was not for a lack of trying... I have tried them all, but sadly I never found my niche.<br />
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So after years of trial and significant error, I choose the career that involved the one thing I always enjoyed: commercials. Ah, the marketing and advertising world. Not very glamorous but it does entertain me and I do find joy in it.<br />
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At 25 I have found my realistic-dream job, for my age, education and physical presences on the map. On the drive in today the thought of red carpets, flashing lights, fancy dresses, awards, big houses, endless swimming pools and expensive cars flooded my mind.<br />
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My analytical self stepped in at this point. What was it that I was really wanting. Was it the fame? Was it the money? Was it just more exciting than my morning commute? Would I be happier--we don't even have to answer this question. How about satisfied?<br />
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To be honest I still want to be famous and something I realized is now there are celebs who are famous for no reason at all. They are famous for being themselves.<br />
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Its genius: Be famous for being me! Work on being famous for being me and be open to getting everything I ever wanted.<br />
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"Seek fame, because the fortune will come" -- be the best at what you are and those who recognize your talents will pay you for them.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6197052601790169364.post-64691322800507926262011-07-14T09:24:00.000-05:002011-07-14T09:24:11.963-05:00Namaste<a href="http://ology.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/post-image/beyonce_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="http://ology.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/post-image/beyonce_4.jpg" width="320" /></a>I have realized I have fallen by the way side of my blogging. Life has taken over and I haven't taken the precious time to reflect. This luxury shall be a daily activity -- whether it is blogging, meditating or simply working out-- it is evident that I need to get back my "Me" time. <br />
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With my recent purchase of Beyonce's new album 4; I was left exposed. Exposed in the fact that I am not living with every intention of my mind, body and soul.<br />
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To live wholly and simply.<br />
To appreciate the world for the beauties is possesses and find brilliance in its simplicities and complexities alike.<br />
To love without fear.<br />
To let your soul shine.<br />
To be here, present, everyday; organically.<br />
To know that when you die, your soul will be kept intact by the memories shared.<br />
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This is me. I am here. I will love.Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13331901994966903253noreply@blogger.com0