tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38218659265445612122024-03-06T01:03:51.635-06:00she's complaining againgo figureterrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-46438133381304555762011-05-13T12:27:00.001-05:002012-01-02T17:57:29.420-06:00my new homethings, they are a changing...and my bloglife is not uneffected.<br />
i have started a new blog... <a href="http://www.ahoyfriend.com/">ahoy!friend </a><br />
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this has been a wonderful space for me and i am glad that i will always have this to look back on.<br />
but i am done complaining...or at least done having a space that is especially devoted to it.<br />
so i hope you will follow me to the new place.<br />
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thanks for letting me bitch :)terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-78890141126143782752011-05-05T22:22:00.000-05:002011-05-05T22:22:07.490-05:00in case you were wondering...mama and i have worked one of the biggest, fullest storage unit known to man.<br />
if all of this stuff was in her house she would certainly be a candidate for an episode of hoarders.<br />
in her defense this is all stuff that fit into our previous house.<br />
and she isn't opposed to getting rid of some of it.<br />
in fact, that is exactly what we are doing.<br />
i came down for the weekend with the intentions of being here for my cousin's prom and heading back to arkansas on sunday or monday (i left b and the mutts there).<br />
but my mom has been trying for quite some time to go through all this stuff so that she can have a garage sale.<br />
so, since i am unemployed and in need of something productive to do i signed on to help.<br />
sunday we worked from about 10:00 to 5:00ish.<br />
monday we worked from 9:00ish to 4:30.<br />
tuesday we worked from 9:30ish to almost 7.<br />
wednesday we worked from 9:30ish to about 2:30.<br />
after we went through the last box we were done.<br />
we left the place a bit of a mess. <br />
i went back to arkansas last night.<br />
b and i went to dinner in eureka springs (so freaking cute).<br />
hung out with ryan, di and the boys today and then headed back to my parents.<br />
tomorrow my mom and i are going to organize what is left in the storage unit, so she can get to the things she needs.<br />
then tomorrow night i will go with her, my cousin and aunt to my gran's lodge's mother/daughter banquet that i can almost guarantee will be at some kind of a truck stop.<br />
but it won't matter. gran is always happy to show her girls off.<br />
i haven't been in years, with really no great excuse.<br />
i am looking forward to it.<br />
on saturday we will go back to kc.<br />
i will try and see friends and spend some time with b before i leave on tuesday.<br />
i am going to brooklyn to see my girl liz!<br />
i also plan to see a dear friend from high school and one of my cousins and her kids.<br />
i will be gone for two weeks.<br />
TWO.<br />
WEEKS.<br />
b suggested, after the house news, that i go to see liz.<br />
i had been thinking about using the money i made from selling my car to go see her.<br />
i told b this, but he said it wasn't necessary, that he had rewards tickets.<br />
i said that i would book it as soon as i talked to liz.<br />
he told me he all ready talked to her and said she would probably have a 3 day weekend on may 13.<br />
this guy is good.<br />
on top of this momilla is shooting a wedding in the hamptons and then we will all get to hang out for a few days!!<br />
due to the dates available to use the rewards tickets i will be going for two full weeks!<br />
i am so looking forward to this and know that there are few people i could stay with for two weeks, but liz is one of them. <br />
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this isn't quite how i thought i would spend my time off, but i also can't complain.<br />
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next week i will be writing you from brooklyn.<br />
i doubt you are as excited about that as i am.<br />
but i hope you are well...terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-62235637093836428422011-04-28T22:22:00.006-05:002011-05-03T21:35:53.085-05:00greetings from arkansasb and i headed down on tuesday night.<br />
not even the threat of record rainfall and a partially collapsed road could keep us away.<br />
it was time to get out of the city.<br />
it was time to get down here and figure some shit out.<br />
and it was time to relax a little and be reminded of why this is all worth it.<br />
<br />
tuesday night it rained. but i was okay with that.<br />
every now and then nothing can beat a good rain.<br />
yesterday was drizzly mostly, with a little rain.<br />
this was winston's first trip to the lake. <br />
tuesday night we let him outside a few times and he would just do his business and come back in.<br />
wednesday morning bryce let him out and he came back in. then when i let him out later that morning he and luna decided to take a little stroll.<br />
i decided not to freak out.<br />
they are dogs.<br />
luna always comes back and these two stick in a pack.<br />
i convinced myself of this for about 5 minutes...then i put on my <a href="http://www.vibramfivefingers.com/">VFF</a>s and took after them.<br />
i had almost decided i wasn't going to find them, but when i turned around to head home i saw them run across the street, from the woods to a yard.<br />
i started shaking winston's collar (it is metal) and he came running right for me.<br />
i love that dogs are still excited by the idea of a walk when they are roaming open land.<br />
(side note: some people think pronged choke collars are mean....clearly winnie disagrees)<br />
this is wonderful as he has proven hard to catch in the city.<br />
the hard part was that he was on one side of a barbed wire fence, and i was on the other.<br />
i got his leash on him and then wrapped the handle around a fence post so i could walk around the fence and lead him out.<br />
then me and the dogs jogged home.<br />
after that winnie spent all of tuesday tied to the deck, inside or on walks WITH A LEASH.<br />
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this morning, after a pep talk from ryan, i decided to give him another chance.<br />
winston and luna took off around 7:00am, when we let them out, and came home by 10:00am.<br />
i can't explain the relief when he came trotting up those stairs.<br />
i am so screwed when i have kids.<br />
they came and went all day, but i am happy to announce that as i type this to you, sitting out back, under a sky of (visible) stars, my little buddy is totally exhausted and sleeping on his bed next to my chair.<br />
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we went to look at houses today. nothing to report. as in we didn't really see anything we liked.<br />
this doesn't worry me as much as it makes me sad.<br />
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but i can't dote on that....this moment is far too nice for that.<br />
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i hope this finds you well.<br />
thanks for all your kind words and silent support.<br />
it really has meant so much to me.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-44435137890801164772011-04-21T22:11:00.000-05:002011-04-21T22:11:44.157-05:00well, f*&#cue it up...<br />
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so last night before arcade fire someone made the joke that we weren't really leaving, that it was all a conspiracy for us all to hang out more.<br />
well... that wasn't the plan, but sometimes you don't get what you want.<br />
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we got the second appraisal back on the house today and it came back low again.<br />
it would be stupid to buy a home that is worth less than what you are paying for it.<br />
we offered the sellers the price that the house appraised for and they chose not to take it.<br />
so...here we are.<br />
we don't know what we are doing.<br />
we are looking for other houses, we are looking at lots.<br />
we are thinking of renting there or what we will do in the short (possibly medium) term here.<br />
we have options. and they all will be considered...<br />
once the shock wears off.<br />
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right liz? (i love you)<br />
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the last few weeks i have done so many "kansas city" things with so many of my favorite people. <br />
i have been so greatful for the time and love that my friends have given me.<br />
it has been go bittersweet wrapping my mind around leaving. <br />
and now the game has changed again and i don't know quite where that leaves me...<br />
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a few days ago i was working in the basement listening to the radio and the new death cab song came on.<br />
it spoke to me then, but perhaps even more so now.<br />
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"and if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born/then, it's time to go/and you find your destination with so many different places to call home" <br />
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what a strange place to be. i chose to leave somewhere i love. a life that i am happy with.<br />
for the chance to be happier. to try something new.<br />
to grow.<br />
and when i finally get the balls to tell this city goodbye, it isn't the right time.<br />
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tomorrow:unpacking...at least the kitchen crap. <br />
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i guess she did say <a href="http://terralikestobitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/tgfgw.html">"<i><b>wild</b></i> and precious life"</a>terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-69101584418398789072011-04-13T15:33:00.000-05:002011-04-13T15:33:27.628-05:00going...going...not quite gone.<br />
it is nice to have some extra time with friends.<br />
and it doesn't hurt the packing side either.<br />
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so that is pretty much what i have been up to.<br />
packing. some reading. lots of friends. <br />
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i took some more pictures for you.<br />
this time in black and white for a more dramatic flair. <br />
sorry if i am boring you with pictures of packing, but i am boring myself with packing.<br />
at least you only have to look at the pictures.<br />
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OH! but i did accomplish quite a few unpacking related tasks today<br />
1. found the arcade fire tickets that i suddenly realized i had no clue where they were (in a box)<br />
