Friday, April 27, 2012

Geocache Fever - Momentarily Satisfied

So, based on my Geocache fever earlier yesterday, Brandon and I went Geocaching last night. :) Looking at the little Geocache website of caches near my home, I was quite surprised to discover that there were twelve in the three segments of woods behind my house. Suuuper close. We just hunted for the seven in the forest section immediately behind the house and we successfully found six of them! It's so cool that there are little treasures so close and so far, everywhere around the world and here at home.

At least one of our caches looked like this:


Really, some of them were incredibly clever. Up hiding in little knots in trees. Several hiding in logs. One covered by a little bower of branches.

Very fun. :)

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Geocaching

I've discovered something new and wonderful recently.

Geocaching.

Don't know what that is? Neither did I. It's essentially an outdoor treasure hunting adventure game. You go to this website, make an account (it's free), and then you have access to over a million geocache locations to hunt down and find across the world (literally - they're on all seven continents). You look up some locations in your area or in areas that you'll soon be and you write down the coordinates and name/hints. Then you go out, guided by a GPS, and you find and enter your name in little log in the Geocache (and then you go back to the website and mark that you visited it - so that the rest of us know it is still there).

It's fun. :) It sound perhaps a little kooky at first, but once you go out and do it, there's something wonderful about it.

I've only actually been twice, but even in those two times, I enjoyed it. The first time was years ago just around and about in my little hometown. The second time was a few weeks ago in Cincinnati. Not only do you find little secret treasures hidden from the everyday passing pedestrian, but you'll likely get to know the area much better. We climbed fences and traipsed through people's backyards. You can hide them to, but I haven't gotten to that yet.

I'd heard the term before, but somehow I never really knew what it was. Now I know. Now every time I got on a vacation anywhere (Italy this summer?) I'm going to look and see if there are any geocaches in the area. :)

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Odometer Time Travel

For the record, I stole this picture online. This isn't my car.
The odometer in my car recently reached my birthday. I'd been waiting for it to pass 111111 and it did that early this morning. On my way home from class it reached my birth year (I'm a Veteran's Day baby) and it has been the strangest thing to watch the years pass with every mile since then. Second birthday. Third birthday. All the way to my seventh birthday at this point. What happens when it reaches the present? What happens when it extends into the future? What can possibly happen?!

At the very minimum it will be a slight entertainment tomorrow as I drive to school. I'll be driving into my birthday future on my odometer. What a thought. :) Although, come to think of it, once it hits 99 for the year, the date will change and it won't be my birthday anymore. Unaware, I traveled through the years before and after my birthday mostly before my birthday was reached...

As a side note, this morning I felt the effects of some not-so-appreciated time travel. My alarm went off at 5:30 and I instantly decided 6:00 would be a fine time to arise and reset my alarm for that. However, not a split second later, my alarm went off again! What happened to that half an hour?! The only answer, obviously, must be time travel. There's no other way that half hour could have disappeared so quickly.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Drama: Just Don't Do It

Recently, in the last month, I've been exposed briefly to several little pockets of drama. If you're reading this and you've been around me in the last month and there's been talk of drama (a.k.a, if I might be alluding to you), please don't take this post personally. There's no criticism of the people involved, just of drama in general.

Ok. Let's look at Drama. I'm going to steal the top definition from Urban Dictionary, because I think it summarizes a lot of what makes Drama.

A way of relating to the world in which a person consistently overreacts to or greatly exaggerates the importance of benign events.

Typically "drama" is used by people who are chronically bored or those who seek attention.

People who engage in "drama" will usually attempt to drag other people into their dramatic state, as a way of gaining attention or making their own lives more exciting.

