today is my blog's 3rd birthday!
3 years - 623 posts - 4,634 comments - 80,030 page views
thanks for hanging out with me.
it just makes the drive home that much longer. I could go on. And on. And then on some more. But I'd really just like the leave the weekend in the past. I tried to rise above. Really, I did. It is so difficult to rise when you are being slammed down at every turn. Blech.
So, to avoid getting mired in the ugly that was my weekend, here is my list of positives. Of happy things. Of things that make me resist the urge to tell people that they are stupid & mean.
1. Banana Republic Factory Store.
2. PF Chang's Lettuce Wraps.
3. Frozen Margaritas. No salt.
4. Panera Bread's Iced Green Tea.
5. Flying to Ohio tomorrow.
6. Adding friends on Facebook.
Hope you found some happy things in your weekend.
I was on a conference call yesterday, and popped over to the Memory Makers site (hey, I multi-task). I almost squealed when I saw that the July/Aug cover image was up. That would be little Miss Maddie in my front yard last summer. I cannot wait until this issue hits newstands (June 3rd, in case you're wondering) so that Lori & I can take pictures of Maddie holding the cover in store.
We're headed out to New York this morning...spending the weekend at the inlaws. That's really all I'm gonna say about that.
Of course, driving through Albany means that it's PF Chang's for lunch. Yum!
Have a great long weekend!
Let's start at the end. A houseplan made of candles? Oh my. I'm moving to Seattle. Clearly, magic happens there. See...broken girls can be fixed. There is hope. Broken girls get to believe that they can be extraordinary.
There was so much about this episode that I loved. In fact, after the first 8 minutes, I giggled. Yes, all alone in my family room, working on favors for a shower that I don't want to go to...I giggled. Because in the first eight minutes, I knew that this episode was going to make me very happy.
The writer's blog has the first installment up already. Read it here. I'll be anxiously refreshing the site to read the 2nd half.
Kimber had this nifty "what does your name mean" thing-y on her blog, and of course I clicked over to see mine. While I realize that these kinds of things basically "recycle" some generic traits among different names, I still think they're fun. Mine is pretty darn close...with the glaring exceptions of "you don't stick with any one thing for very long" and "your biggest problem is making sure that you finish the projects that you start"...I'm am the complete opposite of those two statements. **edited to add my middle name at my mother's suggestion...
|What Katrina Means|
You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.
You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.
You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.
You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.
You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
|What Lynn Means|
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.
You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.
You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
Thanks to a plague that hit Gina's lungs and Colleen's house (and some enviable restraint on Lori's part), Karen & I made the annual trek to the Creating Keepsakes Convention in Manchester as a twosome. We scheduled a quick trip this year...no classes...just some shopping. Met up with Paula, Debi, and Michelle for lunch at the pub (Paula was thrilled to get "her usual"...how does one have a "usual" at a hotel that they only visit once per year? Hmmmm....). Shopped the vendor faire...picked up some Basic Grey, Bazzill, SEI Dill Blossom, Thickers (duh), Sassafrass Lass, Scenic Route (double duh), and one itty bitty Maya Road Sheer album. Let's see...saw Billie (even though she had to call my name like SIX times to get my attention!), met Jamie (very nice). Won some cool books for 3rd place (layout below) in the Definitely Simple Layout contest (congrats to Paula for taking 2nd!). After the show ended, Karen & I got a glimpse of the crazy organization that goes into keeping all the materials for class kits straight...wowsa (uhm, so...if anyone gets a not-very-complete supply kit in certain classes at CKC Buffalo, that's probably my fault...I was chatting while sorting). We topped it all off with a great dinner with Wendy, then headed back to the hotel to find the magic number on our Sleep Number beds (which sounds dirty, but so isn't). All in all, a fabulous weekend!
We met on a bus...but I use the term "met" loosely. He was on Jones' debate team, I was on Smith's. Our teams were traveling to the Cal Poly Invitational. I think that it was only my second Invite...freshman debaters were only allowed to go to limited Invites (Smith had made an exception for me to go to one earlier in the year). Senior debaters, no doubt, had the knowledge that giggly freshman girls would be in awe of their greatness. This fact was certainly not lost on him...or his friends. There were three of them, actually, best friends: the player, the scholar, and then...him. I don't know what category I put him in back then, but I know that I viewed him as the "leader" of the group. I also thought that he looked a little like Rob Lowe...which didn't hurt. Mo & I shamelessly followed the three of them all over Pismo Beach...likely making complete fools of ourselves. We were desperate to get their attention.They knew it, and they played along. Later that day (or was it the next?)...he invited us to a party in his room. Anyone who thinks that debaters are a bunch of quiet nerds would have had that image turned upside down at the Motel Six in Pismo. Debaters can be quite rebellious. Anyway. By the end of the trip, I was smitten with one of the best friends (the player). Over the next four years, though, B was the constant. When the player dumped me, he was there to listen to me cry. When the scholar dumped me, he was there to listen to me cry. He introduced me to Kahlil Gibran's writing. He read my poetry. He stayed in touch when he moved to Vegas. We lost contact at some point...life took us in different directions, and we "grew up" without each other. I can't even pinpoint when we reconnected, but I know that it was in email. It must have been 8 years ago? Something like that. I now consider him one of my best friends. He's my touchstone. He's still there to listen to me cry. He pushs me. He amazes me. He inspires me. And he loves me...crazy & all. I can't imagine not having him in my life. Oh, and today...he turns 40. Happy birthday Bryan. I love you.