2. gave missouri some tax money, which required finding a check book and an envelope (luckily they were both in the same box)<br />
3. paid some billzzzz<br />
4. bought a domain<br />
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that's right. there is a new baby on the way (and by baby i mean blog)....<br />
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until then, you get pictures....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">e is for empty, to help me remember so i would stop opening each cabinet every 15 minutes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekPHJ8Eevz6fvBECrnQ0sIHylEXQRECuFUvps4AxWPgcAMbP2ps5ahMWTTZoiSm62dLaCbCFSNOsYKYQSxPQYN2J5lZbcSIyDMGsUh0glRcEr_o6zYNpmu5ztq9Ztwi87nlXO4AMd8hE/s1600/shot_1302556085733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekPHJ8Eevz6fvBECrnQ0sIHylEXQRECuFUvps4AxWPgcAMbP2ps5ahMWTTZoiSm62dLaCbCFSNOsYKYQSxPQYN2J5lZbcSIyDMGsUh0glRcEr_o6zYNpmu5ztq9Ztwi87nlXO4AMd8hE/s320/shot_1302556085733.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5MzcD9eH_Ye_WKZsTQXfCNdMf-2xvDW_cHSvRtEEbU-j6lAFt_7bjsxSxVgQXW82rzhdZSFhzIX_ZP_HzQD_k8T0a0aUp0JQEnVp2ap0hs6R9OAwhsLoVweL7FlPxqk1ILEuR27l6AY/s1600/shot_1302556944209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5MzcD9eH_Ye_WKZsTQXfCNdMf-2xvDW_cHSvRtEEbU-j6lAFt_7bjsxSxVgQXW82rzhdZSFhzIX_ZP_HzQD_k8T0a0aUp0JQEnVp2ap0hs6R9OAwhsLoVweL7FlPxqk1ILEuR27l6AY/s320/shot_1302556944209.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> how odd to be wrapping up your possessions in the obituaries of strangers...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1rcb-eY2R3OqcVmBnmCYPWUdJRWjNyFlTW4y0rSMPLJwtcDZb0JBqKo1Cl9NHadmkaOxf2vAFJbIHavHWmqWArH6YwqnkAtV6ENO-7NqF5QobTfbGO6f0yPNNMB9oUNVCMy5R_-jv4s/s1600/shot_1302556978631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1rcb-eY2R3OqcVmBnmCYPWUdJRWjNyFlTW4y0rSMPLJwtcDZb0JBqKo1Cl9NHadmkaOxf2vAFJbIHavHWmqWArH6YwqnkAtV6ENO-7NqF5QobTfbGO6f0yPNNMB9oUNVCMy5R_-jv4s/s320/shot_1302556978631.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> lunagirl</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPy41s_gkjHDM0-uDgRwZieN7icpcKLjJWW6pUGUj9kY7buL8ynFVL840-Ke1Llhu-FpIjQydqfE9KrLMuMxoFISdY2XEh0LCD1_cQBpIEci3sUpusII1UGsvEBHlmQeutnW8I00bBnmI/s1600/shot_1302557212486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPy41s_gkjHDM0-uDgRwZieN7icpcKLjJWW6pUGUj9kY7buL8ynFVL840-Ke1Llhu-FpIjQydqfE9KrLMuMxoFISdY2XEh0LCD1_cQBpIEci3sUpusII1UGsvEBHlmQeutnW8I00bBnmI/s320/shot_1302557212486.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">time to make all you working folk proud and head outside for some reading and sunshine.</div><div style="text-align: left;">until next time...</div>terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-78432134265001670372011-04-07T12:01:00.000-05:002011-04-07T12:01:10.365-05:00today is the fourth day...i wonder when i will stop counting the days...<br />
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on tuesday i was going to make a photo post of my packing.<br />
when i didn't post them it carried on into wednesday.<br />
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this would be the house pre-cleaning on tuesday morning and winston. <br />
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i went through all of my scarves and all though i have yet to wear one, i just can't let them go. <br />
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eventually i will frame them or do something. <br />
here are some favorites:<br />
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the dogs are ridiculously lazy. i can't believe i used to worry so much about them being bored when they were home alone.<br />
i ignored winnie sleeping on the couch.<br />
why should my change in schedule effect his?<br />
luna loves her kennel.<br />
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luna prefers hers in the planter boxes. <br />
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thanks for staying up way too late and drinking a little too much on a school night.<br />
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so far today has consisted of this blog post, taking out the trash.<br />
now i will move onto a shower, more laundry, some lunch and showing the vibe at 2:00.<br />
fingers crossed.<br />
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it was beautiful and sunny that last few days.<br />
today it is cooler and the sun is hidden.<br />
every now and then it decides to rain.<br />
i want it to storm.<br />
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hope you are well.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-46865195315277554012011-04-04T14:32:00.000-05:002011-04-04T14:32:25.598-05:00dubtf home buying.b and i have been looking at houses for quite sometime in the kc area.<br />
nothing ever was right. i don't think we even ever looked at a house a second time.<br />
right before the decision to move to arkansas we finally started getting a little closer.<br />
we weren't actively working with an agent, but i was stalking the internet.<br />
we had finally decided that we wanted something with good bones that needed some love.<br />
SOME love.<br />
or was cheap enough to afford fired labor.<br />
when we decided to move to the lake we were not able nor did we really want to be that picky.<br />
we were looking in a very specific area. where there aren't a lot of homes to begin with. and the prices are all over the map.<br />
and you pretty much have to be wanting to update a lake home that you plan to be your permanent residence.<br />
so for location, price, size and layout we really love this house.<br />
we had been by the house several times last summer.<br />
on walks. runs. and 4 wheeler sides.<br />
so when it was still on the market we decided we were interested.<br />
ryan (b's bro) and di (his lovely wife) went to check it out for us.<br />
then we went to look at it and there happened to be a ton of people at ryan and di's.<br />
so we went and so did mere, ryan, di, nixon and will. when we went back later bill and julie (b's aunt and uncle) and his parents joined us.<br />
everyone seemed pretty comfortable. so that is a good sign.<br />
so then started the offer/counter offer process.<br />
i would be no good at this, so i am glad that b. is the one in charge.<br />
now we are waiting on loanshit.<br />
the closing date didn't get adjusted on the contract after 10 days of going back and forth.<br />
so we were set to close on the 11th. but that is still not final. it could be up to a week later.<br />
so i may have quit my job one week early, but whatever.<br />
loan crap is stressful.<br />
ugh! grown up stuff!<br />
i am so impatient!<br />
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in the mean time....anyone want to buy a vibe? PLEASE!terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-64349758582918697712011-03-31T23:57:00.000-05:002011-03-31T23:57:01.281-05:00aaaaaaand i cried.first at work.<br />
just a little, but enough to really make me worry about tomorrow.<br />
wednesday one of my favorite people at work was leaving for vacation.<br />
he and i worked together at penton every now and then and i always really enjoyed him.<br />
he left penton for intouch while i was still in the waiting process.<br />
when i started his desk was right outside the conference room that i shared with two lovely ladies. (<a href="http://terralikestobitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-job.html">remember?</a>)<br />
there has never been a time that i have interacted with him that he didn't make me laugh.<br />
i didn't get teary, but it was the first goodbye.<br />
and i felt it.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">today was my first day of "real work". a whole day full!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">it felt great. it is all so bittersweet.</div><br />
then my friend joanna, who i heard about the company from, came by to tell me bye as she will not be in tomorrow.<br />
i will see her again though before i go (right jo?!).<br />
but i will miss being able to randomly pop in on her just to say hello.<br />
at the end of the day our EVP came by my desk.<br />
in preparation for my interview i read her whole <a href="http://blog.intouchsol.com/">blog </a><br />
my second interview was with her. .<br />
it was so interesting to me.<br />
the challenge that is marketing for pharma.<br />
to be innovative in such a restricted and regulated industry.<br />
her mock letter from pharmaceutical companies to their consumers is still one of the smartest things i have read in a while.<br />
she is passionate. she is great at what she does.<br />
she is a wonderful leader. and she is kind.<br />
and she, along with my bosses and all my coworkers, have been so wonderful and kind about my leaving.<br />
so when she came by to let me know she would be out tomorrow and to say goodbye it really got me.<br />
i hate that i am a crier, but i don't know how to stop it.<br />
i don't bawl, but the tears spill out.<br />
such sincere words.<br />
i warned my bosses that i would be a mess tomorrow and i tried to book it out.<br />
in the car i just let it go.<br />
and again now.<br />
i am just so overwhelmed with emotion.<br />
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when i was little i wanted to go to notre dame and be a lawyer.<br />
when i graduated from high school i wanted to go to cosmetology school.<br />
when i was in college i decided i was going to be a career woman.<br />
and at 28 i have decided that i want to try something new.<br />
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tomorrow is the last day of a lot more than my job.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-61657468616057435682011-03-31T11:33:00.000-05:002011-03-31T11:33:55.728-05:00drunken claritylast friday night we decided to use our groupon for a one night stay at <a href="http://www.hotelphillips.com/">hotel phillips.</a><br />
it also happened that ku was playing that night, so we met friends at the p&l to watch the game then proceeded to the zoo bar to achieve a proper drunk and then back to the p&l to get a final shot of doucheyness.<br />
at around 1:00am b and i walked back to the hotel. <br />
he fell asleep (with the hiccups, which was pretty entertaining) and i was wide awake.<br />
after a few more glasses of wine my mind began to wander.<br />
so i picked up a pen and paper and let it all out.<br />
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here it is.<br />
pardon the jumping around, the sloppy handwriting and the bad spelling.<br />
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thanks for being awesome.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-90178711903359181642011-03-22T16:21:00.001-05:002011-03-22T16:28:08.341-05:00"tell me what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life"trees.<br />
