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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tune in Tuesdays

Given the excitement of this weekend (the news I shared yesterday), this song couldn't seem more fitting.


Still on cloud nine! Hope everyone has a wonderful Tuesday!


Want to know what Tune in Tuesdays is all about? Read more here.

Monday, May 30, 2011

A long weekend and some news

On any other Monday, right about now I’d be shuffling my tired feet toward our daily morning meeting at work. But instead of stifling yawns and making note of what’s in store for a long week ahead, I’m wearing my PJs and watching TV without a single thing on my to-do list for the day. You gotta love long weekends!

On a holiday weekend like this one, our usually bustling city quiets. People make their way out of town and those of us left behind see a weekend of calm and relaxation.

This was certainly true of our weekend, in most respects. Only, this particular holiday weekend brought with it a little more excitement.

Why you may ask?

Because I got engaged this weekend!

On Saturday, Sean and I decided to go look at rings. After picking one out, we went to visit with our friends who live nearby. We spent the afternoon with them, waiting patiently to go back to the jewelry store and pick up the finished ring.

I thought we would pick up the ring and bring it home to stash away somewhere, nestled safely in its white box. Instead, before we could even leave the parking lot, Sean asked to look at it. He took the box in his hands, examining the ring from all sides. Then he turned to me, with tears threatening to form in his eyes, and asked me (with my full name) if I would marry him.


The question sounded as magical as I always dreamt it would. Of course my answer was yes. We hugged and kissed and made our way to start spreading the news.

We went and showed his mom, brother, and uncle. My mom was at mass and I wanted to tell her in person. So while we waited for her to get home, Sean called his best friend who was at his parents’ house a few blocks away. We went there and surprised his friend's mom with the news, who cried and hugged us over and over again. Then we got to tell my mom, who was overjoyed and took us to dinner to celebrate.

Meanwhile, someone had started spreading the news via Facebook, as we started getting text messages from people asking if the congratulations they were seeing had something to do with a proposal. So we quickly started calling and texting the rest of our friends because we wanted them to hear it from us directly, not from a website. Everyone was overjoyed and we were blown away by their kind words and sweet wishes.

It was the best day of my life. Sean said, “I thought the day we get married is supposed to be the best day of your life.” He’s right, but that hasn’t happened yet. So for now, the day he asked me to be his wife takes the cake.


I was shocked when I woke up yesterday and it was still true. I’m so excited to be getting married to my best friend. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me! And I couldn’t be more honored to wear on my hand a diamond with such history. It’s the diamond his dad presented to his mom, and one that has been in their family for probably over 100 years. It’s everything I could ever want all wrapped up into one.

What a weekend!  

Thursday, May 26, 2011

An award & about me

In the words of Charlie Sheen, my allergies are “WINNING” this week.

Yesterday I reached a breaking point and finally called the doctor. On top of my regular allergy symptoms (sinus headaches, itchy eyes) I’d been feeling like an elephant was sitting on my chest. So I worked from home for the day, which allowed me to get in to the doctor last minute and also gave me some much needed rest, too.

The doctor reaffirmed what I pretty much already knew; my allergies were out in full force and had also caused some asthma symptoms. So she gave me a whole slew of medicine and I’m officially determined to be on the road to recovery.

I’m feeling a little better today, but not sure whether it’s the medicine already working or whether I’m just glad it’s almost Friday (and a long weekend)!

But on a much happier note, yesterday Alisha at Married in Chicago gave me this:


Thanks so much, Alisha! It definitely made me smile.

So in keeping with tradition, here are 10 (mostly) fun facts about me!

