Interests today-
What I need most: a vacation and another bedroom in this house
Who I miss: Corinna! (Suck it, Gil! or Suck a Dill!)
What hurts me: watching my mom become a different person
What tv show I'm into: Boardwalk Empire (i heart anything gangster)
What I want to know more about: aside from my new job...?
What I want to see play out: my attempt at Couch to 5K, how will it end?
What seasonal dish do I want: My mom's sweet potato casserole!
How I'm gonna spend my extra hour before work: watching GMA and cooking breakfast or maybe hitting the gym
Who makes me laugh: My sister almost always, and Paul Rudd, and Laura
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Any given day: stroller view
We started going for walked after dinner in an attempt to keep this chick up a little later than 7pm. (Poor me, right?) So as always, and much to my delight, Kylie makes herself uber comfy and enjoys the ride.
thenext chapter: the new job
I left my previous "situation" last Tuesday after a very nice send off lunch and just a few tears. It was harder than I thought leaving the Firm. I was 26 when I started there and while I was there I moved in with Nick, got engaged, got married, bought a house, and had a kid. It was a busy time, and I had pretty awesome people seeing me through it from 9-5 and sometimes after. Plus working downtown was pretty awesome. I was in the heart of a pretty awesome city, dressing the part of a "professional", and all around me there were people bustling and the buzz of commerce in the air. The choices of food was just about endless and aside for the commute I think it worked out pretty damn good. So nope, no regrets there. I was able to leave on a good note and that is how I like it.
I took the next few days following to do a little back to work wardrobe refreshing, run some pesky errands, and spend some time with my two favorite people. I took Kylie to the park and we fed the ducks, we took her to the zoo, and we had some relaxing time at the house under the shade of the big tree in the back yard. I really couldn't have had a more enjoyable few days. Everything, including the weather, fell into place wonderfully.
Now its Sunday evening. Close to crunch time. I need to figure out what I'm going to make my first impression in. So many phrases come to mind when trying to sum up the importance of a first impression. No pressure, right? If I hadn't gorged on queso and TWO meals in one day I may stand half a chance to fit into a couple other outfits...but yea, cheese was way more gratifying yesterday. Boo, bad decisions. I'm not nervous yet, I'm actually pretty pumped. I love to learn and feel productive and tomorrow will be information overload. Its a new start, and one I am very grateful for, at that. So while the rest of my thoughts solidify into another post, I'll follow this up with some disorganized thoughts, which are, IMO, thoughts of the most entertaining kind.
I took the next few days following to do a little back to work wardrobe refreshing, run some pesky errands, and spend some time with my two favorite people. I took Kylie to the park and we fed the ducks, we took her to the zoo, and we had some relaxing time at the house under the shade of the big tree in the back yard. I really couldn't have had a more enjoyable few days. Everything, including the weather, fell into place wonderfully.
Now its Sunday evening. Close to crunch time. I need to figure out what I'm going to make my first impression in. So many phrases come to mind when trying to sum up the importance of a first impression. No pressure, right? If I hadn't gorged on queso and TWO meals in one day I may stand half a chance to fit into a couple other outfits...but yea, cheese was way more gratifying yesterday. Boo, bad decisions. I'm not nervous yet, I'm actually pretty pumped. I love to learn and feel productive and tomorrow will be information overload. Its a new start, and one I am very grateful for, at that. So while the rest of my thoughts solidify into another post, I'll follow this up with some disorganized thoughts, which are, IMO, thoughts of the most entertaining kind.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
New Job and what's to come!
I can finally say I am the proud owner of a new job. Excited does not cover it. I'm happy in the fact that I wanted a job closer to home, and I needed a good raise, but I am sad about leaving my dysfunctional work family. I've grown so close to these people and they have been with me through a wedding and a baby and if that doesn't create a bond, nothing will. I really could see myself staying at this job if we were about 3 years in the past but I came about 3 years too late to this party and now its time to go. I'm moving forward to (what I hope is) a really good place with more good people to be around. I'm excited to have a commute 15 minutes long and to add a gym time back into my weekly schedule. I'll be able to feed Kylie breakfast in the morning before we go to our respective daycares and we'll leave the house at 8am rather than 6:45. I could not feel more lucky to have my checklist of job must-haves complete. The new chapter starts October 4th....Which brings me to my next big event that will punctuate the end of my first week at my new job: my 30th birthday. Thirties, here I come. I'm at peace with it. I'm not necessarily excited or disappointed. I have a lot to show for 30 years on this earth so what is one more year? I hope to celebrate the occasion with several of my favorite people.
The next few months are shaping up to be a blur running all the way up until Christmas. Birthdays, craft getaway, babies due (not mine), holiday preparations, Thanksgiving, hopefully a short vacation, Christmas, New Year. I'm happy to say I have my Christmas list already started and even a few things checked off of it. I need to remember next year to start a Christmas club account (like I say every year). I wonder if its too late? I have so many good ideas swimming around in my head lately and Its not overwhelming my like it normally does. Oh and of all the overwhelming things, I'm preparing for the PHR certification test. I hope this time next year I'll be able to add PHR to my title. Oh how fulfilling that would be. So much excitement to come, before I know it its all going to be here.
