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Saturday, May 30, 2009
i want these
silly but true. they're just so darn cute! when i file, i file in style...
donations to my new home office can be made here in case someone out there is interested ;)
donations to my new home office can be made here in case someone out there is interested ;)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
tired of feeling guilty
The to-do list has become a little overwhelming as of late. I need to find a way to get to the end of my to-d0 list, or accept that I can't be in 10 places at the same time, prioritize, and get over it. A few things....
1. My laundry goes from the dryer to my hamper then worn. My clothes rarely make it to the closet or the drawer, and i REALLLLY want to be one of those people that organizes their clothes by color, that presses them before they're hung, that matches their socks, that knows where "that shirt" is...I've tried, honest I have.
2. I've had a toothache for the past two weeks and I'm too stubborn to go to the dentist. I hate the dentist, and I can honestly say, my dentist hates me. I swear his voice drops every time he hears me on the other line. But I have this pang of guilt every time I eat something, swear to make an appointment, and don't follow through.
3. I need to either learn how to speak French with Bamba (my west African French tutor) or just skip it. My French books look at me, all dusty and such, and yell." YOU! YOU THERE! Je ne parle pas FRENCH?! NO, no you DON'T!" Something needs to be done about talking books...
4. Which brings me to the pile of books next to my bed that have been neglected. I was on a roll, then I wasn't. Now Ayn Rand has taken permanent residency under my lamp, collecting dust. I need to read it, or give it back.
5. The chairs that I swore would be recovered in weeks still remain, uncovered and shedding stuffing almost a year later. Honestly em, is it that hard? You covered a sectional couch in a WEEKEND, I think you can handle the chairs. Just not enough time.
6. Credit card debt. I think that's enough said. I made some bad travel decisions, some bad clothes decisions, and well....bad, bad decisions in the past 5 years that surface as a monthly reminder on the 15th and 22nd of every month.
7. Biggest disappointment of the spring, my garden. I had this big plan to create beds with half veggies and half flowers. No such garden had materialized (however, to give credit where it's due, my flower box is choc' full o' pansies). I really need to decide if it's going to happen before Europe.
8. Cooking for myself has always been a chore that I've avoided. I'm the queen of eating at restaurants, boxes of mac and cheese, and take-out sandwiches for lunch. The half of it is always working in restaurants, but now that i'm (gasp) getting older, I've considered buckling down and cooking. I hate the idea of it. I hate food shopping. As Leah tells me, I snack shop, not food shop.
9. My lack of a home office or personal computer. It's really getting old.
Despite all the guilt, things that I can be happy for...
1) I'm painting like a mad woman
2) My traveling dream is happening in less than 28 days
3) The boys and I finally have some more quality time
4) I started rowing again
5) I'm going to more shows than I have in years
1. My laundry goes from the dryer to my hamper then worn. My clothes rarely make it to the closet or the drawer, and i REALLLLY want to be one of those people that organizes their clothes by color, that presses them before they're hung, that matches their socks, that knows where "that shirt" is...I've tried, honest I have.
2. I've had a toothache for the past two weeks and I'm too stubborn to go to the dentist. I hate the dentist, and I can honestly say, my dentist hates me. I swear his voice drops every time he hears me on the other line. But I have this pang of guilt every time I eat something, swear to make an appointment, and don't follow through.
3. I need to either learn how to speak French with Bamba (my west African French tutor) or just skip it. My French books look at me, all dusty and such, and yell." YOU! YOU THERE! Je ne parle pas FRENCH?! NO, no you DON'T!" Something needs to be done about talking books...
4. Which brings me to the pile of books next to my bed that have been neglected. I was on a roll, then I wasn't. Now Ayn Rand has taken permanent residency under my lamp, collecting dust. I need to read it, or give it back.
5. The chairs that I swore would be recovered in weeks still remain, uncovered and shedding stuffing almost a year later. Honestly em, is it that hard? You covered a sectional couch in a WEEKEND, I think you can handle the chairs. Just not enough time.
6. Credit card debt. I think that's enough said. I made some bad travel decisions, some bad clothes decisions, and well....bad, bad decisions in the past 5 years that surface as a monthly reminder on the 15th and 22nd of every month.