  • I’ve moved 5 times in the last 5 years. They’ve all been crazy and incredibly memorable experiences, but I’m definitely glad to be done with moving and finally settled in a more permanent place now.
  • I’m part of a huge (and a bit crazy at times) extended family. My mom is one of 12 kids (11 of which are girls, and the boy is the oldest). I know our family can be a bit much at times, but I sure do love being part of it.
  • I absolutely despise public restrooms. I am not a fan of taking care of business next to strangers (or worse, coworkers who are not strangers but not close friends). No thank you. (Of course I still use them. When you gotta go, you gotta go. But if I can avoid it, I will).
  • My favorite flowers are orchids.
{via Pinterest}
  • I used to have my tongue pierced. It’s so unlike me, but apparently I did stupid and random things when I was in college. In addition to getting my tongue pierced on a whim with my roommates, I also got a tattoo on the way home from a trip to Target just because I felt like it (also with my college roommates). Yes, a permanent colorful scar on my body on the way home from buying toothpaste and ramen noodles. Seemed like a great idea! File both of these in the “regret” category please.
  • I was an only child for 10 years. It had its perks but I was over-the-moon-excited when my brother and sister were born (when I was 10 and 13, respectively). I used to bring them in to school to show them off. Nerd!
                             
  • I dream about being a published author. If I could make a living off of it, too, even better.
  • I am obsessed with photography (my own and others’). I have a camera with me almost everywhere I go. Sometimes my friends tease me for it, or for constantly saying “let me get a picture of this,” but capturing memories in those ways is so worth it. Photos are priceless, if you ask me. 
  • I love to travel (but still have only been to 2 countries outside of the U.S.). Sub-fun fact: In the 6+ years Sean and I have been together, we’ve been on at least 8 trips by airplane.
  • I don’t drink coffee. I think it’s disgusting. Some days I think I should just learn to like it, because I have a feeling I’ll need it as I get older. I have up soda over 2 years ago, too, so I have very little (if any) caffeine intake on a regular basis.

And of course, the bloggers I want to pass this award onto—10 lovely ladies whose blogs I just adore!

Happy Friday-eve, friends!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tune in Tuesdays

I've always been a big fan of Ray LaMontagne's music. Recently, I discovered this song. It's a couple years old, but it's one of my new favorites. It's funny how that happens with music, isn't it? You go through phases of favorite music - some old, some new.

Speaking of (and completely off topic of this week's song), can I tell you something that's been driving me crazy lately? I tend to download music from iTunes in groups. Naturally, I listen to them on repeat until my next batch of downloads (or until I inevitably get tired of them). On my iPod, it's convenient because I can go to the "Recently added" playlist and easily recall my latest faves. But then, those are lost when I download new music. So I quickly forget about other recent songs I've been enjoying. I need to create a system (a new playlist maybe?) to keep better track. I think maybe my entire library is due for some reorganization. I'm a little overwhelmed by how many songs are in there, so some spring cleaning in the music department might be in order. Sounds like more fun than cleaning the bathroom anyway! Do you have suggestions? How do you organize your music?

Ok, now that I've digressed, back to this week's lyrics. I'm telling you, I mean every word:


Want to know what Tune in Tuesdays is all about? Read more here.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Waiting for the rainbows

When I was little I was terrified of storms. If I wasn’t already sleeping in my mom’s bed (I was a mama’s girl through and through), you could bet your bottom dollar I’d be there before the first clap of thunder finished shaking the earth around us. More than the thunder and lightning, though, I was afraid of the storms producing tornadoes.

{Via Sun Sentinel}
As I got older, I tried to be a little less fearful and a tiny bit stronger (hah, like that actually worked). When I was about 9, we were living in an apartment building in a suburb just south of St. Paul. Every time the news predicted stormy weather, I’d stare out the window next to my bed and convince myself that the cloud pattern in the distance—despite being flush with a bright blue sky—showed the early stages of rotation.

Growing up in the “city,” we always felt a bit invincible, as though tornadoes only hit the suburbs (which is probably why living in that suburb when I was 9 made me even more scared). It certainly feels that way sometimes, but the truth is, tornadoes can form anywhere they please.

The night before my 8th grade graduation (I won’t even tell you how many years ago that was), our feelings of invincibility were shattered.

A close friend of mine was having a graduation party for our entire grade—some 80 kids. As we danced the night away and reveled in how old we were becoming (remind me to tell my kids that 14 is not what you think it is), the storm clouds began to roll in. By the time parents arrived to take us all home, it was downpouring.

