Posted by: Laura | February 5, 2010

My superhero power of choice

A girlfriend asked me this week if I could have any superhero power, what would I choose.  And you know what … I couldn’t spout off a quick answer. So I did some research.  I know … kinda geeky but I like to give honest answers.  I asked a friend who typed up a respectable list of powers but nothing really connected with me.  So I googled “superhero powers.”  Wow … someone had some extra time or definite passion to complete a very long and detailed entry in Wikipedia.

As I scrolled through the list of different powers (categorized by type: mental, physical, knowledge based, manipulation, etc., AND crossed referenced to specific examples in comic books and science fiction), a few made me stop and read.

Invisibility: Ooh! Imagine being able to disappear during awkward situations. Better yet … being able to walk into the any room, see and hear what’s going on without being detected.

Mindreading: This automatically came to mind after reading about invisibility. But I am not so sure I would want to know the thoughts that rattle around in everyone’s head.  Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss.

Memory manipulation: Well … I could just erase the memory of someone so they don’t remember that really stupid comment, or enhance other’s memory to help people only remember good times.

Plant manipulation: There is something incredibly tempting about the ability to control, manipulate or animate all forms of plant life. Imagine the trees moving to protect children like Mr. T or the rose bush growing outside your mother’s house at whim to cheer her up.

The two that kept me up into the wee hours contemplating (it’s 1:31 a.m. as I write this) are:

1. Omni-linguism: The ability to understand any form of language. Just imagine the people I could reach, the friends I could have, and the competitive edge I would have if I could understand anyone, anywhere. I could have the ability to work with international relations and country negotiations. I could have the ability to go into the most remote village in the corners of the earth and contributing to its society – and they contribute to my personal development.

2. Teleportation: The ability to move from one place to another without occupying the space in between. My insatiable desire for travel could be satisfied – and with little cost.  No more waiting in lines at airport, no more worrying about budgeting to take the summer holiday, no more hoping for that upgrade to first class and no more all-day flights. Ooh … there would be a long list of “no more’s.”

Hmmmm … ideally I would like to have both because they really compliment each other. But if I could only possess one, I would go with teleportation.

Now … about the super hero suit.

If I were a superhero, this is what I hope I may look like.

Posted by: Laura | February 3, 2010

Birthday love

I love my birthday. Why? Because it’s a day especially for me. It’s a day when I can rationalize any indulgence.  Plain and simple … it’s my day.  And big days like that deserve a build up. Instead of a cold-to-hot scenario, I like to warm up to it.  So I celebrate birthday week.

Each day I do something to reward myself for another year of life … you know things like a pedicure, manicure, hair appointment, massage, shopping, lunches and beach time. My favorite tradition is buying birthday shoes. Fun shoes in size 6.5.

But the most memorable things about birthday isn’t what I get for myself, it’s what others give to me – time and love. A shout out to my “girlfriends” who ventured out to the beach in cloudy weather and fetes with empty stomachs (thank goodness for unopened bags of cheesesticks); to a Savannah liming “brother” who ventured into the kitchen to make me a lemon birthday cake (yes, I promise it tastes good); to a 6’6” friend who belted out an original Laura song (to the tune of Love Boat, no less); to a lunch pal who let me eat ¾ of a shared piece of cheesecake (not much of a shared piece, eh?); to a sweetie to interrupted a busy day to treat me to dinner (yum … Vene Mange); to my mother who sent me sweet, thoughtful messages every day (she truly is an angel).

Thank you to all those who made January 30 special for me.  It’s gonna be a good year.

Posted by: Laura | January 20, 2010

Behavior comes back into play

The stands were packed for the Trinidad vs. West Indies “Great Balls of Fire” charity 20/20 cricket match … well, at least the TriniPosse stand (that’s the all-inclusive party section).

My female trio scoped around for a few open seats together on the bottom level.  I spotted three empty plastic chairs scattered in a group of men.  I was volunteered, as usual, to try to secure the seats.

“Excuse me, are these seats open?”

“They’re taken, but you can sit with us.”

“Awww … that is so sweet but I’m actually looking for three seats for me and my friends.  I see three here and was hoping you would let us use them.”

I tilted my blonde head and fluttered my eyelashes. (I was pulling out some of the arsenal  … I really wanted to sit down.)

“Our friends are coming back so they’re taken but you use this one if you want.”

“Well … that’s wouldn’t be very nice of me to rest my feet while my friends are standing. How about we just borrow them until they come back?”

