Sunday, November 30, 2008

Tis the Season

As I promised before, here are a few pictures of the projects that have been taking up some of my time in late October and early November.


This is an upclose picture of the santa. I made 8 of these, which made up the entire tree skirt.




Here is a picture of one of my Christmas cards that I will be sending out this year. (Unfortunately, the picture wasn't the best, but it reads Happy Holidays on the front with a brief Christmas message on the back). This was definitely time consuming, but well worth it. I loved making them as much as I enjoy receiving them. I can't wait to get the mail everyday til Christmas.


Here is my Christmas tree fully decorated. I just love how it turned out.


My mom gave me these stockings one year to hang out and I've kept a tight grip on them ever since. I think they are simple, but perfect.


I found some pine cones/potpouri and thought it would be a great way to bring in the holiday smell.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Future Doctors?

Monday night I went and watched Isabelle tumble. It was quite fun, but not nearly as entertaining as the car ride to McDonald’s afterwards. Mom and I were sitting in the front while Olivia and Isabelle sat in the back. This is how the conversation went:

Isabelle: Did you know _____ was in the hospital?
Mom: No, why?
Isabelle: He’s sick.
Olivia: He’s in Iowa City
Isabelle: He had a liver biopsy.
Olivia: He’s in IC
Mom and Me: oh really?
Isabelle: Yeah, he’s going to die.

Now I realize this is not a funny topic to make light of. I simply found amusement that this conversation took place between two girls who are under the age of 8. Olivia is 4 and Isabelle is 7.

Here is a picture of the girls taken about a year ago with their mom.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Life (1)

My mom made me promise her at least three times that I would drive safely. Each time I promised I got progressively more annoyed. She had reason to be concerned. I had just turned 16 a few months before. I was inexperienced and naïve. She had given into my begging and decided to let me drive her car, the only family car, to an out of town high school football game.

I only remember parts of the drive to the game. The person I was following had no regard for the speed limit – going 20 mph over on a two lane highway. They passed many cars and I spent much of the time nervous I would lose them or lose control of the car. Somehow we managed to make it there safely. I had never been so excited to see a football field as I was that night.

I don’t remember if my school won that game. In fact, I doubt I spent much time watching it. I had developed a crush on a boy that was two years older. He worked at the local grocery store and had many conversations with my friend, whose boyfriend was friends with him. I spent a lot of the game trying to get near him – not that I was going to say anything to him. I was horribly shy. My friends arranged for him to be are lead guy on the way home. That was the closest I would come to him.

As we left that night, I followed him. He went the speed limit or a little over, he used his turn signals and he passed only when he needed to. I was comfortable and confident when I passed a truck on our way back home. As I was returning to my lane, I managed to hit a patch of loose gravel and lose control of the vehicle. As the car began doing circles, sparks were flying as the wheel rim grinded against the pavement. All of a sudden the vehicle stopped perpendicular to the road. The truck I had passed was now quickly approaching. I was certain we were going to be t-boned. Just then, the car jerked backwards and parked itself in a steep ditch. (To this day it still doesn’t make sense) We were all safe, but the car had taken on some damage. Two tires were shot and the frame of the vehicle was tweaked.

As we exited the car, I realized two things: 1. My mom was right in being concerned and 2. I had managed to grab my crush’s attention (I later scored a double-date and a date to the high school dance). Once my crush made his way back to us and lent me his cell phone, I made the dreaded call. I assured mom I was okay, but couldn’t promise the same for her car. During the 40 minute ride home, mom had an unfortunate realization of her own. The phrase (pardon my French) “Scared Shitless” holds truth.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Life

I began writing my life lessons and funny anecdotes when I heard the story of Randy Pausch. He was a professor in his 40’s who found out he had pancreatic cancer. When he was diagnosed, he had three children under the age of 7. Doctors gave him less than a year. During those nine months, he gave an inspiring last lecture about life lessons. He even wrote a book. He never intended for the book to be big seller or for his life (or death) to be public. He wrote the book for three people – his children. He knew he wouldn’t be there to instill the lessons or tell the stories he thought they should hear. This man was not only inspiring to me, but got me thinking about the lessons I had learned throughout my life. It motivated me to write down stories I would like to pass on - stories that might otherwise be forgotten.