Common warning signs/ risk factors of drama or a dramatic person are:

1. Having one supposedly serious problem after another.

2. Constantly telling other people about one's problems.

3. Extreme emotionality or frequently shifting, intense emotions.

4. Claiming to have experienced negative events that are highly implausible.

5. A boring job or mundane life.

6. Making claims without sufficient evidence or a lack of detail about supposedly serious events.

7. A pattern of irrational behavior and reactions to everyday problems.
Now, obviously, there are aspects of Drama that are present in everyone's lives and don't really necessitate being categorized as "Drama". Everyone has serious problems at one point or another. Many people benefit from being able to talk their problems, or whatever is on their mind, over with a friend. Everyone has emotional shifts from time to time. Life can just be boring sometimes. We all try to make sense of the things which we don't understand, sometimes coming to strange unlikely conclusions out of an attempt to connect all the dots (even if all of the dots probably aren't really connected). None of that is uncommon to the human experience. We're social creatures and the way we interact with one another seems to easily lead to misunderstandings and miscommunications.

I really hate Drama. Really. And I do just about everything I can to avoid it in order to maintain my personal sanity. When I start showing symptoms of irrational behavior, I do my best to squish it in order to avoid it leading to any drama, whether that drama occurs solely within my own head, or whether it involves other people.

One of the leading avenues for drama are social networking sites. Facebook. Twitter. Reddit. Blogs. Actually, communication in general facilitates drama. Texting. Phone calls. Letters. Skype. You name it. If we can communicate with other people, drama can exist.

On Facebook, it is easy to avoid Drama. I'll be honest, if you post anything on Facebook that relates to religion or politics and is blatantly idiotic and not very well thought out, I probably don't see any of your posts anymore. Whether I agree with what you said or not. I don't inherently mind if you post religious or political stuff, but if you do and you want me to see it, it had better not be overgeneralizing or making fun of an entire group of people who you likely (particularly after you post whatever it is) don't know anything about. I see people doing this all the time. And when they do, it always feels so good to click the little drop down menu and select "Only Important", or if you're really annoying, "Unsubscribe". I haven't, as yet, seen the need to block or unfriend very many as a result of this, which I'm quite happy about. Thank you, Facebook, for making it so easy for me to tailor my feed to sane, funny, well thought out, and informative posts.

Another annoying thing to do on Facebook is to post passive aggressive comments. What are passive aggressive comments on Facebook? Pure Drama. Nothing else. Not productive. Not helpful. It may make you feel just a tiny bit better for a short period of time, but let me tell you, it makes you look really stupid. For your sake, and everyone elses, don't do it. Please. If you have something to say to someone which contains any potentially drama inducing sentiment, send them a private message. Don't make the rest of us observe your ridiculous public arguments.

Also, avoid constantly posting updates about how awful your life is and all the bad things that are happening to you. Chances are that your present circumstance aren't really any harder than anyone else's present circumstances. They're just different. You're dealing with difficult things, I'm dealing with difficult things. That doesn't mean I'm going to post every hour about how hard my life is or how mad I am at whoever and wish they do something better. Of the people I know who are truly going through difficult life altering things, I don't know almost any who post those kinds of things to Facebook. There is a time and a place, and Facebook is not the place. Facebook is public. Open. Everyone sees it. Keep private things private. It's that simple.

I also find it incredbily annoying when people post about how the have the "BEST husband/wife/brother/mother/father/sister/cousin/dog/cat/friend/boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever EVER/IN THE WORLD!" No you don't. There's no way for you to know that. You might have the "best whatever" for you, but best ever? Best in the world? Heeeeelloooo. Really? Be happy! Be excited! But please, don't be annoying.

Ok. Now I'm soap boxing about slightly unrelated things.

Often you hear the stereotype that women are the sole sources of gossip and drama.  That it's a female phenomena only. Not so. In my recent experience and more attuned observation of drama, it has been very obviously present in both men and women. Again, it is related to being human, not to what gender you are. So, if there are any men out there and you've actually read this far down in this post, don't think yourselves immune. You're not. We're all susceptible.

Basically, whether it is on facebook or just in the real world, be happy. Don't cause or participate in the world of drama (obviously, we're not talking about theater/acting drama). If you're talking to me and all I hear is how hard your life is and how awful your day was and how everything is just miserable and everyone is out to get you, I'll listen, but I'll be skeptical. Your life is probably better than you think it is, and if you just wake up and pay attention, you'll probably realize that.



Tuesday, April 17, 2012

On Hoodies...