The next few months are shaping up to be a blur running all the way up until Christmas. Birthdays, craft getaway, babies due (not mine), holiday preparations, Thanksgiving, hopefully a short vacation, Christmas, New Year. I'm happy to say I have my Christmas list already started and even a few things checked off of it. I need to remember next year to start a Christmas club account (like I say every year). I wonder if its too late? I have so many good ideas swimming around in my head lately and Its not overwhelming my like it normally does. Oh and of all the overwhelming things, I'm preparing for the PHR certification test. I hope this time next year I'll be able to add PHR to my title. Oh how fulfilling that would be. So much excitement to come, before I know it its all going to be here.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Any Given Day: Mommy's Little Helper
Kylie girl is topless and sporting a little plumbers crack, but most importantly, she is attempting to help Mommy feed their demon cat. She went to the pantry and got the food out all by herself and brought it over to the bowl. Such a smart cookie she is, and from the looks of it, an animal lover too!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
How do you do more?
Tragedy seems like its everywhere these days. People leaving this earth long before their time. Creatures that are helpless to the elements they are exposed to whether it be crude oil or flooding. Sadness is everywhere and it makes me feel so helpless.
Motherhood, specifically, has turned me into quite a sentimental person. As one who used to easily hear a sad story and shake my head and move on, its so very different now. The stories of death and loss stick with me far longer than I'd like, especially when I don't know how to deal with it. I guess now that I have so much to loose, the possibility of loosing it is beyond frightening. I'd rather not try to fathom the thought of not having Kylie in my life, and my life would be so lonely pointless without Nick. But some people are, in fact, dealt that hand in life. When I hear those stories, first hand or otherwise, my first instinct it to act. But how? Do you reach out? Do you send words? Is just unspoken support enough? If I had the resources, I'd do anything in my power to come to these people's aid. I want to help, I just don't know how. What can a regular person do? How can you let people know you care? Its such a tightrope to walk. How can you approach a problem that is bigger than you?
When the BP oil spill happened, I would come home at night and worry to Nick. "What will we do?" "WHO will help??" "WHO will stop this horrible mess?" It was anxiety worthy of at least a few Valium.
When Layla Grace was ailing, near the end of her short short life, it was tear inducing. The thought that someone...parents...were going to lose their beautiful gift, their daughter. It was heart wrenching. Because that could be anyone at any time. Then what? Where do you go from there?
Whatever small silly conciliation I could offer, would be so minute in the grand scheme of things. I want to heal their pain. No money can provide that kind of relief to them...and I'm sure my time nor words nor crafts are worth that much. So what do you do? How do you make a difference when what you have to offer will never be enough?
Motherhood, specifically, has turned me into quite a sentimental person. As one who used to easily hear a sad story and shake my head and move on, its so very different now. The stories of death and loss stick with me far longer than I'd like, especially when I don't know how to deal with it. I guess now that I have so much to loose, the possibility of loosing it is beyond frightening. I'd rather not try to fathom the thought of not having Kylie in my life, and my life would be so lonely pointless without Nick. But some people are, in fact, dealt that hand in life. When I hear those stories, first hand or otherwise, my first instinct it to act. But how? Do you reach out? Do you send words? Is just unspoken support enough? If I had the resources, I'd do anything in my power to come to these people's aid. I want to help, I just don't know how. What can a regular person do? How can you let people know you care? Its such a tightrope to walk. How can you approach a problem that is bigger than you?
When the BP oil spill happened, I would come home at night and worry to Nick. "What will we do?" "WHO will help??" "WHO will stop this horrible mess?" It was anxiety worthy of at least a few Valium.
When Layla Grace was ailing, near the end of her short short life, it was tear inducing. The thought that someone...parents...were going to lose their beautiful gift, their daughter. It was heart wrenching. Because that could be anyone at any time. Then what? Where do you go from there?
Whatever small silly conciliation I could offer, would be so minute in the grand scheme of things. I want to heal their pain. No money can provide that kind of relief to them...and I'm sure my time nor words nor crafts are worth that much. So what do you do? How do you make a difference when what you have to offer will never be enough?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
dad &hearts&
I don't think he knows how much I appreciate him. He is different than I thought he would be to me at this age. He's a Dad and a Grandpa, and half a Mom all rolled into one. He plans get togethers with us and he makes sure they gets Kylie time every week, and he picks up the phone to call and make sure we are doing ok. If you catch him at the right time, he might even gossip with you a little. He talks music with you, and he says things like "Its all good." He frames pictures and hangs them in the hallway gallery. He keeps the house in line and he cooks and he calls me whem my mom needs to get her hair done so I can set up an appointment. He remembers birthdays, he exercises, he works and he plays. The travels and he holds my Mom's hand and gives her an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder.
I wish I had given him more credit from the get go. I never thought he'd handle it all as well as he does. Its like his stride picked up where my mom's kinda stopped, barely missing a beat. We don't really have the kind of relationship where we have those kinda of heart to hearts, but I hope that he knows that he is irreplacable. He's our glue. There isn't a card or a phrase or gesture that will show him how much he means to me. I needed to know him this way, and see him as more than the working dad. Although the words are infrequently spoken, the love is strong.
I wish I had given him more credit from the get go. I never thought he'd handle it all as well as he does. Its like his stride picked up where my mom's kinda stopped, barely missing a beat. We don't really have the kind of relationship where we have those kinda of heart to hearts, but I hope that he knows that he is irreplacable. He's our glue. There isn't a card or a phrase or gesture that will show him how much he means to me. I needed to know him this way, and see him as more than the working dad. Although the words are infrequently spoken, the love is strong.
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