It's 2a where I am, and I can't seem to get to sleep. That's probably because it's 7p at home, and my body hasn't adjusted yet. It's bizarre. Even though I had anticipated the jet lag, I'm finding it very difficult to acclimate to the 7 hour change from Chicago to Munich.
Back story: my dad has never been to Europe. I have been twice, one on a study abroad trip on his dime. So, I decided it was time to take him. He thought it was a great idea and, when I asked where he wanted to go, he responded, "Europe." Where specifically? He shrugged, "Europe."
So, I set an itinerary that has us starting in Munich (that's where I am, sleepless!), traveling south to the Neuschwastein Castle (it's the model for Sleeping Beauty's castle, and probably a huge tourist trap, but it's also beautiful), west through the Black Forest (can't WAIT; even what little we have seen of Germany's forests have been amazing so far), then north along the Rhine River to Cologne. From there, we will depart Germany for Belgium, hitting both Brussels (one of my very favorite cities) and Bruges (think of how pretty the movie In Bruges was before it got violent...) and then ending our trip in Amsterdam.
Today, we suffered the unavoidable (previously-mentioned) jet lag, but we also did a pretty stellar job of checking the city out. We strolled from our hotel (located very close to the central train station) in the general direction of the main pedestrian plaza, Marienplatz. We got side-tracked at a small park and, starving, sat to eat at a restaurant within it. The waiter took pity on us and asked if we were looking for traditional Bavarian food since their menu had recently changed, and the English versions had not arrived yet. We told him yes, and he presented us 300 grams (I had no concept of how much this was, but it turns out it's a whole plateful) or schnitzel as well as roasted pork shoulder, which is apparently an area staple.
We didn't get far past the park before we got very tired, so we returned to the hotel for a nap, then braved the S-Bahn (subway system) to take us to Marienplatz. This was after unsuccessfully hopping on and off at least two different trams. I have still not successfully mastered a foreign tram system...
Marienplatz, a shopping stronghold, was absolutely packed, but we did get to see the New City Hall, complete with famous Glockenspiel, though it was too late to see it go off. We strolled around, taking photos of the fascinating churches, nipping into one of them to view a few minutes of an evening mass, and then finally finding a place to eat.
We actually struggled to find a place to eat and walked into several establishments before finding ours. The first place was right on the main drag, and they sat us in between two couples. I have heard of table sharing and have even anticipated in it during previous trips, but this was just downright awkward. We then tried another restaurant with a bar that had been empty when we walked by it previously, but it was jam-packed by the time we came back. We were forced to keep looking. I really thought it would be easier to find a beer in Germany. I think we may be looking in the wrong areas, but our dining location was ultimately fantastic, and we ordered sampler platters and indulged in some of the best local food.
Our plan to hop on a bus tour of the city tomorrow (or later today) was thwarted by the fact that the Munich Marathon takes place in the city tomorrow. Just our luck... We were also informed that most stores are closed on Sunday, so we may try to pop by some museums instead.
Wish us luck!! (Pictures will be posted when it's not inconvenient for my roommate...)
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Surprising Adventures
Recently, my husband's work wife reminded me that I hadn't posted anything in awhile. With work being all-consuming during the season and inspiration thin, I'll admit that it hasn't been top of my list. But, her words made me realize that I was letting go of something that started off as an escape from work, an outlet from feeling overwhelmed. And I haven't been indulging.
So, I was thinking of it a little more when Tuesday went from ordinary to adventure. My friend, Jamie, and I grabbed lunch at Olive Garden, and part of our conversation focused on how it's hard to "adult." (Did you know that Pinterest has made it a verb?)
We wondered what our lives would be like if we had more money, more time off, more ability to travel. Inadvertantly, we wondered what our lives would be like if we had more adventures.
After lunch, we went to get our nails done (can you believe that we were really complaining about adulting in this situation?). We were just wrapping up a wonderful day together when, to my dismay, my car wouldn't start.
We did our sex proud by grabbing jumper cables, opening both hoods, and preparing to YouTube our way to a jump before a nice passerby offered to help. We had to move Jamie's car because my cables weren't long enough. Then, they still weren't long enough, so we used hers. Our helpful passerby explained that hers weren't working (is that even possible?!?!) before a State Trooper lent us his (poor guy was just trying to pick up his drycleaning).
We FINALLY got the car started, but our triumph was short-lived. It lasted only half a minute before dying again, and I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to call a tow truck. Jamie, being a great friend, insisted on staying with me. We sat in her car for awhile before, out of nowhere, she said, "Let's go to the wine store."
I hadn't noticed the small wine shop, but I was happy to oblige. This particular wine store had all of its bottles for $11.99. Jamie bought one bottle. I bought three.
After our purchases, we had nothing to do but wait, and it took a lot of willpower not to open one of those bottles and take a few pulls as we sat on the curb. The wait was long, and Jamie and I had already had hours to catch up, so we ended up spending most of the time in silence (the measure of a true friend is how long she will sit next to you on a curb in the sun, waiting for a tow truck. Sober.).
Finally, the truck arrived, and the delightful Michael cracked jokes as he hooked up my car (I really love my car, and it was hard to see her laid up). Jamie bade me farewell with the whisper "call me so I know you don't get taken," and I spent a reasonably enjoyable ride to the mechanic with Michael.
I wasted a lot of time today on the phone with the mechanic, waiting for the tow truck, and then driving Kevin around becuase we were, once again, down to one car. There were a lot of things I planned to do: grocery shop, cook, exercise, etc. that I did not get to do.
And yet...
There was the text from Jamie making sure that I didn't die, to which I responded, "Thanks for being so great today."
Her response: "Of course. Always an adventure."
Advenutres can, of course, be found in the most unlikely places, including a $1,600 car bill.