stars.<br />
silence.<br />
mountains.<br />
winding roads.<br />
screened in porch. <br />
walks.<br />
runs.<br />
bike riding.<br />
rock climbing.<br />
wake boarding.<br />
hiking.<br />
kayakng.<br />
swimming.<br />
art. <br />
reading.<br />
music.<br />
house guests. <br />
family. <br />
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on april 11 b, luna, wintson and i are moving to arkansas.<br />
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just late, for a very important date!<br />
no time to say hello-goodby!<br />
i'm late. i'm late. i'm late!<br />
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after hearing that in your head does anyone else hear "we are siamese if you please, we are siamese if you don't please"?<br />
at some point in my childhood disney had to have had a commercial or movie preview that had a clip from alice in wonderland, followed with the clip from lady and the tramp.<br />
and ever since then every time i say i'm late, i hear the white rabbits little ditty, immediately followed up with the cats.<br />
this happens all the time to me. i am constantly playing word connections in my head.<br />
even getting this far there were so many saying and lyrics.<br />
lady and the tramp always cues up sinatra's lady is a tramp<br />
and for some reason, when i hear the cats it is not the chariceter's voices i hear, but my mothers.<br />
did this really happen?<br />
white rabbit of course sets off jefferson airplane and then i think about krista.<br />
do other people pay attention to their thought processes?<br />
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anyway, sorry i left you hanging on thursday.<br />
it was st.patrick's day and all though i had no desire to take the day off to get drunk, i couldn't help but think about the many years that i did.<br />
it also didn't help that it was 80 out.<br />
i was like a 4 year old on a road trip at work.<br />
couldn't sit still. went to the bathroom a million times.<br />
consumed too much sugar.<br />
i left around 4:30 and met shaun, dusty and some cider on the back porch.<br />
we kicked on some oldies and jill and kelly joined us.<br />
on her way down our street jill saw some guy passed out on the sidewalk with his head hanging over the curb.<br />
she came to tell us she was going to walk down there and by the time we walked the less than half a block back, he was gone.<br />
we assume he was scooped up the porch partiers a few houses down.<br />
i think it is a good bet that he originated from that party.<br />
we sat out back and enjoyed the weather.<br />
made 3 boxes of mac'n'cheese with real butter and half and half with a splash of water.<br />
it was good.<br />
we played some cards.<br />
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i try and get these guys done on wednesday night.<br />
but i got my hair done and then ran into gretch on the interwebs and we skyped it up.<br />
we talked about many things, but the one i remember best is gretchen's disgust with the toilet situation in kuala lumpur. <br />
hilarious.<br />
since it was nice out wednesday too, brad and kel came by for a beer.<br />
then all the sudden it was 11...and i needed to get to <strike>bed</strike> reading.<br />
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for book club we chose <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sharp-Objects-Novel-Gillian-Flynn/dp/0307341542">sharp objects</a> by gillian flynn.<br />
i started reading it last week i think?<br />
once i got about 17% in i didn't want to put it down.<br />
(note:this is the first book i have read front to back on the kindle and my biggest complaint is knowing what page i am on...and that saying "read it front to back" just doesn't seem correct anymore)<br />
so when i wasn't hanging out with friends, enjoying the weather i was reading.<br />
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now it is friday night.<br />
after work today i went to <a href="http://madyandme.com/">maddy & me</a> to get a baby gift.<br />
then had dinner with brian.<br />
and then came home and finished the book.<br />
it was good. she has another one that i think i will have to read too.<br />
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so i have been cheating on complaining with books, friends and one of my favorite ladies, spring.<br />
and i hope you have been too!terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-78486834777059032072011-03-09T22:05:00.000-06:002011-03-09T22:05:10.445-06:00onion bunioni have gross feet.<br />
i think we kind of touched on this last week when talking about the <a href="http://www.vibramfivefingers.com/index.htm">vffs</a> <br />
my second and third toes on both feet are longer than my big toes.<br />
some people say that you are supposed to be smarter if your second toe is longer than your first.<br />
i am not sure what they say about you if your second and third are...<br />
these are my alien toes.<br />
my fourth toes are both crooked and fold into my third toes.<br />
my pinkies are tiny, have creepy small nails and fit like a awkward puzzle piece into my fourth toes.<br />
the contour of my foot is more or less a smooth line, sickly mirroring the shape of the toe bed in a high heel. <br />
i have wide feet. with high arches. <br />
there is a family history of bunions.<br />
my feet certainly looks like canidates.<br />
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a few weeks ago i noticed that the stickyouty part on the outside of my left foot, near the base of my pinkie toe, was sticking out more than usual.<br />
and it was sore.<br />
great. bunions.<br />
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i am suddenly 80 years old.<br />
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i got a reference from a friend and called monday to make an appointmet.<br />
they were able to get me in this week.<br />
which is great.<br />
i am a wuss and when something is wrong with me i like to get it all squared away as soon as possible.<br />
b says i am a bit of hypocondriact.<br />
whatever. <br />
liz suggested i get an onion tattooed on my bunion.<br />
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this is amazing.<br />
an onion bunion.<br />
a bunion onion.<br />
pure genius.<br />
does this make anyone else laugh?<br />
feet are not really attractive. especially not mine.<br />
so the idea of drawing attention to something as gnarly as a bunion is awesome.<br />
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while i waited to be seen i played on my phone, but couldn't block out the informational dvd that was playing.<br />
explaining the symptoms and possible treatments for all the major foot issues.<br />
plantar fasciitis. ingrown toe nails. bunions. corns. callouses.<br />
i was totally grossed out.<br />
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the nurse took me back to the examination room. <br />
and asked all the new patient questions.<br />
and then she told me that she was interested in seeing my foot from the description the receptionist had left in my file.<br />
and then i remembered how i described it to the receptionist...<br />
like a bone is sticking out of the side of my foot.<br />
as i remembered what i said, she read it out loud and we both busted out laughing.<br />
i mean, that is accurate, but sounded so extreme.<br />
she said she has been waiting all day to see what was really going on with me. <br />
the doctor was as easy to get along with as the nurse.<br />
it was as pleasant as a trip to a podiatrist could be.<br />
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i am not getting an onion on my bunion.<br />
but i did get a shot of cortizone in it.<br />
turns out i only have a small tailor's bunion (aka bunionette).<br />
they call it a tailor's bunion because they were thought to be caused by sitting cross legged. <br />
i got to see x-rays of my foot.<br />
turns out that i have a large metatarsal.<br />
not your average, run of the mill, curved bone that is usually the cause of bunions.<br />
my sexy bunionette is surrounded by some inflamed flesh.<br />
probably from wearing high heels to work.<br />
just sitting in high heels all day.<br />
not dancing all night...<br />
when i was in college i used to go dancing.<br />
many times a week.<br />
and if it was any night but sunday, i was dancing my ass off in at least three inch stilettos.<br />
hours and hours of dancing that would leave me looking like i ran through a sprinkler.<br />
clothes hanging off me, drenched with sweat.<br />
those days are long over.<br />
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so i got a shot in my bunion...pretty exciting week.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-53422780964892488962011-03-03T15:37:00.000-06:002011-03-03T15:37:20.196-06:00tgfgwi can't believe it is march.<br />
i mean, i know february is a short month, but HOLY! <br />
i was supposed to have reached my goal weight by the end of this month.<br />
that did not happen.<br />
i am still seeing progress, but i am not quite there yet.<br />
i am not tracking well. i am not exercising enough.<br />
i will get there...but that is two failed goals in two months! <br />
serious dislike.<br />
the future looks bright though. this week we were able to take the dogs on a nice long walk/run.<br />
and b and i got spiffy new vibram fivefingers.<br />
i got the bikila ls <br />
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i had worn them around in the house and to work, but hadn't exercised in them yet.<br />
i have read plenty on easing yourself into them and have no desire to be intensely sore. <br />
after 45 min of walking/running my arches and toes were tired. but i felt good.<br />
and i am a little sore, but good sore.<br />
it was also winston's first walk with us.<br />
he did okay, until the end when he keep leaping at cars.<br />
thank god for his "mean" collar... or we might have one dead dog.<br />
one thing to note is that since i started wearing these shoes i have noticed how uncomfortable my other shoes are.<br />
this is a bit of am bummer as i am not ready to be full blown granola.<br />
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speaking of granola...<br />
a few weeks ago i flipped open a prAna catalog and was met a version of this <br />
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i immediately took the staples out of the spine, taped the spread together, slapped it in a frame and gave it a home, so i could be reminded of it daily.<br />
inspiration will find you in the funniest places. <br />
the poem that the line comes from is equally as beautiful.<br />
and with spring flirting with us, it all seems too right. <br />
