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1. non-dancers–two left feet is clearly no excuse (more on this later)
2. people who know where north is–with or without a compass
3. people who can reverse without having to think about which way to turn the wheel
4. the cold
5. indecision

I’ve always wanted to go to therapy.

Maybe there were a few times when I actually felt something was wrong and needed “professional help,” but for the most part, I just liked the idea of having someone’s undivided attention while I talk about myself for an hour.

Self-obsessed much? Probably not more than anyone else, I reckon.

So I’m taking this Behavior class (I heart school), which, while not at all therapy, has gotten me on this self-improvement kick that has been, I think, quite a positive thing.

Much like my Two Weeks to a Breakthrough phase, one of the self-help tenants is to broadcast the things you’re trying to work on so that your peeps can call you out when you start flaking.

So I’ve come up with three blog-related goals for the rest of 2007. And in any case, blogging is kind of like therapy.

1. I will post at least 3x a week.
2. I will start writing book reviews.
3. I will not go over to the dark side and become one of those angry, bitter bloggers whose only purpose is to bitch about the world and “tell it like it is.” That’s not me. I just want to write pretty things. That’s all.

If you can come up with another two that you can possibly conceive of me achieving, go for it.

FYI: You’ll probably see a post like this everytime I start back posting after a break.. wait! that’s self-defeatist! There will be no more breaks. Ha ha! Take that, negative thought.

But hey seriously, if I falter every now and again, don’t hate. Britney can have a “comeback” every week, and goddamit so can I.

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This is James Mally, N.D. performing ear candling on a patient.
http://www.abundanthealth.com/art-ec.html

Life is full of so many minor amusements that tend to delight.

I love the little things.

Most of the time I don’t share what they are with others. Frankly, I don’t think many people are as comfortable with their quirks as I am. That’s not to say they don’t have them.

Here are couple things that I’ve been in remiss in posting about but have given me great joy in the past few weeks:

1. So after two years of intermittent discussion, we finally bought ear candles. Not that the actual ear candling experience was that great. And from all accounts and our own powers of observation it was much ado about nothing. I couldn’t really tell you that my aura felt any cleaner. But now, I’ve done it, I can say I’ve done it, and I have an extra pair handy if the need ever arises. I luuuurve being prepared for the unexpected.

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Alright.

Well clearly I’ve been taking my sweet time “easing back into life” after my trip to Trini (18 days, 5 cupcakes, and 7 donuts, to be exact).

Yes I have taken this time to find my centre (I have an increasingly delicate equilibrium) and do a whole lot of what I’m best at… self-paralyzing Overthink and absolutely no action.

Oh yeah and lots of carb-binging.

Well, the buck stops here, cowboy.

Here are my top 5 goals for… now

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tired, bloodshot, and unimpressed dan…

 

Dear American Airlines,

YOU SUCK BALLS.

Alright then, now that I’ve finished with the unpleasantries, I shall proceed to explain why and just how much you suck but in a more diplomatic manner. Excellent.

American Airlines, I know I have a lot of options when it comes to selecting an airline and I know that you are very appreciative that I’ve chosen you for what must be 90 percent of the flights I’ve taken in the past 10 years.

I have no good reason for making you my air carrier of choice, except I guess my parents earned a bunch of miles for me when I was little and I just decided to go with the flow.

Well no more, AA. Little Dan Dan is all grown up and now she makes her own decisions.

In exercising my autonomy, AA, I no longer choose you.

And now for the explanation…

Top 3 reasons AA needs to rethink its career choice.

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Dear Abby,

I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.

Now I like gossip magazines. I’m a big fan. Daily reader, you might say. And now, with this crazy internet and all (it’s a modern day miracle), you can see today for today where the stars are partying, who they’re talking to, and what they’re wearing.

So here’s what I don’t get.

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1. ergonomic assessments
2. office depot look-books (who doesn’t lurrrvve office supplies)
3. intranets

Yes, I am a geek.

But in my defense, I could only come up with 3 things I loved even though I’m putting this in my top five category.

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The 80s are over-rated.

Or rather, the 90s are under-rated.

At least when it comes cheesy music.

There is so much 90s cheese that is yet to be explored (and dissected on VH1). Considering the plethora of musical material from which I must select (no hanging prepositions here!), I will stick to songs that somehow made it to be hits at Nuts — basically the only show in town when it came to going out as a teen in Trinidad — but were absolute rubbish.

And here you go:

1. Barbie Girl
2. Mmmm Bop (I actually still love this one)
3. Coco Jamboo – Mr. President (oooooh, this one should bring back some memories)
4. Blue (da ba dee da ba di) — Eiffel 65
5. ANYTHING by VengaBoys (remember the dance, ladies?)

Have a good weekend y’awl

Now I’m all for productivity. Really I am.

I am a do-er.

Usually.

But occasionally, when I’m feeling in a rut, I can find myself whiling the hours away focusing on mindless activities such as:

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1. I can’t sit still for more than 10 minutes without falling asleep — I dance around the house alot
2. I’m constantly giving imaginary interviews (in my head) so I’ll be prepared for when I get famous
3. I have an intense hatred for pasta with holes (penne, etc) — I won’t eat it
4. I am deathly afraid of cats — I think they have evil powers and I won’t look them in the eye
5. I was heartbroken the day I realized I actually wasn’t the smartest person in the world ( I thought they all just tried harder)

What are yours?

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