So, I was thinking of it a little more when Tuesday went from ordinary to adventure. My friend, Jamie, and I grabbed lunch at Olive Garden, and part of our conversation focused on how it's hard to "adult." (Did you know that Pinterest has made it a verb?)
We wondered what our lives would be like if we had more money, more time off, more ability to travel. Inadvertantly, we wondered what our lives would be like if we had more adventures.
After lunch, we went to get our nails done (can you believe that we were really complaining about adulting in this situation?). We were just wrapping up a wonderful day together when, to my dismay, my car wouldn't start.
We did our sex proud by grabbing jumper cables, opening both hoods, and preparing to YouTube our way to a jump before a nice passerby offered to help. We had to move Jamie's car because my cables weren't long enough. Then, they still weren't long enough, so we used hers. Our helpful passerby explained that hers weren't working (is that even possible?!?!) before a State Trooper lent us his (poor guy was just trying to pick up his drycleaning).
We FINALLY got the car started, but our triumph was short-lived. It lasted only half a minute before dying again, and I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to call a tow truck. Jamie, being a great friend, insisted on staying with me. We sat in her car for awhile before, out of nowhere, she said, "Let's go to the wine store."
I hadn't noticed the small wine shop, but I was happy to oblige. This particular wine store had all of its bottles for $11.99. Jamie bought one bottle. I bought three.
After our purchases, we had nothing to do but wait, and it took a lot of willpower not to open one of those bottles and take a few pulls as we sat on the curb. The wait was long, and Jamie and I had already had hours to catch up, so we ended up spending most of the time in silence (the measure of a true friend is how long she will sit next to you on a curb in the sun, waiting for a tow truck. Sober.).
Finally, the truck arrived, and the delightful Michael cracked jokes as he hooked up my car (I really love my car, and it was hard to see her laid up). Jamie bade me farewell with the whisper "call me so I know you don't get taken," and I spent a reasonably enjoyable ride to the mechanic with Michael.
I wasted a lot of time today on the phone with the mechanic, waiting for the tow truck, and then driving Kevin around becuase we were, once again, down to one car. There were a lot of things I planned to do: grocery shop, cook, exercise, etc. that I did not get to do.
And yet...
There was the text from Jamie making sure that I didn't die, to which I responded, "Thanks for being so great today."
Her response: "Of course. Always an adventure."
Advenutres can, of course, be found in the most unlikely places, including a $1,600 car bill.
Surprising Adventures
Recently, my husband's work wife reminded me that I hadn't posted anything in awhile. With work being all-consuming during the season and inspiration thin, I'll admit that it hasn't been top of my list. But, her words made me realize that I was letting go of something that started off as an escape from work, an outlet from feeling overwhelmed. And I haven't been indulging.
So, I was thinking of it a little more when Tuesday went from ordinary to adventure. My friend, Jamie, and I grabbed lunch at Olive Garden, and part of our conversation focused on how it's hard to "adult." (Did you know that Pinterest has made it a verb?)
We wondered what our lives would be like if we had more money, more time off, more ability to travel. Inadvertantly, we wondered what our lives would be like if we had more adventures.
After lunch, we went to get our nails done (can you believe that we were really complaining about adulting in this situation?). We were just wrapping up a wonderful day together when, to my dismay, my car wouldn't start.
We did our sex proud by grabbing jumper cables, opening both hoods, and preparing to YouTube our way to a jump before a nice passerby offered to help. We had to move Jamie's car because my cables weren't long enough. Then, they still weren't long enough, so we used hers. Our helpful passerby explained that hers weren't working (is that even possible?!?!) before a State Trooper lent us his (poor guy was just trying to pick up his drycleaning).
We FINALLY got the car started, but our triumph was short-lived. It lasted only half a minute before dying again, and I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to call a tow truck. Jamie, being a great friend, insisted on staying with me. We sat in her car for awhile before, out of nowhere, she said, "Let's go to the wine store."
I hadn't noticed the small wine shop, but I was happy to oblige. This particular wine store had all of its bottles for $11.99. Jamie bought one bottle. I bought three.
After our purchases, we had nothing to do but wait, and it took a lot of willpower not to open one of those bottles and take a few pulls as we sat on the curb. The wait was long, and Jamie and I had already had hours to catch up, so we ended up spending most of the time in silence (the measure of a true friend is how long she will sit next to you on a curb in the sun, waiting for a tow truck. Sober.).
Finally, the truck arrived, and the delightful Michael cracked jokes as he hooked up my car (I really love my car, and it was hard to see her laid up). Jamie bade me farewell with the whisper "call me so I know you don't get taken," and I spent a reasonably enjoyable ride to the mechanic with Michael.
I wasted a lot of time today on the phone with the mechanic, waiting for the tow truck, and then driving Kevin around becuase we were, once again, down to one car. There were a lot of things I planned to do: grocery shop, cook, exercise, etc. that I did not get to do.
And yet...
There was the text from Jamie making sure that I didn't die, to which I responded, "Thanks for being so great today."
Her response: "Of course. Always an adventure."
Advenutres can, of course, be found in the most unlikely places, including a $1,600 car bill.
So, I was thinking of it a little more when Tuesday went from ordinary to adventure. My friend, Jamie, and I grabbed lunch at Olive Garden, and part of our conversation focused on how it's hard to "adult." (Did you know that Pinterest has made it a verb?)
We wondered what our lives would be like if we had more money, more time off, more ability to travel. Inadvertantly, we wondered what our lives would be like if we had more adventures.
After lunch, we went to get our nails done (can you believe that we were really complaining about adulting in this situation?). We were just wrapping up a wonderful day together when, to my dismay, my car wouldn't start.