7. Biggest disappointment of the spring, my garden. I had this big plan to create beds with half veggies and half flowers. No such garden had materialized (however, to give credit where it's due, my flower box is choc' full o' pansies). I really need to decide if it's going to happen before Europe.
8. Cooking for myself has always been a chore that I've avoided. I'm the queen of eating at restaurants, boxes of mac and cheese, and take-out sandwiches for lunch. The half of it is always working in restaurants, but now that i'm (gasp) getting older, I've considered buckling down and cooking. I hate the idea of it. I hate food shopping. As Leah tells me, I snack shop, not food shop.
9. My lack of a home office or personal computer. It's really getting old.
Despite all the guilt, things that I can be happy for...
1) I'm painting like a mad woman
2) My traveling dream is happening in less than 28 days
3) The boys and I finally have some more quality time
4) I started rowing again
5) I'm going to more shows than I have in years
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
updates from the desk of...
It's pretty ridiculous when you only have time to update your blog monthly. I'm surprised it hasn't been cycled out of the internet, taken to cyber pastures to make room for someone else to babble. But again, some noteworthy events have gone down that are fun to share....
The Week: Mom kept asking me leading up to my annual event, "honey, is it your week yet?", which taken out of context, announced in a supermarket may mislead anyone else in the isle. "WHY NO MOM, IT'S NOT ENTREPRENEURSHIP WEEK YET" hoping desperately that the cute guy shopping for taco shells heard me rather than my mother. None the less, the event went off very well thanks to the help of some very talented individuals. Yay!
My Mom is a Rock Star: But seriously, she is. Mama graduated from Temple this month with a B.A. in Community and Regional Planning and a minor in architecture. God she's a slacker. Someone should really talk to her.....She was absolutely radiant the entire day, and really rocked a gown like it was her job. I'm so damn proud of her for sticking with it, and for being such a smart cookie. Go mom!
Richard is One with the Lord: After lots of school, work, and praying Richard is officially a priest. He was ordained in the Cathedral Basilica of Peter and Paul during a beautiful ceremony. The whole process was very touching, with good friends and family there to support him and his big step. The rest of the weekend consisted of luncheons and enough gin to help me deal with my grandmother. Sometimes there just aren't enough distilleries...
Holy Smokes Jakey is 23: Yea that's right, you heard me. Twentyfuckingthree. My little brother. He's such a grownup it's scary. I feel bad because his birthday has fallen on a "richard holiday" for the past 8 years, so his time to shine is always shared. However, this was the last of it. We celebrated my dear brother with yummy cake and wine. Jakey, as always, I love you. Thanks for being here :)
Hot Damn the Roots are Sexy: Still. It's hard not to love them, they have such a great stage presence and rep Philly like non other. I shot up to NYC to meet up with some friends and, while grabbing myself a drink, turned to check out the opening band. Turns out a friend of mine was opening for the Roots. How. Cool. Is. THAT?!?!?! Very cool...we all managed to climb back into the car by 3, get home by 5 and get to work by 8. I think I'm getting too old for that schedule!
Don't Stop Believin': Hold on to that feeeeeeeeeEEElllLLiiiNNNN! My first wedding coordinating gig went off without a hitch...well kinda. After I removed dead birds from the aisle, moved 150 chairs to the opposite side of a field in less than 15 minutes, was asked by the maitre d' if this was "what I was wearing", and sewn three bustles into Kendra's dress we were all set to go. Everyone had a wonderful time and the night ended exactly as it should have, with Journey. Congrats to Kendra & Dave!
All of this time with family and friends always gets me thinking about how fluid families have become. Good friends are sisters, nieces feel like your own children, pups are extensions of your arms. Each year we gather together for holidays, birthdays, graduations, housewarmings...and each year we have some new faces, some faces have also gone missing, some that weren't expected, some we saw from a mile away. So yes, different, but better? or worse?
The new faces can be so exciting; new babies, new puppies, new love...but the missing faces are always so stark and hurt when you least expect it. Eating a slice of pie, ordering veal piccata, standing with a friend before she walks down the aisle, opening a bottle of wine, holding a dozen roses, holding a single rose. In these moments our minds flash forward and backwards like a pendulum, with hope, with sadness, with butterflies, with heartache.