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enjoy friends<br />
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<h1 style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Summer Day</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></h1><span style="font-size: small;">Who made the world?<br />
Who made the swan, and the black bear?<br />
Who made the grasshopper?<br />
This grasshopper, I mean-<br />
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,<br />
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,<br />
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-<br />
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.<br />
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.<br />
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.<br />
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.<br />
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down<br />
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,<br />
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,<br />
which is what I have been doing all day.<br />
Tell me, what else should I have done?<br />
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?<br />
Tell me, what is it you plan to do<br />
with your one wild and precious life?</span>terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-16081192996970672962011-02-24T18:41:00.000-06:002011-02-24T18:41:03.952-06:00time capsuletoday i randomly thought about myspace.<br />
and so i went to check out my old page.<br />
i couldn't remember my password.<br />
and then i had to think if my signin was with my gmail or my hotmail.<br />
once i figured all that out i logged into my old pal myspace.<br />
or my_____. as it prefers to be called.<br />
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all of my updates are from the recordbar or bands.<br />
i have 10 unread messages. all from bands.<br />
i have no idea when i last logged in.<br />
i went to my profile.<br />
i don't even look like myself. <br />
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my playlist consists of:<br />
first aid kit (uh???who?)<br />
noah and the whale<br />
of montreal<br />
animal collective<br />
kate nash<br />
the bird and the bee<br />
iron and wine<br />
the hood internet<br />
good to know some things never change.<br />
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and some things do change...<br />
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i match my socks now.<br />
most of the time.<br />
i still don't give a shit, but i guess b did somewhere along the way.<br />
and in the grand scheme of things, asking your 28 year old girlfriend to at least match the childish socks she loves to wear isn't asking a whole lot<br />
i still am not very good at going with the flow.<br />
and there is the link to this sweet little blog.<br />
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nothing too shocking here.<br />
i used to be so much better about music though. <br />
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i looked around for maybe a total of 5 minutes.<br />
there are ads everywhere.<br />
it was strange to see my top 12 and remember all the bullshit surrounding the order that you placed your friends in.<br />
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myspace went through a major redesign last year, but clearly not so major that i gave a shit to check it out.<br />
did you? <br />
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according to this<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/10/27/new-myspace-redesign-2010_n_774547.html#s166208&title=New_MySpacecom"> article </a>the redesign was supposed to take myspace out of the social networking world and reposition it as a "social entertainment destination". <br />
that explains all the band and venue messages. <br />
the article also says that it's efforts were focused towards a younger audience.<br />
so perhaps that is why i missed it, but i highly doubt it.<br />
i am sure it will come as no surprise to mention that myspace is failing horribly.<br />
i was made aware by friend at work today that the company has had massive layoffs recently.<br />
apparently they laid off 47% of their staff in january.<br />
intense.<br />
am i the only one who completely missed this?<br />
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on the login page for myspace you can link it to your facebook in something described as a "Mashup"?<br />
i had to know more.<br />
google led me to an artcile from pc world called <a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/211127/myspaces_facebook_mashup_why_bother.html">"myspace's facebook 'mashup'--why bother?"</a><br />
my sentiments exactly.<br />
the author jokes- "I'm guessing approximately four people are excited by this development"<br />
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out of all my facebook friends three of them have mashed it up.<br />
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RIP myspace.<br />
thanks for the memories.<br />
and being my first social networking addiction.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-7523061062922754092011-02-17T11:43:00.000-06:002011-02-17T11:43:04.151-06:00well said, mama.<a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/67024/">"all joy and no fun. why parents hate parenting"</a><br />
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i posted this article from the new york magazine on my facebook last week and loved the response i received from the mothers in my life. mine included...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i won't try and summarize the article for you, because i really want you to read it and tell me what you thought of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">while i found the article very interesting, the part that stood out to me was this:</div><span class="drop">"A</span> few generations ago, people weren’t stopping to contemplate whether having a child would make them happy. Having children was simply what you did. And we are lucky, today, to have choices about these matters. But the abundance of choices—whether to have kids, when, how many—may be one of the reasons parents are less happy."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this speaks strongly to me and has been the topic of many conversations with friends recently.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">most of my best friends are single (READ:not married), in their late twenties or early thirties, without kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as we all reach the magic number 30, the decision to and timing of having children starts to be a subject on many of our minds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in a conversation with a friend of mine the other day we talked about how sometimes we wished we would have just gotten married young and started having kids. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">before we had the chance to weigh the option of having them or not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">before we had a taste of total freedom in our adult lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">before it seemed like we were giving something up to have kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i do not look at having a child as a burden. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but i know that my world will change drastically. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and, to be totally honest, it is intimidating. sometimes terrifying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i am currently in (almost) complete and total control of my life.i make decisions based on what i think is best for me. and i (for the most part) am the only person that is effected by those decisions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">when i did a google search to find the link to the article i also found <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=why+parents+hate+parenting&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">several responses</a> to it, which i found equally interesting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">don't forget to read the comments.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">my two favorites out of the few i sifted through are "<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/elisha-goldstein-phd/why-parents-hate-parentin_b_649715.html">why parents hate parenting--or do they?</a>" and this <a href="http://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2010/07/why_parents_hate_parenting.html">blog post</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"why parents hate parenting-or do they?" is authored by Elisha Goldstien, a Pd.D who seems to do a lot of work in the area of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mindfulness_%28psychology%29">mindfulness,</a> a concept tied to Buddhism that stresses the importance of being present in the moment. his article suggests that when you are experiencing the struggles of parenting you should be aware of the memories that will be looked back on fondly later in life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i really think he says it best:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>"Cornell Psychologist Tom Gilovich "recalls watching TV with his children at three in the morning when they were sick. "I wouldn't have said it was too fun at the time," he says. "But now I look back on it and say, 'Ah, remember the time we used to wake up and watch cartoons?' " <b>The very things that in the moment dampen our moods can later be sources of intense gratification, nostalgia, delight.</b><br />
Is there a way we can become more aware in those moments where our moods are dampened that these may actually be precious or even sacred moments in life. In other words, can we create what I call a present nostalgia? This is the ability to bring that feeling for reminiscence or longing to the moment that it is actually happening. One way of doing this is to imagine yourself many years from now laying down toward the end of life looking back to this moment. What is here now that you're not seeing?"<br />
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i love this idea of present nostalgia and often find it sneaking into my life now.<br />
i have moments where i stop and think about what a wonderful memory i am making.<br />
i stop and let it sink in a little deeper and enjoy the moment even more.<br />
i think that bringing this idea to parenting is key. <br />
dr. goldstien also uses mindfulness to relieve stress and anxiety in many other situations.<br />
i will be trying to keep up with this guy via his <a href="http://blogs.psychcentral.com/mindfulness/">blog </a><br />