We did our sex proud by grabbing jumper cables, opening both hoods, and preparing to YouTube our way to a jump before a nice passerby offered to help. We had to move Jamie's car because my cables weren't long enough. Then, they still weren't long enough, so we used hers. Our helpful passerby explained that hers weren't working (is that even possible?!?!) before a State Trooper lent us his (poor guy was just trying to pick up his drycleaning).
We FINALLY got the car started, but our triumph was short-lived. It lasted only half a minute before dying again, and I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to call a tow truck. Jamie, being a great friend, insisted on staying with me. We sat in her car for awhile before, out of nowhere, she said, "Let's go to the wine store."
I hadn't noticed the small wine shop, but I was happy to oblige. This particular wine store had all of its bottles for $11.99. Jamie bought one bottle. I bought three.
After our purchases, we had nothing to do but wait, and it took a lot of willpower not to open one of those bottles and take a few pulls as we sat on the curb. The wait was long, and Jamie and I had already had hours to catch up, so we ended up spending most of the time in silence (the measure of a true friend is how long she will sit next to you on a curb in the sun, waiting for a tow truck. Sober.).
Finally, the truck arrived, and the delightful Michael cracked jokes as he hooked up my car (I really love my car, and it was hard to see her laid up). Jamie bade me farewell with the whisper "call me so I know you don't get taken," and I spent a reasonably enjoyable ride to the mechanic with Michael.
I wasted a lot of time today on the phone with the mechanic, waiting for the tow truck, and then driving Kevin around becuase we were, once again, down to one car. There were a lot of things I planned to do: grocery shop, cook, exercise, etc. that I did not get to do.
And yet...
There was the text from Jamie making sure that I didn't die, to which I responded, "Thanks for being so great today."
Her response: "Of course. Always an adventure."
Advenutres can, of course, be found in the most unlikely places, including a $1,600 car bill.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Sloth Magic
I recently quit Facebook because I was spending a lot of time and none of it was very quality. I'm not a hater--I loved FB for a very long time--but I wasn't getting out of it what I wanted.
Since then, my husband has been trying to keep me up to date on the "important" stuff, like video of a dachshund getting a bath. It was cute, but it was followed by one of the most adorable things I've ever seen in my life. I invite you to enjoy as I did:
From the second I saw this clip, I fell in love with Jimima and her adorable little stuffed animal. I don't care that sloths have weird, long fingernails, or that there's a brief time in the video when she tries to bite her handler. I don't care that her eyes bulge.
Cutest. Thing. Ever.
I texted to clip to friends, but then I realized that I have a sloth problem. Slothweek.com is my new addiction, and, if you're like me or Kristen Bell, I invite you to join in the crazy!
Happy Sunday!
Since then, my husband has been trying to keep me up to date on the "important" stuff, like video of a dachshund getting a bath. It was cute, but it was followed by one of the most adorable things I've ever seen in my life. I invite you to enjoy as I did:
From the second I saw this clip, I fell in love with Jimima and her adorable little stuffed animal. I don't care that sloths have weird, long fingernails, or that there's a brief time in the video when she tries to bite her handler. I don't care that her eyes bulge.
Cutest. Thing. Ever.
I texted to clip to friends, but then I realized that I have a sloth problem. Slothweek.com is my new addiction, and, if you're like me or Kristen Bell, I invite you to join in the crazy!
Happy Sunday!
Thursday, January 14, 2016
21 Day Fix
I was in the basement one day cleaning when I got sucked into an infomercial for a fitness program (you know you've done it before), and I found myself wondering if it would be the right fit for me. It's called the 21 Day Fix, and it's based on the idea that you can break a bad habit in 21 days (which neither I nor most psychiatrists will admit has any value, but I digress).
The premise relies on both fitness and nutrition, which is why I was so drawn to it. There are 7 different workouts that follow the workout calendar below:
I hope that this document helps you out. It was created in Google Docs and is therefore a little more compatible there, but it can also be downloaded as an Excel document.
The premise relies on both fitness and nutrition, which is why I was so drawn to it. There are 7 different workouts that follow the workout calendar below:
It's three weeks straight of working out, but the workouts themselves are only 30 minutes, and (dare I say it?) they are pretty fun! I will admit that I nearly died during the first one, but don't be discouraged-- you will feel so much better if you keep on it.
As I mentioned, this is also a nutrition plan, and it's based on eating at a caloric deficit, which is achieved by portioning food. To aid this, there are color-coded containers, and you are allotted a certain number of them every day. The hardest part of this entire process is, as you could imagine, planning. You have to know what you're going to eat for each meal/snack before you leave the house, or you will not be able to follow this well.
The first week I did this challenge, I only did the exercise and ate healthier than normal but not according to the guidelines. When I started to buckle down and really get into the nutrition aspect, I found myself floundering a little. That's where this helpful worksheet came in handy:
I really appreciated this guiding document from Kimberly Jobs of Sublime Reflection, but it was only available as a PDF, and I wanted to be able to use it to calculate my needs for me. So, I re-created it using Google Drive, and it's available for download:
This document, unlike the original, allows you to play with your meals and warns you when you've gone over your allotted serving. You can easily see your remaining servings, and when you do exceed what you're allowed, it will let you know:
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| Clearly, I tried to sneak in too many veggies... |
I hope that this document helps you out. It was created in Google Docs and is therefore a little more compatible there, but it can also be downloaded as an Excel document.
Re-fashion
It's a new year, and I'm sure you may have guessed that means I'm on a new diet and exercise plan (more on that in a different post), the reason being that I am no longer able to fit into some of my clothing. However, this has given me a unique opportunity to revisit something I have always had an interest in but never indulged, and that is re-fashioning clothes.
I am a decent seamstress. I took sewing/fashion classes in high school and even sewed my own prom dress. In college, my friend Casey and I discovered a book all about re-fashioning T-shirts, and though we did some, we only ever did the no-sew options.