I would like to share a few of Randy Pausch’s lessons:

1. Encourage creativity. Pausch recalled how he liked to paint things on the wall of his bedroom. His parents were dismayed at first but soon relented after they saw how excited he became when he was painting. Pausch said he's lucky to have had parents who encouraged creativity and allowed him to express himself in unconventional ways.

2. Celebrate brick walls. "Brick walls are there for a reason," writes Pausch. "They give us a chance to show how badly we want something." Entrepreneurs and small business owners are faced with hurdles every day, some seemingly insurmountable. But if you're passionate about what you do, those brick walls are easier to scale and you have more fun on the climb.

3. Dream big. Pausch was attending camp in the summer of 1969 when men first walked on the moon. He remembers his camp counselors sending everyone back to their tents before the big event because it was getting late. Pausch thought to himself, "My species has gotten off of our planet and landed in a new world for the first time, and you people think bedtime matters?" When you put people on the moon, argues Pausch, you're inspiring everyone to achieve to their maximum potential. "Give yourself permission to dream. Fuel your kids' dreams, too. Once in a while, that might even mean letting them stay up past their bedtimes."

4. Be the first penguin. Create a culture that celebrates risk. Pausch writes: "[I] encouraged students to attempt hard things and not to worry about failing…failure is not just acceptable, it's often essential." To encourage this way of thinking, Pausch would reward the group of students who took the biggest gamble with a stuffed animal—a penguin. The idea came to him when he realized that when penguins jump into the water where there are predators, one has to go first. According to Pausch, "Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted."

5. Rediscover the lost art of thank-you notes. One chapter in The Last Lecture is dedicated to "the simplest yet most powerful things humans can do for each other…showing gratitude." Pausch shows that magical things happen when you send old fashioned thank-you notes. "If you are a B+ student, your handwritten thank-you note will raise you at least a half-grade in the eyes of a future boss or admissions officer. You'll become an 'A' to them."

6. Have fun. Pausch's colleagues say they will remember him as a person who had fun. Pausch writes: "I don't know how not to have fun. I'm dying and I'm having fun. And I'm going to keep having fun every day I have left. Because there's no other way to play it."

I began writing my life stories several months ago. These stories were written for the children I hope to one day have. I hope to share some of these stories with you.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Halloween

Last night was definitely an event-filled evening. It was trick or treat night in Norwalk so my nieces got dressed up and went out for halloween.



Here is mom with Abby. Abby went as rapunzel. Unfortunately, Abby came over at the tail end of her trick or treating and she was beat. She is the type that won't walk when she can run so I imagine she spent the first hour and a half running. Plus, it was now approaching her bedtime!



This is me with Olivia (firefighter) and Isablle (Hannah Montanna). We got them before they went trick or treating so they were bouncing off the walls with excitement.



This is Isabelle showing off her best Hannah Montanna moves. Go Hannah! Go Hannah!



And this is my mom with Isabelle and Olivia.

Update: I was able to get my shelves together with some help from my mom. They weren't too bad and I still have my hair! Bonus!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Woohoo!



I got sick and tired of looking at bare walls and emptiness. I ordered these shelves and they came today. I sure hope I can put them together without pulling my hair out. :) HA!

Monday, October 27, 2008

My Weekend

This Saturday my ex came up for a visit. He offered to help me with some chores around my place that required either a.) heavy lifting or b.) the use of tools. For the most part this wouldn't be too note worthy, except for two things.....

1. I discovered I do in fact scream like a girl at the site dead animals. I honestly thought I was cool, too. About 4 years ago while getting out of my ex's car, I discovered a live snake within a matter of a few feet from me. He was arched up and looking directly at me. I did not scream. I was cool, calm and collected. This weekend, while assembling shelves in the garage, I discovered a dead frog. I had good reason to believe it was dead too, since I could hardly make out what it was because of the decomposition. I screamed. I even did a little dance, no joke.