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the <a href="http://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2010/07/why_parents_hate_parenting.html">blog post</a> from the last psychiatrist is awesome. i love the language. i love the way the article is broken down. i love the way the article is called out.<br />
if you don't like cussing, sarcasm or bluntness this one isn't for you (and to that point, why the hell are you reading my blog?)<br />
i can't find any credentials or anything about this guy.<br />
and that might make me love him a little more. <br />
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i think his caption under the magazine cover sums it up pretty well.<br />
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some other favorite quotes:<br />
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"When a person sees their life as a movie, that means they're the main character and everyone else is merely supporting cast. And when one of the extras-- in this case, the kid-- goes off script, she doesn't just get upset, she has a full blown <span class="k_word">existential crisis"</span><br />
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<span class="k_word">"</span> Maybe it's the rum talking, but am I the only one who read <i>that description</i> of the clip and thought "the mom sounds hot?" <i>That's</i> the issue. The issue is that she is a trim brunette with a bun, with glasses, with a look, whose relative perfection is being marred by the time burglar in the den. The issue <i>isn't</i> the homework, the issue is <i>her</i>. "<br />
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"The real form of the question, the one that generates the correct answer simply in its asking, is, "why doesn't having kids-- or getting married or getting a better job or getting laid or anything else I try to do-- make me happy? Oh. I get it. I'll shut up now.""<br />
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"The guy was in a relationship without any kids, and he felt <i>neglected</i>. What the hell did he think was going to happen when he had kids? Daily oral? "<br />
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in his article he touches on the concept of the mom who has it all together. this is something that i have never been disillusioned by.<br />
i will never be the trifecta of perfection.<br />
the perfect wife, mother, career woman.<br />
and i promise that i will never try to be.<br />
(the trifecta of perfection is a whole other post)<br />
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another topic the new york magazine article brings up is how much time people pour into their kids now. how people used to have children for economic reasons- to help man the farm or run the family business. and now people see their children as the ultimate project. something to be groomed, sculpted, cultivated into whatever the parent sees as the icon of success. i actually overheard four women having a conversation about how one of them should not have any other children because somestupid% of CEOs were only children.<br />
really? awesome america. <br />
clearly some people's priorities are effed. <br />
(again, a whole other post.)<br />
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so where does all of this leave me?<br />
well, besides having two new blogs to follow, it leaves me feeling good. <br />
hopeful even.<br />
confident in my decision to have children.<br />
to enjoy having children.<br />
to be present in the moment. to enjoy them for what they are.<br />
they are not a job. they are not a career. they are not something that i can completely control the outcome of. they are not a direct reflection of my person.<br />
they will be their own people. they will have their own successes and their own failures.<br />
and i will be lucky to get to be a part of it all.<br />
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where does it leave you?<br />
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as a side note....it feels great to not just be reading, but comprehending, researching and thinking.<span style="background-color: yellow;"></span><br />
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</div>terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-14656247486018360392011-02-10T11:12:00.001-06:002011-02-10T11:17:10.870-06:00doughnuts every day!!!so...skiiiiiiing was great! i am not great at skiing.<br />
but i don't suck either. so i count that as a win.<br />
we met up after work on thursday, packed the car and headed to frick'n'frack for dinner.<br />
we got on the road around 8.<br />
bryce drove for the first ihavenoideahowlong.<br />
i did my best to stay up as long as i could...you know, because it sucks to be driving when everyone else is sleeping.<br />
i should probably also throw out that i was trained as a small child to sleep on car trips.<br />
i think i made it to just outside manhattan.<br />
at that point i would fall asleep and then wake up to ask bryce if he was doing okay. i later was told that there were strong winds, but that night i thought bryce kept swerving off the road a bit.<br />
i do remember seeing a windfarm in the dark.<br />
just these floating red lights going off and on. each at their own pace.<br />
from a distance it looked like an alien invasion.<br />
when we drove past them it was awesome to see the blades come out of the dark and into the red light, for only a quick moment.<br />
we got into breck at 5:something AM.<br />
went to a gas station and found out that <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/daylight-donuts-breckenridge">daylight doughnuts</a> would be the first place to open. <br />
we hung out in the car outside until it opened.<br />
daylight doughnuts is so freaking good.<br />
and the people that work there are friendly and helpful.<br />
i ordered a tom macmuffin...scrambled eggs, cheese, bacon, english muffin.<br />
and a coffee.<br />
and one dozen doughnut holes.<br />
since it was 6am on a friday there weren't many people there, so we hung out for a while.<br />
teeth were brushed. faces were washed.<br />
tyler, a guy who works there, recommended <a href="http://www.carverskishop.com/">carvers</a> to us for our ski rentals.<br />
everyone there was helpful. i got a helmet and some mittens and we headed out.<br />
we couldn't get in our room so we changed in the bathroom.<br />
got in the car and drove to the gondola.<br />
some nice old people (is that rude?) rode with us and told us that i should learn on the greens on peak 8 and then we should go to peak 7 on saturday because it won't be as crowded.<br />
so we get off the gondola. i get my skis on. we get on a lift.<br />
i get off the lift without falling.<br />
i start to go down the mountain.<br />
and then i am going really fast.<br />
this is what i didn't like about skiing last time.<br />
so i really can't remember the whole start of the issue, but i am whizzing past b, who was waiting for me, screaming that i don't know how to stop.<br />
then i see brad so i am yelling, asking him to help.<br />
woosh.<br />
and then i see kelly, on her board. i believe she was standing.<br />
and then i see the lift.<br />
kelly. or the lift.<br />
friend. or concrete pillar that-at that time i didn't know had a pad on it.<br />
so i chose kelly.<br />
i think i pretty much slide tackled her in my skis.<br />
we ended up in a pile of limbs, skits and laughter.<br />
amazingly no one was injured.<br />
i do have a constantly evolving bruise on my ass, but i will live. <br />
skiing. american honey. red stag. margaritas. beers. jager shots. a 40 of tecate.<br />
and not nearly enough food.<br />
at some point we are done.<br />
and i skied a blue.<br />
then we went to the condo. sat in the hot tub. took showers and headed to main st. for dinner.<br />
someone had suggested <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/giampietro-pizzeria-breckenridge">giampietro</a>.<br />
we put our names in. agreed to an hour wait. and headed to the <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/gold-pan-restaurant-breckenridge">bar</a> across the street.<br />
there was a drunken 40 year old in charge of the juke box.<br />
a lovely mix of johnny cash and shitty early 2000's poprockcrap.<br />
when no one was any further than a quarter into their beer, the restaurant called and we had a table. <br />
when b was closing his tab the bartender recommended anything with ricotta in it.<br />
the restaurant is tiny and seemed to do a great deal of take out as well.<br />
it was sooo good. and we were soooooo tired.<br />
brad was too tired to eat.<br />
we went back to the condo and went the eff to sleep.<br />
day two...woke up to a blizzard. a for reals blizzard.<br />
we got going around 9:30. went back to daylight doughnuts for breakfast.<br />
bryce had the most amazing fried cinnamon roll. i had at least half of it.<br />
then we went back to the condo to walk to the lift.<br />
walking uphill, carrying skis, in ski boots made me feel extremely out of shape.<br />
we rode the lift up and then skied over to peak 7.<br />
the trek there was all right.<br />
i pizza....a lot.<br />
my skis cross over each other.<br />
i am really bad at the steep sections. i get up to them. stop. stare at it for a while. and then usually kel would yell for me to just do it.<br />
slow. wide. messy. and usually involving a fall of some sort.<br />
total amateur. <br />
but whatever. i did it.<br />
peak 7 was my favorite.<br />
long runs, with rolling hills and little to no ohshithowthehellamigoingtogetdownthis hills.<br />
it was super cold out and my bandanna face mask was frozen.<br />
next time i will buy a fancy one.<br />
i hate cold face!<br />
around 3:15 we figured we should probably start our trek home.<br />
i was exhausted.<br />
my legs were shaking.<br />
i really just wanted to be done.<br />
then i had my last last sweet <a href="http://skiing.about.com/od/skiingglossary/g/yardsale.htm">yard sale</a>.<br />
it was my hardest fall of that day...until the trek home i had not come out of my skis.<br />
i laid on my back, head facing down the mountain and for the first time thought i was going to cry.<br />
tired. frustrated. over it.<br />
luckily, this was the only time i felt this way the whole trip. and i was worried that was how i was going to feel the whole time.<br />
my cheerleaders were very encouraging and we eventually made it back to the condo.<br />
b, brad and i headed to carvers to return our gear.<br />
it was just as easy and stress free as getting them.<br />
then we scooped up miss.terri and headed back to the condo.<br />
showers. words with friends. drinks.<br />
then to <a href="http://www.micasamexicanrestaurant.com/">mi casa</a>, on terri's recommendation, for dinner. <br />