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| My junior year prom dress, inspired by Beauty & the Beast... |
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| Casey modelling one of our transformed shirts |
One reason I'm not really into sewing is because it overwhelms me, mostly due to the yards of fabric needed to make a decent piece of clothing. When I was in high school and had plenty of classroom space at my finger tips, it didn't bother me, but since then, I have mainly focused on projects that are very limited in size, such as stockings.
What's great about re-fashioning is that it takes pre-existing garments and allows you to modify them without taking up too much time or space. To make a t-shirt, I would probably need at least two yards of fabric, and I would end up doing a lot of the onerous work, like creating the collar. For the t-shirt modification below, I only needed a few inches of fabric and got the whole project completed in half an hour.
The inspiration for this particular project can be found here, though there aren't any real instructions beyond: "I cut out the side seams and serged in a panel of fabric on each side and, voila, the shirt fits."
Here's what I did with one of my very favorite t-shirts (that's a little snug these days):
Materials needed:
- Old t-shirt
- Extra fabric (dimensions will vary)
- Sewing machine, straight pins, & thread
Steps:
1. Cut side seams from bottom hem to top and through arm holes; measure cut distance (for me, it was 19.5" x 4" to accommodate .25" seams on sides and .5" hem on top and bottom)
2. Sew top and bottom hems of add-in fabric.
3. Pin and sew in side panels.
It is a pretty fantastic and fun little maneuver, and now I feel comfortable wearing this shirt again. If I ever got back down to my skinnier size, I could always just re-sew the initial seams.
I also did another shirt, and now I'm afraid I may be addicted...
I also did another shirt, and now I'm afraid I may be addicted...
Now that I have this project under my belt, I am ready to take on more. Some will be more challenging while some will just be plain fun, but I'm sure a trip to Joann is in order!
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Loving My Living Room
When we first moved into our place in December 2012, it was a very nice blank canvas. It didn't need a lot in the way of repairs, which I always expected my home would. Instead, it was a very nice, very bland home just waiting for some inspiration to hit it.
Problem was, it was REALLY intimidating to fill an entire house at once. We had furniture, and I had some of my favorite items from when I lived at home, plus some raw materials for projects that I had collected over the years, intending to utilize them when I finally got my own place.
I had grand ideas, but somehow, almost two years in, my house was still looking pretty boring. My living room, especially, was making me angry. I had curtains and pillows that I liked, but there were some issues with the walls. I'm not a huge fan of the color yellow (because it has to be the PERFECT shade), and the whole first floor is...you guessed it-- yellow!
Here's the LR when we moved in:
We had couches and some other great furniture, but the walls were severely lacking. The only original thing on the wall was the picture of me that my friend's mom had painted, and it's a little odd to be looking at yourself all day.
My husband is not much on home dec, but he reports that I spent months just looking at the wall before I finally decided on what to do.
As I said, it's just too much to look at oneself all day. I switched it out for something I found at Joann for about $30 (I only buy stuff on sale; you should know that by now). It's one piece, but it's staggered for interest.
As for some of the smaller pieces, I switched one circular table out for another, and I bought an ottoman so that I could stop resting my feet on a decorative trunk.
That's really all I did to make my living room one of my favorite rooms. I felt like I had so many good pieces that just weren't coming together.
Problem was, it was REALLY intimidating to fill an entire house at once. We had furniture, and I had some of my favorite items from when I lived at home, plus some raw materials for projects that I had collected over the years, intending to utilize them when I finally got my own place.
I had grand ideas, but somehow, almost two years in, my house was still looking pretty boring. My living room, especially, was making me angry. I had curtains and pillows that I liked, but there were some issues with the walls. I'm not a huge fan of the color yellow (because it has to be the PERFECT shade), and the whole first floor is...you guessed it-- yellow!
Here's the LR when we moved in:
And a shot towards the Dining Room:
After almost two years, it looked like this:
My husband is not much on home dec, but he reports that I spent months just looking at the wall before I finally decided on what to do.
Step 1: Remove photo of self and find something more appropriate; switch out small items that aren't working.
As I said, it's just too much to look at oneself all day. I switched it out for something I found at Joann for about $30 (I only buy stuff on sale; you should know that by now). It's one piece, but it's staggered for interest. 
As for some of the smaller pieces, I switched one circular table out for another, and I bought an ottoman so that I could stop resting my feet on a decorative trunk.
Step 2: Utilize garbage-picked shutters in fun and funky way.
I found these AWESOME shutters on the side of the road and (swallowing my pride) threw them in the back of my car. I looked at all kinds of different ways to use them, but, ultimately, just putting them on the wall with a thorough cleaning was the best way to go. I got the idea to put up photos with clothespins from this blog.
Step 3: buy (and dress) a leaning bookshelf.
A leaning bookshelf is something I have always wanted (can't tell you why), so I was excited to find this affordable version at Walmart. It's not hardwood, but it's really nice, and it acts as the perfect way to showcase a lot of stuff I already had and just didn't know where to put. I had dudes commenting on it. That's how you know you actually made a difference.
TA-DA
That's really all I did to make my living room one of my favorite rooms. I felt like I had so many good pieces that just weren't coming together.
To review:
Before
& After
Got a room transformation you'd like to share?
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Giving Thanks
Hi everyone! I hope that you all had an amazing Thanksgiving. As you'll note from my last post on the subject of November 26th, I had serious misgivings about this holiday. I haven't been so happy to be proven wrong in a very long time.
Turns out that my Thanksgiving was terrific. It was one of the best I have had in a long time, in fact, and I was wasting all this time and energy dreading it (my husband's voice is ringing in my head, saying, "I told you so...").