My best friend and his parents drove me home. The normally 10-minute ride was lengthened by blinding rain and eventually, the sound of the emergency sirens. When we got to my house, I invited them in to wait out the storm, but they insisted they’d be fine. Most of us were used to the sirens sounding in the wake of severe thunderstorms, and we thought nothing more of it.

Not even 5 minutes later I was talking to my mom in our living room, debating whether we should wake my young brother and sister and take them to the basement. Suddenly, we could feel the pressure build up in the atmosphere. Outside, a sound not unlike the freight train sounds they often associate with tornadoes began to ring out.

We rushed to the bedrooms, plucked my siblings from their beds, and made it to the basement just in time for the power to go out and the storm to intensify. When it had finally passed, I reached for the one phone that still worked with the power out and began dialing Chad’s house. It took me nearly a half hour, but they finally answered. The storm had gotten so bad, they couldn’t see in front of them and needed to pull over. Luckily, they were safe and no one was hurt.

While our house was untouched, we heard dozens of emergency vehicles outside that were clear indications of some form of destruction not far from our house. Sure enough, by the time we were able to venture out into the daylight the next morning, it hit home. It had literally hit home.

Two blocks south of us, houses were ripped apart. One house was missing its entire roof. Trees were down everywhere. All of us remained without power. There was much debate about whether what hit our neighborhood that night was a tornado or straight line winds, but no matter what label you put on it, it showed us that storms know no boundaries, no city limits.

It took some time but the houses around us were rebuilt. New trees were planted. The local golf course underwent a complete makeover. We were lucky. This storm came nowhere close to the level of force that so many storms you hear about carry.

So while I’m quite a bit older these days, I still get a little tense when the sirens sound. Last night was no different. Sean and I sat at home and watched the gray, but dry sky outside as the sirens and the TV weatherman warned of impending doom. This time, it didn’t come anywhere near us, but it did hit the northern part of Minneapolis (the largest city in Minnesota, not 10 miles from us). Once again, Mother Nature proved that there are no limits, and no rhyme or reason, to these horrible storms. I guess I don't feel so bad for being scared after all.


(Via Minnesota Public Radio}
Minnesota was only 1 of many areas affected by storms this weekend (and in recent weeks). I'm blown away by the tragedy of it. The photos of the destruction in Joplin, MO take my breath away. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone across the country who is dealing with the aftermath of devastating storms this spring. 

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Things that make me smile

Today is going to be a good day. I’m determined to make it so.

Here are a few things that will help:
  1. I shaved my legs this morning. (I know, a pretty big deal right?) In case you’re thinking “what the hell?” right about now, trust me when I say that this is a major accomplishment for the girl who showers in a 2 x 2 shower at the gym in the morning.
  2. The sun is shining, for at least the 5th day in a row. The high temperature today? Above 70! And I didn’t have to wear a coat to work this morning. It just keeps getting better!
  3. My other half is working late tonight. Usually, I’d be a little disappointed but today, I’m using the down time to treat myself to a much-needed pedicure after work. Is it 5:00 yet?
  4. The neighbors—the ones that make living in this neighborhood so wonderful—are having a BBQ tonight. I won’t be home in time to dine with them, but hope to be home in time to share some conversation and play with their adorable children (and maybe secretly wish—only for a second— that I had some kids to play along with them). 
  5. Speaking of children, two of our closest friends are expecting their first baby this fall. This week they found out they're having a baby girl. I'm so excited for them and can't wait to spoil her rotten!
  6. I will go to sleep tonight, and when I wake up it will be Friday. ‘Nuff said.

What’s making you smile today? Happy Friday-eve!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Loving and hating the gym

The gym and I have a love-hate relationship. We flirted off and on for quite a few years before, just over 2 years ago, we finally started going steady. Now it’s a regular part of my routine.  

At least 4 mornings a week (and 1 day a weekend) I drag my sorry ass out of bed so that I can put in my hour of exercise before I lose all motivation later in the day.

