Friday, May 4, 2012

Peppermint Pop Pop

A while back, probably 3 years or more, I ran into this old man who reeked of peppermint. It was funny because it didn't bother me one bit like someone who reeks of cologne or cigarette smoke does. It was actually very pleasing and made me feel happier somehow. I never forgot this man because of his unique scent. Most people don't really smell like peppermint - you just catch whiffs of it around them. Well this guy smelled like he took a bath in a batch of the sweet, delightful mints. His lingering odor was very uplifting long after he had left the room. After coming across this man, I've wondered how in the world you can smell that strongly of it. I've tried chewing many different mints to see if there are some that are strong enough to cause this mysteriously strong aroma, but I can't seem to find the source of strength of the odor he had. Maybe he rubbed the essential oil on himself... strange, but interesting. And I'm pretty sure it was not peppermint flavored Snuff. My Pop Pop used to chew that stuff and I didn't really like the smell of it because it's mixed with tobacco which I think smells gross. Anyway, I think it's funny that I still remember this man years later and it still makes me smile to think about how pleasant the smell was. I need a trademark smell like that - one that makes people around me happier. How cool would that be? Minty cool.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Life is like a box of blah

To sum up almost a year of no posts -

I made the decision to put my rabbit Ravi down and ever since I've been pretty focused on death itself and also my decision. Ravi was not eating and I was going to have to force feed him. It was a tough choice and I am still beating myself up about it 5 months later.

I had a pivotal birthday a few months back and realize that I'm not ever going to get younger. A statement from my mom that she is almost halfway through her life scared the crap out of me! I really need to come to terms with this stuff before it all makes me crazy. I choose not to think about it but then it seems to eat at my subconscious self. I suppose I can't be the only one scared to death of death... I realize that my faith is weak and I wonder if that is a cause, but I do not want to push myself into believing something that I'm not certain is true. I'm not a follower. I like to form my own opinions and beliefs. I just need to learn how to deal with the facts that I've got, be ok with them, and move on.

Work hasn't been much better...

Sometimes I wish I could go back to elementary school again where it was so easy to make friends. I am finding that friends are hard to find in the corporate playground.

Sorry for such a Poopie Post... Hopefully nicer happier ones to come. :) OMG, did I just manage a smile?