I am posting today to share some awesome pictures of the event but also to share the wise words of my boyfriend, James Clear. I introduced James to you in a previous post, bu this Thanksgiving advice was something that really hit home (and when I showed it to my husband, his exact words were, "This guy is stealing my material;" sensing a theme yet?).
You can read it all below or here on his own website (poke around; you might find something awesome!)
And, because I'm a visual type, here's just how happy my Thanksgiving was!
As adults, we spend a lot of time talking about all of the things that we have to do.
You have to wake up early for work. You have to make another sales call for your business. You have to work out today. You have to write an article. You have to make dinner for your family. You have to go to your son’s game.
Now, imagine changing just one word in the sentences above.
You don’t “have” to. You “get” to.
You get to wake up early for work. You get to make another sales call for your business. You get to work out today. You get to write an article. You get to make dinner for your family. You get to go to your son’s game.
I think it’s important to remind yourself that the things you do each day are not burdens, they are opportunities. So often, the things we view as work are actually the reward.
Embrace your constraints. Fall in love with boredom. Do the work.
You don’t have to. You get to.
Turns out that my Thanksgiving was terrific. It was one of the best I have had in a long time, in fact, and I was wasting all this time and energy dreading it (my husband's voice is ringing in my head, saying, "I told you so...").
I am posting today to share some awesome pictures of the event but also to share the wise words of my boyfriend, James Clear. I introduced James to you in a previous post, bu this Thanksgiving advice was something that really hit home (and when I showed it to my husband, his exact words were, "This guy is stealing my material;" sensing a theme yet?).
You can read it all below or here on his own website (poke around; you might find something awesome!)
And, because I'm a visual type, here's just how happy my Thanksgiving was!
How to Be Thankful For Your Life by Changing Just One Word
By James Clear | Life Lessons
My college strength and conditioning coach, Mark Watts, taught me an important lesson about how to be thankful that applies to life outside of the gym as well as inside it…As adults, we spend a lot of time talking about all of the things that we have to do.
You have to wake up early for work. You have to make another sales call for your business. You have to work out today. You have to write an article. You have to make dinner for your family. You have to go to your son’s game.
Now, imagine changing just one word in the sentences above.
You don’t “have” to. You “get” to.
You get to wake up early for work. You get to make another sales call for your business. You get to work out today. You get to write an article. You get to make dinner for your family. You get to go to your son’s game.
I think it’s important to remind yourself that the things you do each day are not burdens, they are opportunities. So often, the things we view as work are actually the reward.
Embrace your constraints. Fall in love with boredom. Do the work.
You don’t have to. You get to.
Crafts & Champagne: Reverse-Reverse!
Please pardon that this post is from a crafting party I held almost a month ago and was too busy (*cough* lazy *cough*) to write about. As you know, Crafts & Champagne is one of my favorite things to do with my girlfriends (and, apparently, my husband's boy friend now wants to be invited; he'll fit right in). We decided to do it right before Halloween but then faced the conundrum of which holiday we should center our crafts around: Halloween (almost over!), Thanksgiving (a little ways out) or Christmas (far away, but so many fun things to do).
That's when Pinterest rescued us. I had found and pinned several crafts that were reversible to cover several seasons, and we opted to get the best of both worlds.
Popsicle sticks are cheap, easy, and fun, so I grabbed some of those for a reversible scarecrow/snowman.
Turns out, wooden blocks are expensive as sin (considering they are actually scraps), but I found a decent replacement at Joann for the words.
Hobby Lobby had all their Xmas stuff on sale for 40% off, and I found 2-packs of blank ceramic ornaments for only a few dollars, and that rounded off our supplies. (Of course, Mom was kind enough to donate her wood paints, and Lauren definitely came through with the extra glue gun).
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| Top: our inspiration Bottom: our finished products |
All in all, we did pretty darn well, although you'll notice that the wooden banner is the best because Sarah did it (*cough* over-achiever *cough*).
Have any other ideas for multi-season/multi-holiday crafts?
We would LOVE to hear about them!
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value;
rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Alex B
If you have been paying attention, you will probably have realized by now that I've been struggling a bit lately with my brother's death. I'm quite convinced that the reasoning for this is because the ten-year anniversary has been looming, and, though I shouldn't put stock in such things, that milestone has made me more cognizant that he's gone.
And so, without further ado, the day is finally here. Yep, you guessed it. Happy Freaking Thanksgiving. (hear that? It's the sound of salt being rubbed in an open (albeit decade-old) wound)
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| Yes, he is fishing for boxes of beer. Bet he caught them, too... |
Alex, I remember you when:
- I make Ramen but dump the water and just flavor the noodles.
- I make a wreath out of my spaghetti to heat it evenly in the microwave.
- I see any number of movies, including: The Sandlot, The Rock, Con Air, Big Trouble in Little China, Waterworld (remember the part when he drinks his own pee?), Cool Runnings, The Lord of the Rings, etc. etc.
- I say "oshwam" and really mean "ice cream."
- Someone says, "indubitably."
- I see any kind of graffiti.
- I see Lauren's dog and think "STU-EEEE" with that inflection you made famous.
- Someone talks around the cigarette in his mouth.
- I see pictures of people in the 90s rocking uppercuts and baggy jeans.
- It's Thanksgiving.
Now that the day is finally here, I feel a release. For whatever reason, the milestones sometimes get you (think about your first family functions or holidays after losing someone you love), but it's the everyday memories that are the strongest and that live on. These are the ones that bring you comfort.
Today, I'll think of him. I'll miss him. I'll repeat.
Today, I'll think of him. I'll miss him. I'll repeat.
And then I'll play "Smoke on the Water," grin despite myself, and all will be well.