{Picture by Richard Sennott @ Mpls Star Tribune}
Getting this done first thing in the morning is the perfect plan for me. I can’t tell you how many articles I’ve read that contradict each other in the morning exercise category. One tells you “it’s a great time to exercise” while another proclaims working out in the afternoon or evening hours is more “effective.”

But whatever the case may be, it’s the most energizing way to start my day (especially since I don’t drink coffee, yikes). It prevents me from spending an entire work day brainstorming excuses and talking myself into an alternative, and usually less productive, workout. Most importantly, I start almost every day feeling good.

But here’s where the “hate” part of our relationship comes in. My workouts are getting b-o-r-i-n-g (not to be confused with easy, because I’m still huffing and puffing and sweating the house down). I just feel like my body gets so used to the same 3-5 machines that I do each week that it isn’t the type of challenge or exercise that I should be getting. For some reason, it doesn’t feel as rewarding as it used to.

So I need to start thinking of new ways to spice up our relationship. My gym offers a lot of free group fitness classes, and I’ve been toying with the idea of trying one out. To be honest though, I’m scared. I don’t like being the “new girl.” And I’m worried I’ll knock people over with my lack of coordination or draw stares when I collapse on the floor from exhaustion. I just don’t know what to expect. Will I be able to follow along? Will I be able to keep up? Will I even like it?

Do you have any advice? Do you do group classes and have words of wisdom for newcomers? Or maybe you want to share your favorite ways to get your workout in? Do share!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Tune in Tuesdays

I stumbled across this song, mostly by accident, a few years ago. I hadn't yet discovered a love for country music (it's not for everyone, and at the time, it wasn't for me), but this song just felt right.

And now, when I listen to it, I can't help but love the message.



Want to know what Tune in Tuesdays is all about? Read more here.

Monday, May 16, 2011

I heart weekends

Say it ain't so...Monday already?

*Groan*

I had a lovely weekend. And if we're being honest, I'd really rather be anywhere but back at work today. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job and work with great people, but this girl is feeling a little burnt out and it seems like I could use a couple more days in my weekend.

Nevertheless, this weekend (though fast) was very nice. Some highlights:

~Friday~
  • Our 4th week of softball, and yet another rainy/cold evening. But, we won both games!
  • Went out for dinner with the team. Great food, great conversation, great company!
~Saturday~
  • Sean is back to working M-F, which means we finally have Saturdays together again!
  • Caught up on a couple DVR'd tv shows while Sean slept in on Saturday morning. 
  • Watched 50 First Dates while working out at the gym.
  • Ran a bunch of errands - got Sean's gear for his upcoming training class, got new running shorts for me, grocery shopped.
  • Prom grand march - Sean's younger brother went to his senior prom, so his mom and I went and watched the grand march. I love seeing the kids all dressed up - what incredible dresses there were this year!
  • Date night! Dinner and a movie. We saw Bridesmaids and I have to say, we loved it. Lots of laughter, that's for sure.
~Sunday~
  • Woke up to see sunshine, finally!
  • Made a trip to Menard's for much needed lawn and garden supplies.
  • Yardwork - don't you love the smell of freshly cut grass?
  • Mall of America. Since the sun was out the mall wasn't too crowded, so it was a great chance for me to get some quick shopping done. Found a couple cute clearance deals at Gap, some pots for the front of our house, and a raincoat (it seems like this will be much needed this year, but now that I finally bought one, you know the rain will be few and far between. You're welcome, Minnesota.)
  • Dinner with Sean's family.

And there you have it. Nothing special, but it still makes me smile. I love weekends.

What did you do this weekend? How about next weekend - any big plans? Let's start talking about that already, then maybe it will come even sooner!

Happy Monday friends!

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Giving thanks

Yesterday one of my Facebook friends (and former co-worker) posted this photo:


I was instantly intrigued. Whether you believe in God, any higher power, or nothing at all, I think it’s a great question to ask yourself.

If I woke up tomorrow, and only had the things that I was thankful for, what would I be left with?