And we cling to memories as if they are fleeting, and warmth as it fades, with a desperation that if we don't hold tight enough, if the memories get foggy, that the moment, the love, the people will be lost. Is there a balance? How do we hold on? Do we whisper "I love you" whenever we think of them, and hope they're somewhere out there to hear us? Sit down with memories until they feel so real we can touch them?
To all the newcomers, welcome, we love you so much. To those lost, we love you still, and miss you endlessly. To those who will always be there, come rain or shine, thank you. And as always, limitless love for you too.
pictures to come....
The Week: Mom kept asking me leading up to my annual event, "honey, is it your week yet?", which taken out of context, announced in a supermarket may mislead anyone else in the isle. "WHY NO MOM, IT'S NOT ENTREPRENEURSHIP WEEK YET" hoping desperately that the cute guy shopping for taco shells heard me rather than my mother. None the less, the event went off very well thanks to the help of some very talented individuals. Yay!
My Mom is a Rock Star: But seriously, she is. Mama graduated from Temple this month with a B.A. in Community and Regional Planning and a minor in architecture. God she's a slacker. Someone should really talk to her.....She was absolutely radiant the entire day, and really rocked a gown like it was her job. I'm so damn proud of her for sticking with it, and for being such a smart cookie. Go mom!
Richard is One with the Lord: After lots of school, work, and praying Richard is officially a priest. He was ordained in the Cathedral Basilica of Peter and Paul during a beautiful ceremony. The whole process was very touching, with good friends and family there to support him and his big step. The rest of the weekend consisted of luncheons and enough gin to help me deal with my grandmother. Sometimes there just aren't enough distilleries...
Holy Smokes Jakey is 23: Yea that's right, you heard me. Twentyfuckingthree. My little brother. He's such a grownup it's scary. I feel bad because his birthday has fallen on a "richard holiday" for the past 8 years, so his time to shine is always shared. However, this was the last of it. We celebrated my dear brother with yummy cake and wine. Jakey, as always, I love you. Thanks for being here :)
Hot Damn the Roots are Sexy: Still. It's hard not to love them, they have such a great stage presence and rep Philly like non other. I shot up to NYC to meet up with some friends and, while grabbing myself a drink, turned to check out the opening band. Turns out a friend of mine was opening for the Roots. How. Cool. Is. THAT?!?!?! Very cool...we all managed to climb back into the car by 3, get home by 5 and get to work by 8. I think I'm getting too old for that schedule!
Don't Stop Believin': Hold on to that feeeeeeeeeEEElllLLiiiNNNN! My first wedding coordinating gig went off without a hitch...well kinda. After I removed dead birds from the aisle, moved 150 chairs to the opposite side of a field in less than 15 minutes, was asked by the maitre d' if this was "what I was wearing", and sewn three bustles into Kendra's dress we were all set to go. Everyone had a wonderful time and the night ended exactly as it should have, with Journey. Congrats to Kendra & Dave!
All of this time with family and friends always gets me thinking about how fluid families have become. Good friends are sisters, nieces feel like your own children, pups are extensions of your arms. Each year we gather together for holidays, birthdays, graduations, housewarmings...and each year we have some new faces, some faces have also gone missing, some that weren't expected, some we saw from a mile away. So yes, different, but better? or worse?
The new faces can be so exciting; new babies, new puppies, new love...but the missing faces are always so stark and hurt when you least expect it. Eating a slice of pie, ordering veal piccata, standing with a friend before she walks down the aisle, opening a bottle of wine, holding a dozen roses, holding a single rose. In these moments our minds flash forward and backwards like a pendulum, with hope, with sadness, with butterflies, with heartache.
And we cling to memories as if they are fleeting, and warmth as it fades, with a desperation that if we don't hold tight enough, if the memories get foggy, that the moment, the love, the people will be lost. Is there a balance? How do we hold on? Do we whisper "I love you" whenever we think of them, and hope they're somewhere out there to hear us? Sit down with memories until they feel so real we can touch them?
To all the newcomers, welcome, we love you so much. To those lost, we love you still, and miss you endlessly. To those who will always be there, come rain or shine, thank you. And as always, limitless love for you too.
pictures to come....
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