I will not say, "do not weep," for not all tears are an evil.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
Monday, November 23, 2015
Closet Overhaul
There has been a dress-code crackdown at work. We are technically a business attire environment. Not business casual. Business. That means that many of my male counterparts (and certainly superiors) wear suits everyday. As you can imagine, the new enforcement has led to the normal rumblings bordering on revolution and some epic co-worker bonding over why "booties" are not professional.
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| Examples of appropriate workplace wear |
For me, it meant a necessary upgrade.
Now, not everyone will experience my luck. My mother-in-law happened to retire right before I started here, and she gifted me with dozens of pieces from her years in banking and financial loans. Not everyone is lucky enough to have an MIL as giving or stylish as mine is, but there are some ways to nearly replicate the hand-me-down effect.
- They give you the chance to take risks at no cost. No, I would not normally wear floral print pants, but Beckie handed me some for free. At that price, it's definitely worth trying once. (And I wasn't shocked when they weren't my thing...)
- You know the fit. I can't tell you how many times I have found something I really liked, only to find it was too tight once washed. To combat this, I started buying things a little bigger, and then it would just be too baggy after a few wears. The best part about hand-me-downs is that you already know how they will look and fit after a few (or more!) wears.
- You don't feel too badly parting with it. I have spent years trying to keep my STUFF at a manageable level. Clutter, particularly of un- or under-used items, is both difficult for me to manage and something I am desperate to master. I have seen many different anti-clutter strategies suggesting that you dispose of one piece of clothing when you bring home a new one, and the easiest way I have found of doing this is to have clothing that didn't cost you too much money in the first place.
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| My friend Ann sent this to me... can you tell I do a lot of Goodwill? |
I like Goodwill for all the reasons I like hand-me-downs (it's so cheap, it's almost free...). Most resale shops also benefit a good cause, but that's just an added bonus.
Now What?
So, what do you do with all this clothing now that you've got it? Well, for a few weeks, you fumble around with grabbing shirts at random and wondering if they are work-appropriate before you realize that there has to be a better way. That's when you sneak a peak at your husband's closet. It's full to bursting because he's too lazy to get rid of anything, but you know from years of putting his stuff away that it's divided into sections: T-shirts, Polos, button-down work shirts, long sleeve sweaters, casual long-sleeved shirts, and (my personal favorite) sweater vests. Because Kevin is an inherently organized individual, he knows where all these things are without having to give it a second thought. For someone like me, this does not come automatically, and so any time I adopt a system, I need to back it up with structural support before I can master it.I decided that there were two really important distinctions I needed to make: what kind of clothing each piece is (t-shirt, sleeveless, etc) and whether or not I can wear it to work (casual, formal, work). I ended up with the following list (and yes, I made a flow-chart of my closet; and no, it's not weird):
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| The "formal sleeveless" shirts getting the silver hanger treatment |
Isn't it GLORIOUS?
What would your closet overhaul look like? You might decide to organize differently, go bold and use green, yellow, and purple hangers, or have funky dividers like these:
Post pics if you decide, like I did, that it's time for a change!
Monday, November 9, 2015
Metafiction
It is an underlying principle of my life that stories have great meaning. John Green clearly agrees with me:
This note, from his successful novel The Fault in Our Stars, pretty much summarizes how I felt every time one of my students would ask if something we read was based on a true story.
I partially blame Hollywood. The fantastic phrasing "based on real events" and "inspired by the amazing true story" have led people to believe that the only thing worth seeing, reading, knowing is what really happened.
But, as we all know, there is no "what really happened." You hear it in many different iterations, and one of my favorites has always been that there are three versions to every story: yours, theirs, and the truth.
How does one capture truth? More importantly, why does one try?
One of my very favorite movies ever is "based on a true story." Remeber the Titans chronicles the journey of a high school football team as they undergo the painful and difficult process of racial integration. It is a spectacularly made film and one that has always resonated with me because of that and because of its message.
One day, after watching an interview with the actual coach of the team, I thought it would be fun to find out how accurately the movie portrayed the events. I found several websites (like this one) indicating that the screenwriter created several characters from thin air and mostly exaggerated the racial tension between the players. Which is basically the point of the film.
So, did I give up on the film and decide it was worthless? No. I didn't even feel put-out that the film wasn't accurate. If I had wanted to know what race relations were like in the 1970s, I could have watched a documentary, read a textbook, or asked a family member.
The point is that I found the story compelling because it was a well-told story. Just because it didn't happen this way doesn't mean it couldn't have. Just because someone decided to stretch the truth to make something powerful and meaningful doesn't mean you shouldn't see it as powerful and meaningful.
Because being real is far less important than being meaningful.
(ok, I'll step off my soapbox now...)
This note, from his successful novel The Fault in Our Stars, pretty much summarizes how I felt every time one of my students would ask if something we read was based on a true story.
I partially blame Hollywood. The fantastic phrasing "based on real events" and "inspired by the amazing true story" have led people to believe that the only thing worth seeing, reading, knowing is what really happened.
But, as we all know, there is no "what really happened." You hear it in many different iterations, and one of my favorites has always been that there are three versions to every story: yours, theirs, and the truth.
How does one capture truth? More importantly, why does one try?
One of my very favorite movies ever is "based on a true story." Remeber the Titans chronicles the journey of a high school football team as they undergo the painful and difficult process of racial integration. It is a spectacularly made film and one that has always resonated with me because of that and because of its message.
One day, after watching an interview with the actual coach of the team, I thought it would be fun to find out how accurately the movie portrayed the events. I found several websites (like this one) indicating that the screenwriter created several characters from thin air and mostly exaggerated the racial tension between the players. Which is basically the point of the film.
So, did I give up on the film and decide it was worthless? No. I didn't even feel put-out that the film wasn't accurate. If I had wanted to know what race relations were like in the 1970s, I could have watched a documentary, read a textbook, or asked a family member.