I've hit the point in the semester where I wake up every morning for class and my article of clothing of choice is a hoodie. Because what does a hoodie symbolize to me? Comfort. Warmth. Laziness. Relaxation. It gives me just a little bit of an extra boost to push me through these last few weeks of class.

Owing to the fact that I really only have one hoodie that I like wearing out of the house, perhaps I should invest in getting another one. Although, it will have to be one that is equally as comfortable as the one I wear now. Which means it has to be the right size, the right fit, and the right quality/thickness of cloth. I received three hoodies (all from CafePress) at Christmas time the Christmas before last (2010) and I'm now getting rid of all of them because none of them are terribly comfortable (they're all soft inside, but the fabric is stiff and they're loose around the waist), particularly in comparison to the one I'm wearing now. Ironically, the one I love wearing now was a surprise gift that I didn't pick out or test for perfection but which ended up being perfect anyway.

So, what am I looking for? A hoodie that's not too big (I don't need to be swimming around in it), fits me but has some bagginess (because, come on, it's a hoodie), fits around the waist (the elastic around the waist should be tighter that the rest of the torso), and has soft pliable cloth that wears well. The one I have right now is somewhat thin and I wouldn't be opposed to a slightly thicker one, but only if it retains that pliable feel.

And then there's the issue of color and design. The current hoodie is black with a logo on the upper left front and in the center of the back. I don't really mind either of the logos or the color, but it might be nice to try a different dark color and a different design. But as for what, I guess we'll see. :)

Who knew I had such a defined opinion about what makes a good hoodie?

Monday, April 9, 2012

Confidence In Body - Or Not

I'm a fairly confident person most of the time. I don't fear very many real things (which is to say, I behave rather pathetically watching scary movies) and if I really look at most situations, I feel comfortable taking them on. That doesn't mean I don't chicken out occasionally (For example, feeling too timid to smuggling in a small pizza box under my hoodie when we'd just eaten at a restaurant outside the movie theater...only to discover that the lady siting next to us in the theater had non-nonchalantly brought in an identical pizza box from the same restaurant - no smuggling, no questions from the ticket taker... ...thank goodness Brandon was there since I chickened out....)

Anyway, I'm confident about most things, but my body is perhaps not one of those. In all reality, I'm much more confident where my body is concerned than I once was. Much, much more confident. But it is striking to me that when I put on my amazing-ultra-awesome-beyond-amazing sports bra how instantly I feel even more comfortable in my body. More at home in my movement. More free. I can do anything with my body when I'm wearing it.

I think this speaks to the likelihood that I still have a great deal of room to grow in confidence where my body is concerned...but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy my amazing-ultra-awesome-beyond-amazing sports bra at the same time. :-)




For any women out there who are looking for the above previously mentioned amazing-ultra-awesome-beyond-amazing sports bra, you'll want to look here. But you have to mean serious business. Nothing I've worn up to this point has been as incredibly supportive as this one, and I'm no novice in the bra-hunting games. All the best of luck!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Bruises Abound (in tiny but frequent portions)

I'm procrastinating. I don't want to do any more homework. I've already done a fair amount today and I know I'll continue to do more before too long, but at least for a moment, I'm going to procrastinate and do this.

What inspired me to procrastinate? Well, I was sitting at my desk reading my textbook with my legs pulled up in front of me when I noticed that I had an unusual amount of bruises on my legs. Granted, I am of some sort of genetic code that seems to lend itself to being easily bruised. It's not a problem with my blood (I've checked and I've got lovely healthy blood fill with all the appropriate amount of everything, most particularly iron.), but rather a result, I think, of having fairly thin skin. Whatever the reason may be, I bruise easily and often. But I have at least fourteen little bruises on my left leg and at least eleven on my right. Again, they're all fairly small, but some of them are still quite colorful for their size. I know I also have a couple bruises on my arms, although those I generally tend to notice less, for whatever reason. I can't help but wonder why the increase it minor bruises, but as it is causing me little distress, other than an increase in procrastination, I don't really mind.

Sometimes I do feel rather like a small child with bruises and bandaids covering my legs (mostly just the bruises at this point as an adult). Bruises on my legs tends to take away from the classy edge I often go for with black dresses and heels, but what's there to do? Embrace it all, I suppose. :)