Monday, February 24, 2014

Real Quick

On the syllabus I had for myself for this month I had "Write Blog Post" down for today, but I'm just under the wire of my grandma-like east coast hour worknight bedtime, so I've just gotta share this thought quickly...

Not for the first time, I was just told by a friend that they wish they could have a bit more of the faith I have in knowing I will end up where I'm supposed to end up, with who I'm supposed to end up, however I'm supposed to end up there.  And I told her I always wish I could do a better job of giving some of it to others - some of this faith in everything working itself out and optimism in general.
 
If I could put either in pill form I'd proscribe both for all my friends and sisters and sisterfriends.
 
Oddly enough, back at BC, I once introduced myself as Danielle Naugler - the blonde curly haired Danielle (there were a few of us on the council of majors being introduced to incoming Freshman theatre majors) - and beyond excited to be meeting them all... I must have said something else witty or welcoming or what have you, however I delivered the intro it got a good laugh and hearty applause from the crowd, but what was best was the compliment it garnered from one of my favorite teachers in the department...

"That energy," he said to me with a potentially inebriated heavy handed pat on the shoulder, "if I could take it, and BOTTLE it, and SELL it, I'd be a millionaire."

He loved it.

I loved it.

I love life.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

A few firsts of note

Was thinking about my first time tonight - how special it was.  It was in New Mexico.  And I honestly had no idea what the guy was doing.  Because I'd given him my keys and thought he was going to drive, but when he walked over to the passenger side door, I said, "oh you want me to drive?" and he shook his head as if to say, you silly silly city girl.

"I'm opening the door for you."

He was opening the door for me.  It was the first time a gentleman had actually gone and done that so matter of factly and deliberately at the same time.  It was the first time a guy had done that for me when I wasn't you know, carrying cupcakes, or Christmas gifts or something of that nature.  So naturally I spazzed.  I may have blushed, cause I was literally tickled pink at the thought.  And I sort of guffawed because I was so genuinely surprised and entertained by the gesture.

And anyway - on the west coast it's common for guys to get the door for girls I think.  Or else maybe I've only been meeting Southern transplants, but either way, what's sad is that the novelty's worn off.  It will never be as magical as it was when it happened in Enchanted NM.

The first time you fall in puppy love's pretty irreplaceable too.  I mean puppy sighs sort of puppy love.  Literally when the puppy that is yours without a doubt first senses you've had a terrible day at work, or you're so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open, or most of the people you love most in this world are thousands of miles away at present, so he snuggles up on your lap, or in the crook of your arm or with his head right on your shoulder if it's night time and you're saying your prayers.

I remember the first time my parents' dog, Rusty, sensed I'd really been hurt by a recent break up and he followed me up stairs and slept at the foot of my bed.  I love that scruffy looking, underbite yielding, fourth position footed pup, don't get me wrong, but Little B's the best thing I can imagine bringing into the picture on a "make better bad decisions in 2014" whim and wow does he fill my heart with real deal maternal love for the first time.

That's all she wrote tonight, folks, but at least she wrote!