After five minutes of their flirts here and my flatteries there, I gave up my attempt to secure more than the one seat. I thanked them kindly and returned to my friends who were squeezed in the crowd at the top of the stairs.

Two days later I walked into the office to pitch a project idea to a potential business partner – someone I had only briefly spoken to on the phone. Before my eyes adjusted from the bright Trinidad sun outside to the fluorescent lighting inside, I heard, “So did you find any seats?”

I squinted my eyes. Yep … my potential business partner was one of the men I had tried to sweet talk into giving up his seats.

I laughed out loud and silently said a prayer of thanks that I was raised always to be well behaved and polite.

You really never know when your past behavior is going to come back into play. If I had been a brat and hogged the seats (which I don’t think ever saw the backpockets of the man’s “they’re coming back” friends) or been inappropriately flirty, the reception I received at business meeting would likely have been different and difficult.  Instead, my reception was easy and friendly.

And this time, my pitch was successful. I may not have won the seats, but I got the contract.

Posted by: Laura | January 12, 2010

Airplane chivarly: ask & you shall receive

My friend Lara says she loves to travel with me. Why? It’s not for my witty conversation or my humorous quips.  Nope … It’s because I can always get someone to help us with our carry-on luggage.

“I can never get anyone to help me!” she claims. “And Laura can walk down the aisle and in two seconds have a man stand and offer to lift her bag in the overhead.”

An airplane is a prime spot for men to display their chivalry.  A high-heeled lady trying to lift a heavy bag over her head into the overhead compartment? Help the dear out! A mother lugging a bulky diaper bag on her right shoulder, a squirmy infant on her left hip and holding the hand of an adventurous three-year old? Come to her rescue!

Recently on my flight from Atlanta to Fort Lauderdale, I had my usual heavy “mobile office” (a.k.a. my hand bag) and rollerboard. I walked towards row 24, established that a man also was sitting in my same row, made eye contact with him and smiled. After placing my mobile office in my seat and before I made a motion towards my rollerboard, this gentleman quickly jumped up and offered to help.

“Thank you so much,” I said sweetly and I stepped aside so he could perform the good deed.

I moved to my window seat and he sat down with a satisfied smile.

And that’s it.  It’s all about eye contact and smile.

Admittedly, this technique works 98% of the time.  There is the 2% when the men sitting near me is afraid to offer or haven’t thought to offer because no one has taught them that it’s a nice gesture.  So what to do then?  Simple.  Ask.

I have never had a man decline.

I firmly believe men want to display kind gestures but are unsure if such offers would be welcomed. And I believe the women around me take the event as a reminder that they too can experience the same chivalry if they welcome it. Some women forget they can ask.

So I encourage everyone … offer and accept!

Posted by: Laura | January 3, 2010

The rules of the game … stick it out

He was good … too good.

It was nearly impossible to catch him. So we ganged up on him.  Maybe I should have felt a little bad fooling a five-year old boy but I didn’t.  Dang it … he was taking the fun of hide and seek.

Jaron had outrun each of us … adult and child … and was perched on the horse gate. One move towards him and he jumped off and sped into Speedy Gonzalez action into the field. Running after him only pushed him further away. How could someone so small run so fast?

So we all banded together (three adults and four children) and made a plan. McKenna hid behind the open barn door and when I spotted Jaron, I walked into the building pretending to yell to McKenna Jaron’s location. Sarah would do the same.

Lulled into a false sense of security, Jaron inched closer to base – the picnic table just outside the barn door.  He inched forward, stopped, poised to run, watched our faces, looked around, inched forwarded, stopped, poised to run, watched our actions, looked around and then darted towards base.

McKenna caught him half way.

Hooray! The game was over.

You may ask why didn’t we just declare the game over earlier and leave the boy in the fields, but we wouldn’t take defeat nor would Jaron ever accept that the game was over until there was the expected conclusion. It wasn’t over until everyone was caught. Period.

Just because someone was outrunning or outwitting us didn’t mean we could just give up. We had to honor the accepted rules of the game. Heaven knows I get a project or two that I would love to abandon because it stops being fun. But I know the expected result and conclusion so I keep running. And sometimes I ask for some help. In all cases, I never regret sticking it out to the end.

May 2010 be full of fulfilling projects and a super-size dose of stick-to-it’ism.

Jaron was too good at hide and seek ... impossible to catch

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