Now, some Grey's. Dude. That was a seriously good episode. Christina...in the dark place? It's about time. George...with the running around & taking care of the Chief, and Bailey, and little Tuck? Perfect. I am SO happy that Derek isn't rushing into building a house & making a life with Rose (ick)...I mean, we all know that he is in love with Meredith. Duh. I have to admit...I didn't believe that there was an Andre, either. The Alex & Rebecca thing? I don't really care. BUT...I think that the story line is genius. Totally dig Izzie's short hair. That last scene...in the elevator? Damn. That's good TV.
We (women, friends, etc) talk alot about finding balance in our lives. We talk about setting priorities. We encourage each other to learn to say "no." We cry & anquish over our inability to be perfect in all of our roles. Oh, and because we're all enlightened...we insist on making time to take care of ourselves, follow our passions, and generally try to make the world a better place.
I will admit to failing miserably. But I'm trying. Honest.
I'm a fairly intelligent person, with a strong sense of logic, and some mad analytical skills. I'm a project manager by day, and I manage the development & execution of millions (literally) of pieces of lip gloss & balm each year. I have two children who, despite my frequent use of the F-word & my regular consumption of wine, are turning out pretty well. I have a husband who waffles between thinking that I don't do enough, and marvelling at what I accomplish in approx. 18 waking hours. I have a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor that might remain there through summer. (and no, this list is not in priority order...I'm at work, so the work part is pretty much in my face right now) I know my limits, and I push them anyway. I know that I set unrealistic expectations for myself (and sometimes for others)...but I do it b/c I am terrified of being just ordinary.
My point...is that we're all trying. And today, I just needed to say that to the universe. I'm trying.
Anyway. This is not intended to be a woe-is-me post. Really. I'm not having a pity party...I'm honestly too tired to throw a party. It's just a jumble of words that are floating in my head and I decide to write them down. I realize that I've avoided writing about anything dark & twisty for a little while...and that's not really whole life sharing, is it? (made you laugh, Beck)
So, to end this on a more bright & shiny note - my next article is up at Take Great Pictures. I'm linking to the home page so that you can see the snazzy header thing-y that I made. I'll be writing for that site every other week (or until they're sick of me). Feel free to give a rating and/or leave a comment on articles (in other words...make me look good!).
I just called my Mom to wish her a Happy Mother's Day and yawned about 6 times during the conversation. That about sums up my weekend: tired.
Saturday: Went to an all day crop, but called it quits at 1:00. I just found it nearly impossible to get anything done away from the familiarity of my scraproom. Since I left early, I was able to make to it one of Austin's basketball games...where I apparently ended their short winning streak with my presence! Then I came home & attempted to make taquitos with Hope for a belated Cinco de Mayo party...seriously, you have no idea what a sad excuse for tortillas we have here (Stacy...I checked Costco...no luck). The party was good - we finally had to leave en masse at 12:15 so that none of the boys felt like they were missing out on Rock Band (sidenote...I found it odd that I was the only adult who knew the words to The Killers' When You Were Young...doesn't everyone know that song?).
Sunday: Slept in due to getting home after midnight from the aforementioned party. Drank some coffee, uploaded some pics to be printed, and bought 7 new fonts at scrapNfonts dollar sale. Then we headed down to the waterfront for crepes at Skinny Pancake (Glo...H&A didn't make the nutella goodness). Walked around the waterfront & downtown. A fairly uneventful day...
Hope you all had a wonderful Mother's Day!
Our birthday girl. I'm freaking out a little about this birthday. Sixteen. She's an awesome kid. Even when she's whining about having to get up in the morning. Even when she gets her cell phone taken away for her trig grade. Even when she's hogging the TV with the millionth episode of The Gilmore Girls. She's dealt with having divorced parents, and step-parents, and being surrounded by only brothers (4 total...just like her Nana!). She's clearly going to need therapy after having me as a Mom, but really...doesn't everyone need therapy at some point? LOL.
We're out to celebrate tonight with a dozen or so of her friends. The location is a surprise, so I keep telling her that it's Taco Bell (no worries...it's not!). To answer a couple of the common questions for a 16th birthday...1) no, she's not getting a car 2) no, she's not getting her license (her choice...she said she wants more practice and 3)no, I don't like to think about what I was doing at 16.
Happy Birthday to my Hope Elizabeth!