again...an hour wait. and again, table in less than 20 minutes.<br />
awesome.<br />
i was STARVING.<br />
and it was goooood. <br />
we ate and ate and ate. and decided that once again, we weren't going to make it out past dinner.<br />
lame!<br />
so we said good-bye (until sunday) to terri and headed back to the condo.<br />
there were talks of the hot tub, but it was chalk full of drunk co-eds by the time we got back.<br />
drunk nude co-eds.<br />
we all laid around watching rom-coms and bad reality tv.<br />
then all of the sudden there was a loud banging on our door.<br />
we weren't expecting anyone.<br />
it was a drunk guy from the hot tub.<br />
apparently he thought our room was his.<br />
we took turns watching him wander up and down the hall.<br />
then he laid down on the floor and tried to steal coke from the coke machine by putting his arm as far as he could in the opening, while still laying down.<br />
eventually he made his way to the sauna and b opened the sliding door in our room to let his friends know that his drunk ass may be passed out in the sauna.<br />
then we got to enjoy watching all their drunk asses through the peep hole.<br />
kel took video on her iphone.<br />
it is pretty hilarious.<br />
at some point we all passed out.<br />
got up, packed the car and headed out for our last breakfast at daylight doughnuts.<br />
today it was a glazed blueberry caked doughnut for me and half of kel's pine cone. <br />
that's right. we went all three days.<br />
and had doughnuts every time.<br />
this is the only time in my life that i can recall eating doughnuts three days in a row.<br />
take that weight watchers!<br />
we then walked up and down main st. in some bitter cold weather, got coffee and said goodbye to breck.<br />
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next stop: silver plume. <br />
we finally made it. holy snow. holy traffic.<br />
what a freaking cute town and terri and shane's bakery, <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/sopp-and-truscott-bakery-silver-plume">sopp & truscott, </a>is adorable.<br />
and if you drive by silver plume and you don't stop for a lemon bar and some fresh bread, well, you are doing a major disservice to your taste buds!<br />
i can't wait to go back in the summer.<br />
we made one last stop at <a href="http://www.applejack.com/">applejack</a> in denver and then it was my turn to drive.<br />
the best part about driving is that you get musical control.<br />
i put my ipod on shuffle and settled in for a long drive.<br />
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animal collective. arcade fire.black keys. bon iver.cheyenne marie mize. the decemberist. the dodos. edward sharpe. fleet foxes. fiona apple.grizzly bear. menomena. mumford & sons.stars.....<br />
i made it to colby and handed off the wheel to kelly. who got us to right outside of topeka. and then brad took us home.<br />
we pulled in around 2:00am monday morning.<br />
so happy to see the dogs and to see b's sister aka <a href="http://thevirginvegan.blogspot.com/">the virgin vegan. </a><br />
and...i wasn't even THAT sore.<br />
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you should expect a blog on my vegan food adventures with muffy sometime soon.<br />
soy cheese? really?<br />
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...until then...terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-24058101335253797012011-02-03T15:58:00.000-06:002011-02-03T15:58:09.495-06:00progress report.so, january has come and gone.<br />
where does the time go?<br />
tonight i leave on the ski trip.<br />
thanks to a call from kel, i was able to get 40% back on my coat and use that money to buy ski pants (since my carhart bibs didn't 'make it in) and a thermal.<br />
<a href="http://www.dynamicearth.net/">dynamic earth</a> hooked it up with on sale marmot base layer pants.<br />
and i will deal with the helmet when we get there tomorrow.<br />
yes, i am wearing a helmet. i don't care how lame it is. i like being alive and in a non vegetative state.<br />
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so...next week you can expect an update on how it went, how bad i hurt, what kind of trouble we got into and maybe, if you are good, some pictures.<br />
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but for now.....a goals update.<br />
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remember how i wasn't eating out in january? yeah...me neither. FAIL<br />
we totally ate out, but i feel good about the decisions i made and the scale provided the evidence that i was good.<br />
i have worked out at three days a week for each week in january. so, that was a WIN!<br />
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on the house a home front, we have painted walls, and now have art in the dining room, hall and bathroom. there is one piece in the living room and i think we are going to round that room out with a big, abstract from a friend of mine. i love the new paint. it makes me happy every day. i will post about it when it is DONE.<br />
here is a little preview:<br />
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on the creativity front, i finally started the art i owe people. i wrapped 5 canvasses with fabric last weekend and started painting. they still have a little ways to go, but i the hardest part is out of the way. they will be similar to this piece, which was a show favorite.<br />
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two of the five are spoken for. if you are interested in one of the others please get in touch.<br />
<br />
i have not started either a quilt or a savings account. all thought the latter is on the agenda for feb.<br />
<br />
and as for the blogging?? SUCCESS! thanks for keeping me honest friends.<br />
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sorry this isn't longer. or more insightful, but i have colorado on the brain.<br />
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until then, be warm and send good thoughts for a safe drive and ski experience!terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-1654243316858467732011-01-27T13:32:00.001-06:002011-01-27T13:36:58.634-06:00quiturbitchin!you know those master card commercials...where they add up the expenses of something and at the end the total is "priceless"?<br />
well i have a similar thing going on...<br />
<br />
gas, lodging, lift tickets, ski rentals....$500<br />
ski coat...$250<br />
stocking hat....$20<br />
googles....$40<br />
ski gloves...$40<br />
socks...$20 <br />
food and drink...$100+<br />
cost of going skiing with your boyfriend and two of your best friends on a crash three day trip to colorado?<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strike>priceless </strike></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>anxiety</b></div><br />
i have only tried to ski once before, with my boyfriend in college.<br />
it wasn't pretty.<br />
i more or less threw myself down the hill (we were at snow creek) multiple times.<br />
small children kept having to rescue my poor poles that i had ditched at some point in my graceless fall and bring them to me.<br />
i don't remember ever enjoying it.<br />
i do remember wanting to dump my boyfriend over it.<br />
and being sore, pissed off and defeated. <br />
<br />
fast forward to now.<br />
b loves to ski. my friends love to ski.<br />
colorado is the state next to us.<br />
when the idea of a ski trip came up i was all ready resigned to the fact that i would have to learn at some point, so i might as well learn now.<br />
decent attitude to have.<br />
and you can't date b and not be willing to try new outdoor activities.<br />
it just doesn't work.<br />
plus ski trips have always sounded so fun.<br />
<br />
and then somewhere along the planning, budgeting and buying shit loads of gear, i have started to loathe the ski trip. <br />
even though b has been more than helpful when it comes to acquiring all the crap i need to try this new sport, i can't get past the money.<br />
my, now annoyed, friends have assured me that i will love it and that this one time investment will yield year after year of ski trip goodness.<br />
<br />
but above all there is that annoying naysayer in the back of my mind.<br />
you know her- she hates trying new things, she only wants to do what she knows she is good at, she is closed minded and in general, if i let her out too often i would probably lose a lot of my friends.<br />
that bitch kept me from cheesecake, karaoke, sushi, goat cheese, green bean casserole, water sports and has made me walk off many a dance floor.<br />
and now skiing.<br />
<br />
but alas, i cannot NOT go.<br />
<br />
so i will go..<br />
i will quit my bitching. <br />
i will ski.<br />
i will try my best.<br />
i will have fun with my friends.<br />
i will recover from the overnight drives.<br />
i will not let that negativenancybitchface ruin my fun.<br />
<br />
wish me luck!terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-12346979522563486812011-01-19T20:37:00.000-06:002011-01-19T20:37:02.214-06:00ahhh nothing like the sweet, sweet sound of cars getting stuck in the intersection i live on.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEafp5b8yWnR6NFZedF5xrTqF2TZROHWVe2j21sgDHnu8_SN89rLJ13Cphldf6izAeq-SzACKO0felCkc83D5SpxsWUB0NfBY1LauNpNPq59kBp_AzC45ICDRe6yQbzx-Lj9V-O7e_U8E/s1600/IMAG0152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEafp5b8yWnR6NFZedF5xrTqF2TZROHWVe2j21sgDHnu8_SN89rLJ13Cphldf6izAeq-SzACKO0felCkc83D5SpxsWUB0NfBY1LauNpNPq59kBp_AzC45ICDRe6yQbzx-Lj9V-O7e_U8E/s400/IMAG0152.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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first and foremost<br />
i would like to hand out middle finger salutes to all the aholes leaving corperate woods and using the turn lane that is designated to put you in the turn lane for 435 west, when you aren't getting on 435 west.<br />
you made a conscious decision to be a selfish ahole. <br />
solid work. your mother would be proud.<br />
i have you to thank for both my rage at sitting in front of my office for 15 mintues and all the explitives i spewed as i was stuck behind you as you tried to get into the lane that you should have been in in the first place.<br />
thanks for only giving a shit about yourself.<br />
you are awesome.<br />
<br />
<br />
to both the the lady in the blazer, talking on the phone, smoking a cig, with her window down and music blaring like it was summer <b> </b><br />
and<br />
to the old man who refused to stop at any of the three red lights i watched him go through.<b> </b> <br />
<b>high five!</b><br />
<br />
so when i left the office, after sitting on the street my office building is on for 15 minutes (as noted above), i guesstimated that it would take me two hours to get home.<br />
