S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog.
why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents
that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever
will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
Last Sunday, I was doing my weekly cleanup of my room with a radio station that featured 80's hits in the background. I then heard the dj ask a question about one of my favorite bands of my youth, Duran Duran, as part of a contest. Without knowing what the prize is, I grabbed my cellphone and dialed the number she provided. It was busy, I pressed redial. Since I then got a ring, I decided to just wait.
It took about 20 rings (man, she must be waiting for the 30th caller) before someone picked up the phone. It was the dj! She asked my name and I give her my first name, mentally hoping that none of my friends or relatives are listening since my unique first name plus my accent would surely give me away. She then asks the question, and I answer "Barbarella", and she congratulates me for winning! I foolishly say "cool" and "awesome" and hope to high heavens that she doesn't ask me what I just won. Thankfully she went on to tell me that I just won their latest CD and special DVD. She asks me to hold and I wait for a long time again while the song being played finished, and then she plays back our conversation. I sounded weird on the radio, and I kick myself for being lame and not excited enough. At the same time, I regret that hubby wasn't around to hear wifey on the radio! Winning something at that!
She comes back a few minutes later and gets my contact information. Then she asks if I knew what this means. Before I could mutter something she excitedly says "You qualify for the grand prize of a trip to Las Vegas to see their concert and to meet them backstage!" WHAT?!?! Now I'm REALLY excited. She sweetly ends with "I'm rooting for you!" and I felt so guilty because I didn't even know her name! I just profusely thanked her and, lame as I am, said "You rock!"
Although I don't expect to ever win the Vegas trip, I happily go back to cleaning, fantasizing about meeting my boyfriends from high school. Before these shirts that proclaim Mrs. Pitt or Mrs. Kutcher came about, I was decades ahead of the pack by writing Mrs. Taylor all over my My Melody binder. And it didn't even matter which Taylor it was!
Things I've won from a radio station:
1. $100 gift card to Sharper Image
2. tickets to Huey Lewis and the News
3. Duran Duran Astronaut CD/DVD