Category: General Musing

My Vista weather-a-mabob said it’s 82F outside.

My hair still damped from a shower half and hour earlier when I stepped outside to take out the trash at 2 p.m.

I walked out, down the steps, around the courtyard, through the 6-car parking lot, dumped the trash and reverse the route.

My hair is mostly dry when I came back up.

I mean, after a few months of 3-day heat waves on and off, you have to wonder if it’s really summer yet.  Look at last week!  It was cold during the week and then the weekend shot up to thaw everyone out just to turn right around and freeze us all over again.

From what the weather report is telling me, it’s going to be warm for the rest of the week.

Let’s hope that’s the case.  This packing up the extra blankets and pulling them out again is getting old.

I am zapped.

Long, early start this morning with an event in Long Beach. Slipped a little bit in my new boots and now my bad ankle is swollen. Crazy rest of the day in the office as the bosses are getting ready to take off the next two days to do an executive powwow off site.

P-a-r-t-a-y!!!

Just kidding.

I can’t even try to do that with the amount of stuff I have to catch up on since this morning event took over my life this past week.

Treated myself to a “Chinese Reflexology Massage” at Red Persimmon, a nail place a few miles away. Sat there on the comfy couch for one hour getting my feet and neck and shoulders rubbed. Didn’t feel like eating dinner so I had a few mutant strawberries (they’re HUGE) and a few glasses of water before taking a dunk in a bath.

I feel like a jellyfish. Just a puddle of sinews and fluids here. Going to blob my way to bed now.

I’m sorry for yet another boring post. Well, hell. What do you expect from a jellyfish!

Someone in the office asked me what I want to be when I grow up.

“Millionaire rock star philanthropist,” I said.

He paused.

“So you want to be Bono?”

“Not with that much talent or the coolness. But, yes.”

He nodded and walked away.

It’s pretty interesting to see how people react to that question and answer. I have heard people get totally stumped when asked the question, and then people who has the simplest answer. Like, “Rich” or “Famous”.

Most people look at me funny when I told them about my ultimate goal.

Does anybody actually have a goal to be a philanthropist? Perhaps I am the only one?

I wasn’t always my goal, of course. I wanted to be a doctor, journalist, tennis champion and astronaut. Yes, ALL at the same time. I wanted to be an interior designer. A graphic artist. An advertising account executive. A movie producer. A web designer. Hell, I even wanted to be a wedding planner at some point.

The philanthropist thing doesn’t really come to full bloom until a few years ago when I realize the most joy I get outside of music and cooking/eating is helping people.

I love helping people. I love raising money. I do enjoy a few luxury in life that comes with having money on hand, but never dream of not being able to give away any.

I mean, the $3000 purse? I could just buy one for $40 and give $2960 away somewhere and I still have a purse that will hold my possession. $200 jeans? Well, okay, my ass would probably look fantastic in a pair of those, and I would probably own one when I can. But then again, I can squeeze into a pair of Levi’s for $30 and still look cute in them.

Is it a disorder that I can’t see myself being rich and not giving any away?

I think that is why people look at me funny. I want to have a lot of money so I can give a lot of it away. That shouldn’t make sense to most people.

It makes perfect sense to me.

When I die, I can’t take any of that with me. Why should I horde it when my money can go on and save lives, make people happy, and change the world?

How am I going to get to be the millionaire rock star philanthropist? I don’t really know just yet.

Well, unlike Bono, I don’t really have the talent. I can hold a tune and play a couple of ditties on piano and guitar, and I think I have the right rock star moves. But seriously, I don’t think this “good enough” is going to get me anywhere near rock stardom in the U.S. I might, however, be able to take a crack at it in Thailand as some niche pop-rock star, a one-hit wonder that makes banks and banks and then disappear. That would give me a good start on my millionaire goal. But that’s unlikely too.

So, I will have to “grow up” in reverse.

The philanthropist part, I sort of have been practicing that with all that I can afford. The easier next step for me is not becoming a rock star, but to be the millionaire. THEN I can peddle my album to the brown nosers who want my money. Or organize a big ass concert featuring the real artists and pop in on stage to rock with them for a song or two. Or put out charity albums with folks like Band from TV.

Good plan? I think so.

In the meantime, I am just happy being a thousandaire (actually, I can’t even say that since I have negative net worth…) living room rock star, karaoke queen, fundraiser lady.

Baby steps.

P.S. Speaking of which, the Lesser Weevils are back for AIDS Walk Long Beach 2008!  I’m recruiting team members as well as raising funds.  Come on down to the blog and help me out!

I wish I could show you the picture, but it’s really hard to try to take a picture of the side of your own head where gray hair has began its invasion.  After a few close brushes of permanently twisting my body in a improbable angle; and falling off the vanity and breaking my neck, y’all would just have to use your own imagination on this one.

Besides, the gray army is a little camera shy.  It’s tricky to capture a few silver strands among a sea of shiny black, I tell ya.

I have about 3-5 strands of silver hair on each side of my temples.  If I pull my hair back, you can see them.

It used to be in the back and underneath. Then they started to come up on top. And now they’re on to the sides of my head.

Earlier, I would pull some out. Okay, sure, EVERYBODY told me to stop doing that because 5/7/9/[insert your number here] its friends will come to the funeral. But seriously, folks. Grays are in my genes. Pulling it or not is not going to matter.

After a while, I resorted to just pull the ones that sticking straight up or straight out because it’s just way out of control. Or if I happened to spot one in the en of my pigtails. Otherwise, I don’t pull any more.

What’s the point of fighting genetics, really.

My dad has gone gray very early. I actually don’t remember him with black hair. Both of my brothers started finding their grays in their teens. One of them started losing his very early too and the other one, only two years older than me, is going salt-and-pepper.

I actually am looking forward to have more white/gray hair so I can do crazy color highlights without actually having to bleach my hair first.

No, seriously. I do. I know that when men go gray, they look distinguished. Women go gray, we’re just old hags. But hey, this is a genetic traits in my family. Something I got from the good ol’ daddy-o. I’m going to be proud of it.

Like Greg M. said the other day, my hair may be going gray, but at least I still have it on my head. 🙂