2. While driving back from dinner Saturday night, it occurred to me that my ex may want to see my niece. I say this because next to mom and dad, he might be her favorite person. He certainly has me beat, but then again he bribes her with m&m's. I digress. He was excited at the possibility. When I called my sister, she told us Abby was down for the night as she had not had a nap that day. We were both bummed.

Who wouldn't be upset if they missed this? She's simply precious!

Monday, October 13, 2008

I'm back

I realize it has been awhile since I have posted. Truth is I’ve been going through a transition period. I have officially moved into my new place. Yes, I know that was two and a half months ago, but owning your own place is hard work. I’m still battling the decorating. To put it best my decorating leaves a little to be desired. Clearly my inability to make a decision is pretty apparent.

Work has been super busy. I work for two attorneys who practice real estate law and from how work has been you would never know the housing market has slowed down. I’ve decided to take a day off this coming Friday. I need a mental health day. Plus, I haven’t had a day off in over 4 months, besides the weekends of course. Thank God for those or I would have been committed by now.

In addition to work and settling in, I have about three ongoing projects. I hope to have one done in the next few weeks and hope to have a picture up for everyone to see. Until then, it’s top secret.

I hope you all are having a great Monday!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Nothing short of heartbreaking, but still a champion!

If you did not watch the women’s final 100M hurdle race at the Beijing Olympics, you need to. Lolo Jones, the favorite to win, hit the second to last hurdle causing her to lose the Olympic gold. She was ahead of her competitors coming into the final 20 meters when her lead leg hit the hurdle causing her to come in 7th place. After crossing the finish line, Lolo collapsed to the ground as if to figure out what had just happened. She like the rest of America was stunned and heartbroken. She nevertheless picked herself up, congratulated her teammates and gave the interviews. In one interview Lolo said if you can’t get over all 10 hurdles, you can’t be the champion. As someone in her home state, I can honestly say we believe she is a champion.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Cute Quirk or Addiction

I have some weird quirks. I know, I know everyone has them. But I’m here to admit one of them (yes, only one). I don’t want to scare anyone off just yet. When I get to work, I start my computer, grab a glass of cold water and sit in front of my monitor and immediately start reading my usual blogs. This process usually takes about 10 minutes. I do this before I open my work email, before I check voicemail messages and before I so much as utter a word to a single co-worker. I think it may be an addiction. In fact, it is just about as bad as all my co-workers who need a cup of coffee before they can function. Okay, and now for the worst part…. I don’t know these people. Something in passing has caught my eye – whether it’s their stories, their struggles or their writing. I hope one day to get to know some of you better!!!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Lolo


Okay, I had a very exciting event happen today. Lolo Jones (the fastest woman in the world) came and visited our work. She is expected to win gold at the upcoming Olympics. If you don’t know who she is, you will by the end of the Olympic games. First, I need to be shallow and say how incredibly gorgeous she is. She is stunning. More importantly though she was incredibly gracious, outgoing and warm. It makes me proud to see a woman out there representing us in a positive light. In addition, she is from Des Moines, too!


Tuesday, July 8, 2008

18 Days and Counting....

Last night was an enjoyable evening, for the most part. I managed to workout, eat a good dinner and watch a three hour season finale – the Bachelorette. The weather, while stormy, was even great. It rained much of the evening and despite the occasional lightning and thunder that would cause the TV to flutter it seemed to cool the temperatures down, but only slightly.

When I headed to bed last night I was still revved from the finale. While she didn’t choose the guy I had predicted, I honestly don’t think she could have gone wrong either way. There I laid wondering if I would ever fall asleep. The temperature in the house was unbearable. Before long I was fixated on it and it seemed no amount of day dreaming I was in a bikini in Alaska seemed to cool me down. I toss. I turned. I opened windows wider. I turned the ceiling fan up a notch. Nothing was working. The last time I let myself look at the clock was 11:50. Needless to say I am tired today.

Now you are maybe wondering what the countdown is for. In 18 days I close on my townhome. My townhome has air conditioning. In 18 days I will be sleeping there…. in my townhome… with the air conditioning blasting.