The point is that I found the story compelling because it was a well-told story. Just because it didn't happen this way doesn't mean it couldn't have. Just because someone decided to stretch the truth to make something powerful and meaningful doesn't mean you shouldn't see it as powerful and meaningful.
Because being real is far less important than being meaningful.
(ok, I'll step off my soapbox now...)
A book is a portable kind of magic
--Stephen King
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
This is not what you would call a "happy" post
It's funny how a memory can sneak up on you when you least expect it. Last night, I dreamt about my brother, who died suddenly when I was 18. (spoiler alert: he died in the dream, too)
In my dream, he was lounging in a pickup truck (it wasn't actually him, but the person in the pickup truck morphed into him at some point; you know how dreams go) in one part of my dream. And then I walked around a pool, surrounded by family and friends (think Troop Beverly Hills (If you've seen it, you know what I mean)) and was horrified to see a body floating facedown in it, legs well below the surface, clearly dead. He was dressed in a white tank top and gray lounging pants, the way I remember him best, and he was being held up by his good friend, who was dressed in a black T-shirt.
I screamed, "Who is it?" and it seemed that everyone else already knew. It was the friend who finally said, "It's Alex," and though I knew it would be, I felt my heart sink into my stomach and woke up sobbing with the same deep, heavy feeling I had almost ten years ago when I had actually discovered his body.
I sobbed my way toward the bathroom, and because it was just a few minutes before my alarm clock, I continued my sobbing through my morning routine. Through brushing my teeth, putting dinner in the crockpot (maybe that's why I forgot the lid and it ended up looking like some half-raw monster), and getting dressed. I sobbed so much that even 15 minutes later, when I had finally calmed down, my husband got one quick look at me and said, "wow, you cried a lot." (but at least he had the grace not to use his favorite term: "ugly crying")
By now, you've realized that this post isn't for you, dear reader. This post is for me, and I wrote it because I spent all day yesterday thinking about my brother. Not his laughing face or his sense of humor, but his lifeless body.
Truly, this post isn't for him, either. When I think of my brother, I remember him sitting on the front porch with an entire summer's day in front of him; I remember him pretending a hose was his penis while he sprayed me with his "pee"; I remember him actually throwing a urine-filled balloon at me, which was hysterical, albeit traumatic. I remember the bad, too: the tequila night, when he was so drunk he almost broke my arm; the years we used a club lock on our cars so he wouldn't steal them; the day he pawned my (father's) laptop with the first novel I had ever written on it.
But, this dream was not about any of that. This dream was about me and my feelings. The reason I was even more upset to find that the dead person in the pool was Alex was because in a moment when I feared the worst could happen, I realized it already had. Perhaps this is most true for those who have sustained traumatic loss, but when I imagine a worst-case scenario, I'm extra leery because I know how easily it can become a reality. And, as I learned last night, I know that it never really goes away.
In the end, there's value in having these memories, no matter how painful, pop up. They make you stop, analyze, remember. They make us remember that with pain, there is healing. They put us on guard for what could happen and, if we're looking at them as an opportunity rather than a burden, appreciate the value of what we have a little more.
This is not what you would call a "happy" post, but I did warn you...
In my dream, he was lounging in a pickup truck (it wasn't actually him, but the person in the pickup truck morphed into him at some point; you know how dreams go) in one part of my dream. And then I walked around a pool, surrounded by family and friends (think Troop Beverly Hills (If you've seen it, you know what I mean)) and was horrified to see a body floating facedown in it, legs well below the surface, clearly dead. He was dressed in a white tank top and gray lounging pants, the way I remember him best, and he was being held up by his good friend, who was dressed in a black T-shirt.
I screamed, "Who is it?" and it seemed that everyone else already knew. It was the friend who finally said, "It's Alex," and though I knew it would be, I felt my heart sink into my stomach and woke up sobbing with the same deep, heavy feeling I had almost ten years ago when I had actually discovered his body.
I sobbed my way toward the bathroom, and because it was just a few minutes before my alarm clock, I continued my sobbing through my morning routine. Through brushing my teeth, putting dinner in the crockpot (maybe that's why I forgot the lid and it ended up looking like some half-raw monster), and getting dressed. I sobbed so much that even 15 minutes later, when I had finally calmed down, my husband got one quick look at me and said, "wow, you cried a lot." (but at least he had the grace not to use his favorite term: "ugly crying")
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| My uncovered crockpot dinner. I'm convinced it could have been fantastic... |
By now, you've realized that this post isn't for you, dear reader. This post is for me, and I wrote it because I spent all day yesterday thinking about my brother. Not his laughing face or his sense of humor, but his lifeless body.
Truly, this post isn't for him, either. When I think of my brother, I remember him sitting on the front porch with an entire summer's day in front of him; I remember him pretending a hose was his penis while he sprayed me with his "pee"; I remember him actually throwing a urine-filled balloon at me, which was hysterical, albeit traumatic. I remember the bad, too: the tequila night, when he was so drunk he almost broke my arm; the years we used a club lock on our cars so he wouldn't steal them; the day he pawned my (father's) laptop with the first novel I had ever written on it.
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| Alex and my sister, Lauren, with her new car. Sadly, the Alero is no longer with us, either. |
But, this dream was not about any of that. This dream was about me and my feelings. The reason I was even more upset to find that the dead person in the pool was Alex was because in a moment when I feared the worst could happen, I realized it already had. Perhaps this is most true for those who have sustained traumatic loss, but when I imagine a worst-case scenario, I'm extra leery because I know how easily it can become a reality. And, as I learned last night, I know that it never really goes away.
In the end, there's value in having these memories, no matter how painful, pop up. They make you stop, analyze, remember. They make us remember that with pain, there is healing. They put us on guard for what could happen and, if we're looking at them as an opportunity rather than a burden, appreciate the value of what we have a little more.
