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I often ponder things that may never affect me, ever. Such questioning thus leads to the topic of crime scene evidence. Well, I don’t know. You tell me. I have several questions like where is the stuff stored and who manages it on a local, national and global level? Are legal items ever returned to their owners? Will Johnny ever get his treasured pocket knife back that his uncle seized to stab his cheating girlfriend with? If not returned, how long are things kept? Forever? Is there a giant, ever-growing stash of marijuana sitting at my local police station or in some storage shed that only two people have the keys to? Imagine the Storage Wars episode for that! Or is crime scene evidence burned after x amount of years causing hundreds of seagulls to seesaw through the sky and crave feverishly for human-made Cheetos and pizzas? From the TV series Cops, I recall law enforcement shining bright lights on offenders and telling them to “Drop your weapon and put your hands up!” Just like that. Well, those items ended up in zip lock baggies and only privileged people wearing latex gloves could pull them out for further examination. But then what? I haven’t the slightest clue. You’ve just read 200 words of babble (see topic category) with no answers or resolutions. But, if I find anything out, the wordpress world will be sure to hear.

Here are my notes typed up from my London travel 4.15- 4.25 along with a few shots taken.

DAY 1: 6:30am, The Impossible, sweaty customs, Boston Marathon tragedy in the airport, prosciutto, Hyde Park, swans, dead duck, Big Ben, London Eye ride, Bangers & Mash, bobbies, Oyster Card, Queen spotting

Louise In Person- London Eye ride

Louise In Person- London swans

DAY 2: Howell, “English Way”, Chelsea at Craven Cottage, Margaret Thatcher funeral, Frankie Lampard, Canadian and Scottish girls, £30 cab ride home with potential creeper

Louise In Person- Chelsea pic

DAY 3: West, Texas explosion, mango juice, chocolate bacon from Liberty, Carnaby Street, Central Line, Scottish teas

DAY 4: Boston manhunt, Fish N Chips, Singapore Noodles, trash day, Westfield Mall, street guitar

DAY 5: look left, left right, Parliament Houses tour, pretty parks, tea and crumpets, changing of the guards, Wicked, caramel sea salt fudge, Big Ben burger, getting lost in Harrod’s

Louise In Person- Bobby at Buckingham Palace

Louise In Person- Grovesnor Park

DAY 6: Hampton Court Palace, warm weather, theatrics, London Marathon, street bag pipes, black pudding, Scottish shortbread, Suarez bite, The Orange Tree, rose gardens, royal tennis

Louise In Person- Great Hall at Hampton Court

DAY 7: walkthroughs, Pho at the mall, Man United wins EPL, cloudy day, Crunchie bars from Waitrose

DAY 8: not new New Girl, rhubarb bread, British panel shows, Maribella’s deli, spinach risotto

DAY 9: caramelized sweet potato squares, Corona, Lonsdale gear from Sports Direct, small cars

Louise In Person- London car

DAY 10: wrap-up work, old eggs, tourist shops, Man United snob, “Americano!”, debate with an Arsenal fan, cheesy magnets, shirts with bows

DAY 11: Amsterdam stop, more chocolates, Netherlands/ Holland Wikipedia search, Life of Pi, Shameless: Louis CK, mimosas, discussion about S. Africa

Louise In Person- chocolate display at Liberty's

My yoga session yesterday was about priorities and understanding how well you know them while being told to bend and balance on one leg of course. I’m kind of a granola when it comes to yoga.

So just to tell you a little bit about my practice, I started taking yoga seriously and partaking consistently (two to three times a week) since February 2012. Prior to 2012, I only went to yoga at my convenience or if a friend asked me to go even though I had always loved Vinyasa flow and Bikram.  February of last year was also when I first started my current job which was stressful and nerve-wracking at first. I needed something so desperately to balance the stresses of learning a new job and adapting to a new environment. Yoga practically landed on my lap, and now I am so reliant on it, it’s funny, like granola-funny (it’s okay to laugh).

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yoga (Photo credit: GO INTERACTIVE WELLNESS)

So back to this priorities thing. One of my goals is to make time for things I am interested in e.g. crafts, books, ukulele, learning French, etc. In order to make time for these hobbies, one must assess how time is currently being spent. This is where it gets ugly and math-y. There are 168 hours in a week. I am supposed to sleeping 56 of those hours. I spend about 66 hours per week at work, including lunch break hours. That totals 122 hours, leaving only 46 hours left. Depressing right? Of those 46, I’m cooking/ eating food for 10 of those non-work hours and probably watching TV/ movies for another 10. OH GOSH, that leaves a mere 26 hours! Now it gets really tough. When my yoga teacher was talking about simplifying our lives and prioritizing things that are important to us, I immediately started brooding over social media. Social media is hard to talk about. No one is proud of spending hours on Facebook or Pinterest or Instagram, or whatever. This is why I decided to analyze if I NEED all of these accounts. I believe that as long as you can justify it and differentiate it, it’s fine. Here is the process I followed:

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