from corporate woods to the ku med area.<br />
this drive usually takes me twenty minutes <br />
once i was on the highway people weren't being too shitty.<br />
i had to get off and get gas, which sucked, but i would have had to stop anyway because my wipers were ice sickles.<br />
since i was literally across the street from where my weight watchers meetings are, i decided i would drive by to see if they were open.<br />
not open.<br />
so then i drove the other 2 miles home.<br />
i left work around 4:30 and walked in a little after six.<br />
<br />
thank god it didn't take 2 hours. <br />
<br />
so now that leaves me thinking about tomorrow.<br />
it is 6:42. i put on my pajamas and slippers as soon as i walked in.<br />
b is making mushroom risotto.<br />
i am sitting on the couch, listening to the first arcade fire album <br />
wishing i had a real fire going.<br />
misssing snow days.<br />
<br />
on a totally unrelated note i have found myself using more commas lately.<br />
what does it mean?<br />
<br />
who cares? mama needs wine.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNcnwPMwyN21AeIC075mnFJmIINhmzXJz02-PoDNwa3T4yJ1taChv3gBKifSS_5w-xcFHR7LnZUsa_Vij4i9JJWX8mh8nGUbtULifMZEk1GoJ7MStJXucROfWzhwWoCkUgy7ZCqhvDP4/s1600/IMAG0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNcnwPMwyN21AeIC075mnFJmIINhmzXJz02-PoDNwa3T4yJ1taChv3gBKifSS_5w-xcFHR7LnZUsa_Vij4i9JJWX8mh8nGUbtULifMZEk1GoJ7MStJXucROfWzhwWoCkUgy7ZCqhvDP4/s400/IMAG0156.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-19902868841189616092011-01-13T08:46:00.002-06:002011-01-13T08:58:55.253-06:00i am not totally convinced that there isn't going to be a major cataclysm in 2012.i am not a scientist. i am not a scholar. i am not an expert.<br />
hell, i am not even well read on most of this shit.<br />
but even with out that knowledge (and perhaps even in spite of it) i feel like we are really screwed. <br />
economically. politically. environmentally. socially.<br />
<br />
i feel like things are so extreme.<br />
people refuse to open their eyes to plain truths because they are too stubborn to be wrong. <br />
even amongst friends we can rarely have an open dialog. instead it is a fight for who is right.<br />
and no one ever wins the other one over.<br />
why aren't we having conversations? coming to agreements and understandings?<br />
and i don't mean trading evils. <br />
i mean, if we can't do it as friends, how do we expect the thought leaders of the world to do it?<br />
<br />
<br />
i am not a republican.<br />
i am not a democrat.<br />
i am an american.<br />
i am scared for this country that i love.<br />
<br />
and for these reasons, i have joined the <a href="http://nolabels.org/">no labels</a> movement.<br />
<br />
if i recommended a book to you would you read it?<br />
if i gave you new music would you listen to it?<br />
<br />
humor me and check out the <a href="http://nolabels.org/about-us/declaration/">declaration.</a><br />
and let me know what you think. <br />
<br />
thank you for reading, friend.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-31711283063508257592011-01-06T09:03:00.002-06:002011-01-06T09:28:12.436-06:00"so this is the new year and i don't feel any different"i always though that was a bad thing, but this year i know that it isn't.<br />
<br />
2009 was a good year for me and 2010 was even better.<br />
so i go into 2011 (cautiously) optimistic.<br />
<br />
so here it is. the 2010 rundown...<br />
diets and lifestyle changes<br />
losing 30 pounds<br />
couch to 5k and learning to run again<br />
nyc for liz's 30th birthday extravaganza<br />
karaoke with a 8 foot tall drag queen<br />
job interviews<br />
taking bacon to her new home in indy<br />
completing my first adventure race (running and biking) dressed as tom cruise in risky business<br />
my 28th bday BBQ<br />
31 days in a row of exercise<br />
another summer of fun at the lake<br />
luna's adorable puppy cut <br />
holy 10 year high school reunion <br />
working ridiculous hours at work<br />
this is my heART show<br />
b surprising me with my girl liz <br />
one of the best weekends i can remember having <br />
becoming a flexitarian <br />
two years of b and me<br />
the autumn breeze festival <br />
<strike>camping</strike> drinking at truman lake for b's birthday<br />
seeing real life LARPers and laughing until i thought i was going to puke at renfest<br />
my first time back to pittsburgh in 20 years<br />
seeing our old neighbors, neighborhood and house<br />
it is just as pretty as i remember it <br />
most of my ladies turning 30 and each of their unique and fitting celebrations<br />
kel's dance party madness<br />
amanda's lake house pinata party<br />
h. neighby's huge house party<br />
mo's surprise dinner <br />
jilly's 31st at the royals game<br />
going to mexico and meeting all of our fabulous vacation friends<br />
snorkeling with sea turtles<br />
horse face and mullet guy <br />
our newest addition- winston aka keith stone aka little buddy aka badger<br />
he can wag his tail in a circle <br />
promotions<br />
raises<br />
landing my new job<br />
leaving penton<br />
an amazing friend's thanksgiving<br />
a relaxing thanksgiving day of aladdin cafe and harry potter<br />
joining a new gym<br />
dinners with my high school ladies<br />
sarah having little johnny ( i can't wait to get my hands on this little guy)<br />
seeing gretchy blissfully happy and moving to malaysia <br />
finally going to b's childhood home<br />
thinking that this would be the saddest christmas on record for my family<br />
and the complete opposite happening<br />
a wonderful and lovely christmas with all of my family<br />
no bithcing. no whining. no fighting.<br />
just hanging out, being grateful that we could all be together<br />
like it should always be <br />
then, to put the icing on the awesome year cake- liz and adam were in town for new years<br />
unseasonably warm weather<br />
impromptu college style party on a wednesday night<br />
a very unexpected and much needed thursday night, after the worst day ever of shopping<br />
liz, can you say sweatshirt dress?<br />
and just to seal the deal, my favorite new years ever<br />
amazing food, great music, photoshoot gone wild, girltalk dance party and best of all, my amazing friends<br />
i am sure i forgot plenty, but it was a great year. <br />
<br />
i love new years.<br />
i love new beginnings.<br />
i love clean slates.<br />
but more than anything, i love that i didn't need one this year.<br />
<br />
<br />
this was a year of accomplishments for me<br />
and i can't tell you quite how good that feels.<br />
<br />
we started 2011 off by painting the living room and dining room.<br />
going to the antique mall to get some things for the walls.<br />
planning out a week's worth of meals.<br />
going to the store.<br />
going to the gym.<br />
<br />
and i picked thursday as my blog day.<br />
<br />
happy new year friends.<br />
i wish you the best in 2011.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-5489585827557802192010-12-29T15:27:00.001-06:002010-12-29T15:36:31.987-06:00GOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLshere we are again, at the end of another year.<br />
this has been an amazing year for me, all though i am not quite ready for the 2010 recap.<br />
<br />
but i am ready to talk about goals.<br />
<br />
in a <a href="http://terralikestobitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/949-kcmo-has-it-going-on.html">post</a> from last year i talked about the progress i had made on my goals and with that i carried them over with me to 2010.<br />
so here is a little progress report:<br />
<br />
1) i wanted to be a healthier person.<br />
this goal carried over well with me into 2010 and i have continued to make progress on it. i started out the year doing the mayo clinic diet. in april i joined weight watches.since january of last year i have lost over 30 pounds and maintained keeping 23 of them off. i have a goal set to be at my goal weight of 146 by the end of febuary, which is still attainable.<br />
i don't think that this goal of being healthy should ever drop off the list. there is always something i can be doing to take better care of myself. i think my biggest single accomplishment in this department this year was doing at least 45 min of activity a day for the month of june. it was quite a commitment! but i made it and was rewarded by my sense of accomplishment and the loss of almost 10 pounds in one month. i will continue to set mini-goals in this area to help me be successful.<br />
so the first two are the second annual no-eating-out-january and to be at 146 by the end of febuary.<br />
<br />
2) I wanted to show my art<br />
i signed up for the arts and crafts show at work and sold one thing. i then put the remaining products up on facebook and sold two more. i wasn't happy with what i had to offer at the craft show. it was unthoughtful and just not me. but i did it and i put myself out there....<br />
and then i was asked to do a first friday at hairpins salon. and that is when my dream came true. i found out about the show in june and then everything got put on the back burner for work. i pushed the show from august to september, but knew that was all the wiggle room i could get. so for a few months i was either working on work or working on the show. i had a lot more in the archives than i thought...thank god.<br />
i made several new pieces as well.<br />
i got the show hung and set my prices. setting prices was nervewrecking.<br />
seeing my show hanging was overwhelming and so gratifying.<br />
the show was amazing. i barely remember any of it. the weather was wonderful. i was surrounded by friends and family and strangers. b surprised me by flying my girl liz in. and i sold about 75% of my show.<br />
<br />
this had been a goal of mine for sometime and i can't thank liana enough for giving me the opportunity to accomplish this goal. it was one of the best nights of my life. and i look forward to this is my heART #2.<br />
<br />
i had also talked about starting an etsy shop. and it was my goal for the winter, but i just don't think it fits in my life right now. in order to have an etsy shop i would need artshits to sell and i am currently running low. in fact, i OWE people art. so...first things first.... if this makes you sad then commission a piece :)<br />
<br />
3) I wanted to write here more<br />
um...FAIL.<br />
in 2008, when i started the blog, i posted 23 times<br />
in 2009 i posted 18<br />
in 2010 i posted 13<br />
so i will carry this goal over with me to 2011.<br />
my friend kelly recently started <a href="http://kellyisloudandtall.tumblr.com/">blogging </a>and her goal is to post something every tuesday. i think this is a smart approach and i am going to jump on the once a week bandwagon! i am not sure which day yet, but at the end of next year i better have 52 posts!<br />