This is not what you would call a "happy" post, but I did warn you...
"Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds,
for the things that die before their time."
-Counting Crows
Friday, August 28, 2015
Pixel Scrapper
As someone who has scrapbooked for years (including during high school, before they actually made materials for it), I found a problem when I moved out of my Mom's--I moved away from my supplies! My mom, bless her, kept my sister and me well-stocked with essentials and more. She even created a Scrap Room (which we lovingly dubbed "The Crap Room").
So, when I was cut off from my resources, I was faced with a dilemma: how would I continue my scrapbooking obsession? I came to the conclusion that I could scan in a lot of my mom's stuff and then digitally scrapbook. I tried several times to make this work before resorting to using pre-made online templates which were nice but not unique and not my own.
Then I discovered pixelscrapper.com. An online scrapping community, Pixel Scraper has a ton of materials, and they give you a free download a day, which is more generous than a lot of sites. I was going like this for awhile before I discovered the "Outdoors Assets." When I saw this, I realized I needed more than one download a day. I needed them all.
So, I became a "patron" of the site. For $10 a month, I receive unlimited downloads of some of the most amazing elements for some of my favorite pages. I use Microsoft Publisher (I know a lot of people are more into Photoshop, but Publisher is simpler to use) and I am able to complete pages in minutes rather than hours. I do sometimes miss the therapeutic aspect of actually gluing something to a page, but much less than I would have thought. Mostly, I find great satisfaction in being able to actually keep up with archiving the many photos I take.
I strongly recommend Pixel Scrapper. Below are some of my favorite pages, created mostly or entirely with elements from the site. Feel free to visit and poke around yourself!
(click here)
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Ah, friends, it has been so long. In the months since I've written, I've started a new job which brings me back to old stomping grounds, Arlington International Racecourse. I missed the atmosphere and the people, and I'm now relishing the fact that I have a not-so-grown-up grown-up job. I mean, seriously, who gets to work at a place that looks like this?
No, I'm not delusional. I know that I don't actually work at Disney. But, I'm getting a lot of advice from that amazing empire. It started with web searches and has blossomed with this book from the Disney Institute.
The more I get into my position (Guest Services & Expo Event Manager), the more I realize that it's a bit like Disney, which is just the way my bosses want it. So, technically, I work for Disney. Awesome sauce.
No, I'm not delusional. I know that I don't actually work at Disney. But, I'm getting a lot of advice from that amazing empire. It started with web searches and has blossomed with this book from the Disney Institute.
Of course, Pinterest is helping greatly, too, as there are many resources there for customer service basics, team-building, and the much-needed workplace humor. My Pinterest board strives to be a combination of them all!
I'm also falling back on my own experiences and the experiences of people around me. So, I have to ask, what keeps you coming back to an entertainment venue again and again? (love research!)
Sunday, February 22, 2015
F this, I'm going to Hogwarts
Maybe you've seen this ^ tagline before, or maybe you haven't. I have always really enjoyed it when I've seen it on T-shirts or Facebook memes, but it had extra weight when I was in Orlando last month for work. Because Orlando, while it is lacking in many things, has become the recent home of Hogwarts.
Long story short, I have had a love affair with Harry Potter since I was 13 years old. I still listen to the audiobooks when I clean some times, and I have mastered just about every Sporcle quiz there is on the topic.
So, when work was overwhelmingly crappy, I said, "F this, I'm going to Hogwarts," and that's exactly what I did. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal was a dream come true. I literally got to go to Hogwarts (secretly ask for the Castle Tour, and you will get to tour Hogwarts through the express lane, but you have to bypass the ride at the end). I strolled through the quaint village of Hogsmeade and then switched over to the other park for some shopping in the wizards' mall, Diagon Alley.
Dream. Come. True.
Long story short, I have had a love affair with Harry Potter since I was 13 years old. I still listen to the audiobooks when I clean some times, and I have mastered just about every Sporcle quiz there is on the topic.
So, when work was overwhelmingly crappy, I said, "F this, I'm going to Hogwarts," and that's exactly what I did. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal was a dream come true. I literally got to go to Hogwarts (secretly ask for the Castle Tour, and you will get to tour Hogwarts through the express lane, but you have to bypass the ride at the end). I strolled through the quaint village of Hogsmeade and then switched over to the other park for some shopping in the wizards' mall, Diagon Alley.
Dream. Come. True.
On another--yet related--note, I recently decided to throw myself a spectacular 28th birthday party (this is a long-standing tradition) complete with Whirlyball and party bus. It is basically a repeat of the birthday party I threw for Kevin when he turned 25. So, how to differentiate the two?
This is where that somewhat related note comes into play. I was having a much-needed drink with my friend Ann Voss the other day when we decided that a great time to finish our meagerly started Harry Potter movie marathon (we only got through 1 3/4 of the films) was early in the day before my party.
Ann suggested, “We could do Harry Potter all day and then your party at night.”
That’s when it happened: magic. Those words sparked an amazing idea. Why not make ALL day Harry Potter? Why not make the 28 is Great birthday party into a Harry Potter party?
Now, I don’t want you to blame Ann. She was responsible for sparking the idea, but she could not have anticipated the madness that would follow and to which all attendees would be subjected.
No longer would we be playing Whirlyball; we would be playing Quidditch. No longer would we be riding in a party bus; we would be hitching a ride on the Hogwarts Express.
And so, I began scouring the internet for ideas, formulating a few of my own, and planning an all-out Harry Potter birthday party for a 28 year-old. 28. Yes, I realize how ridiculous that is.
But, I also realize that this is a time when magic is a little harder to come by than it was when I was 13 and reading Harry by any light and at any time (my original books still bear food marks from when I read through dinner).
And, really, we could all use a little magic in our lives.
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