<br />
this year i also accomplished personal goal i had set coming out of college to be making a $XX,XXX by the time i turned 30. please take my word for it, that the number is VERY reasonable, but this does not effect the gratification i feel from accomplishing the goal. AND i am two years early :)<br />
<br />
so what is on the agenda for this year?<br />
<br />
1) to be a healthier person<br />
2) to make my house a home<br />
3) to start a savings account, contribute to it regularly and not touch it <br />
4) to make a (probably small) quilt<br />
5) to blog once a week<br />
<br />
<br />
what is on your 2011 list?terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-1377112819291830692010-12-20T21:39:00.000-06:002010-12-20T21:39:36.435-06:00a box of tissues in and no end in sighti felt shitty last night. i didn't sleep well. i was hot. it hurt to swallow. i couldn't stay asleep and i also couldn't turn my mind off.<br />
i called in sick today, went to the doctor and found out it is not strep, so that is good. i got a z-pack.<br />
<br />
i have been fighting off something or another since before mexico and i know i am overly stressed, but until tonight i couldn't pin point about what.<br />
<br />
i mean, there have been all of the obvious stuff...<br />
<br />
work had been stressful since the start of summer. <br />
mexico was a much welcome, needed and enjoyed vacation, but probably not exactly what my immunity system needed.<br />
we got home thursday. week before thanksgiving.<br />
we got a new dog on friday and he injured himself immediately.<br />
the stress from not knowing where he came from and what secrets he may have was more intense than i had budgeted for.<br />
(yes. i budget my stress)<br />
i found out i got the job on wednesday. about 5 minutes after getting out of the shower and about 30 minutes before hosting a dinner for 25 of my favorite people.<br />
a busy thanksgiving break.<br />
the dread of putting in my two weeks. <br />
the insanity of trying to do everything i could to get everyone as set up as possible before i left.<br />
saying goodbye to the people that have been my third family and the one i have spent the most time with-my work family.<br />
walking into a brand new place and realizing that i really must have sold myself well to get there.<br />
and being petrified that i didn't make the right decision.<br />
<br />
but tonight... tonight i figured out the real issue.<br />
the biggest stressor.<br />
the one that i thought i could just ignore and it would go away.<br />
<br />
when i got on facebook tonight i saw my sister's status.<br />
it read "it's almost over"<br />
i went to respond to her..."<span data-jsid="text">i feel you and i love you. try to be strong big siiiiister (enter the BAWLING) and i will too. promise?</span>"<br />
there it is.<br />
the big one.<br />
my sister and her family are not coming home for christmas and it is fucking killing me. her. mom. dad. all of us.<br />
i picked up the phone so we could cry about it together for the first time.and cry we did.<br />
cry and cry and cry and cry.<br />
and now i, like my mom and sister have apparently been for weeks, can't stop crying.<br />
my be strong mantra is something like "we should be thankful to have something so wonderful that i hurts us this much to go without it"<br />
but it doesn't help. <span data-jsid="text"> </span><br />
<span data-jsid="text">and trying to be strong wasn't helping either.<br />
<br />
this is the first time in the existence of our family that we haven't all been together. </span><br />
<span data-jsid="text">i won't really know what to do with myself.<br />
i don't really know what to do with myself.<br />
i could sit here and list all of the things that will feel wrong or be missing but that would be torture.<br />
i think that i can sum it up by saying that this will be the hardest christmas for this family thus far.<br />
</span><span data-jsid="text">i am so sad. sadder than i have been in a long time. and all the people i love the most are just as sad. and there is nothing that any of us can do about it.</span> but find comfort in the fact that we are all in the same place emotionally, if not physically.<br />
and promise that we will never let it happen again.<br />
<br />
now i understand why i brought up all my christmas shit, unpacked it, and then put it away.<br />
why i have had no desire to make gifts for anyone, when usually i can't wait.<br />
why i have been avoiding the idea of christmas like the plague.<br />
why i did most of my shopping online, in one night.<br />
why i teared up at target when i saw the silly christmas jammies.<br />
<br />
so here i am, sitting on my couch, listening to sigur ros, bawling, and counting down with my family until the 26th of december.<br />
<br />
but it is amazing how much better my throat feels when i am crying. <br />
and how much loser my body feels. <br />
and how good it feels to finally just feel it. <br />
<br />
i have literally made myself sick from keeping all this sad inside me.<br />
<br />
we will get through this. but please excuse my emotional unavailability until then.terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-67767791347360185932010-12-19T22:46:00.000-06:002010-12-19T22:46:53.887-06:00'tis the seasonfriday morning i woke up feeling less than good.<br />
friday evening i left work feeling like crap.<br />
friday night i missed craft night, had a kickin fever and hated the idea of swallowing my own spit, let alone anything else.<br />
<br />
i also started my now twice daily regimen:<br />
1/8 tsp cayanne pepper in about 8 oz hot water. gargle. spit. repeat until you can't take any more.<br />
2 TBSP apple cider vinnegar. 3 TBSP water. plus nose. gargle. swallow. repeat until gone. try not to barf. rise out mouth with water.<br />
chug emergen-c<br />
drink hot tea, honey, lemon<br />
<br />
also: tylenol every six hours and cold compresses whenever b calls me an inferno.<br />
<br />
i still felt crappy when i got up this morning, but less crappy than yesterday.<br />
today we went to lunch, costo and cleaned the house...well most of the house.<br />
<br />
i did not get nearly the amount of stuff done that i needed to get done this weekend.<br />
but i fear that i also didn't get all the rest i needed to get. <br />
also on friday night one of my dear friends delivered a happy, healthy baby boy!!<br />
urgh. i want to snuggle that little guy!<br />
<br />
this is the worst time to be sick!<br />
i still don't feel 100%. i will reassess the situation tomorrow and see if i should go to work or go to the doctor.<br />
i hate to be the new girl that calls in sick, but i also hate to be the new girl that gets everyone sick before christmas.<br />
<br />
i also hate to be the girl that is sick at christmas.<br />
<br />
apple cider vinegar, here i come. <br />
healing thoughts please!terrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821865926544561212.post-83002514425199245752010-12-14T20:54:00.000-06:002010-12-14T20:54:38.562-06:00new j.o.b.i was trying to update my facebook status in response to people asking about my new job, but if kept being too long.<br />
<br />
so i figured i would bring it here.<br />
<br />
it has been quite some time.<br />
<br />
i started a new job yesterday.<br />
this is my second job of my adult life.<br />
it reminds me of starting a new semester in college.<br />
first of all, all i was really thinking about last week was what the hell am i going to wear on my first day?<br />
seriously.<br />
of course i was dreading my last day and saying goodbye to these people that i have spent the last 4 years of my life with.<br />
but my residing thought was about my clothing.<br />
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yesterday was pretty comparable to a first day of class.<br />
meet new people whose names you can't remember.<br />
see your new desk for the first time.<br />
get information on who to contact about what. how things work. where things are. what is expected from you.<br />
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i don 't have <strike>an office</strike> a cube yet. i share a small conference room with two other girls. we are all fairly new. we all do different things. but it is a nice way to get to know new people. the conference room is a corner room, so we have lots of sunlight in the afternoon. i don't have a phone yet. i don't have a docking station or monitor. i do have a mouse. and i am going to ask for a keyboard. i always manage to hit the mouse pad or cursor and mess myself up mid-sentence.<br />
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the people seem to be very busy, but generally happy. the office has a certain energy to it. people are focused and getting things done. people look you in the eye and are kind.the kitchens are stocked with soda, tea, coffee, water and have been overflowing with food from the holidays. the demographics of the people that i work with at the new job are totally different than before. the culture is totally different. <br />
the job is totally different.<br />
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most of the account team members that i have met come from an agency background....advertising, PR or marketing.<br />
but they knew i didn't have that. that isn't what i will bring to this team.<br />
what i bring to this team is my experience working with clients. making them happy. building a relationship with them. communicating clearly and concisely with them.i bring my organizational and time management skills. my ability to stay at least on top of-if not ahead of-the game. <br />
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i don't have to dress up any more than i did before, but i feel like i need to look nicer. this is not a bad thing.<br />
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today i spent time getting familiar with the products i will be working with and their websites, twitter accounts and facebook pages. i set up meetings to learn about the different departments and their functions. i am going to be sitting in on some client calls and strategy type meetings. i went through training on how to bill clients and use the internal IT ticketing system.<br />
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i am going to be learning a lot.<br />
and i am excited about it.<br />
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i have always wanted to work at an agency. and i am excited about this opportunity. it feels great to be in such a creative and fast paced environment.<br />
so there :) that is how my job is goingterrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562649617505098noreply@blogger.com4