Just the other day, one of my best friends and I were sweating away at the gym and talking about how easy it is sometimes to get swept up in the chaos of life, or to focus on the  things that make us stressed, angry, frustrated, or sad. And so many times, those are the small things.

But when we make a conscious effort to stop for a moment and make mental note of the blessings in our life, it changes things.

I’ve been so busy at work lately that by the end of each day, I’ve felt defeated and a bit cynical. And then last night I thought about this picture, the one that randomly appeared in my news feed and sparked something inside of me. The heavy weight I’d been carrying on my shoulders felt even just a little lighter having remembered that it’s not so bad after all.

I could make a laundry list of things that drive me crazy today. But I could make an even longer list of things that I feel so lucky to have in my life—the things that I’d be lost without if I woke up tomorrow and only had left what I thanked God for yesterday.

So at the end of the day, when my eyelids threaten to outweigh the strength I have to spend 2 minutes saying my prayers, I think I’ll try a little harder. If not just to give thanks, but to remind myself of what’s good in life. Just like negativity, positivity can be contagious. And I’m all for having more of it in my life.

So what about you? Do you ever get swept up in the chaos and forget to stop and reflect? What are you thankful for? 

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Taking the bus

As written from my mobile phone on the way home from work today:

I'm blogging from the comforts of a crowded bus in rush hour traffic because it seems as though its the only free time I have these days.

Today, thanks mostly to a midday Twins baseball game, traffic is extra slow and the bus is extra crowded. So I, and 20-some other people get the lucky pleasure of standing shoulder to shoulder packed in like sardines.

I've realized that this less than ideal situation is actually a great opportunity to share some of my favorite bus pleasures and peeves. Some of these may be a friendly reminder of bus etiquette, even though no one who actually needs the reminder is reading.

{Via MPR}
First, let me say that if you happen to be driving a bus filled past it capacity, with at least 25 people standing who are weary from a long day's work, perhaps you should refrain from slamming on the brakes and narrowly missing the rear end of the car in front of you. I know mistakes happen and sometimes its unavoidable, but 5 times? Really? The blisters on my hand and the uncomfortable familiarity my face now has with the greasy ponytail of the girl in front of me leads me to believe you may need to go back to bus driver school.

And let me tell you, fellow bus passengers, when the bus that is already 10 minutes late approaches the stop and a line begins to form, that does not mean you get to charge the doors and push like school children to get on before those of us who waited patiently. Let's go back to kindergarten and learn the rules of single-file lines, people.

And chivalry? I'm sorry I missed your funeral as I was unaware you were dead! Not a single man offered his seat to anyone on the overflowing bus. There were older women, ladies with their arms full of bags and files, you name it. But no one even made the gesture. Then there were the two young men who made the girl in front of me lean back even more awkwardly close to me so that they could have a conversation across the aisle. I'm sorry if our standing interfered with your social hour.

Ok, this is weighing heavily on the side of peeves. Now for some pleasures of riding the bus to work:
    {Via Pinterest}
  • The carpool lane and the shoulder - we get to our destination much quicker than if I was in my car alone.
  • Reading. Every day, I get lost in a good book for at least 20 minutes (each way).
  • Familiar faces. When I'm rushing to the bus stop at the end of the day, worried that I may have missed the latest one, I can always scan the crowd for familiar faces and instantly know whether the bus has been by or not. I may never speak to these people, but I feel like family with people I've ridden the bus with for years.
  • Cheap. My work pays for half of my bus pass, so my out-of-pocket costs are a fraction of what I'd be paying for parking in downtown Minneapolis (not to mention gas, too!).
Everyone's commute probably has ups and downs. How about yours? How do you get to work, or just get around town? What do you love and hate about it?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Tune in Tuesdays

For many years, I lived in the very same house where my mom spent most of her childhood, too. A 3-story monster, the house had seen the comings and goings of my grandma, grandpa, and nearly all of their 12 children at some time or another. It was full of charm and history. Having lived there for so many of my most formative years, it has always held a special place in my heart.

Inevitably, the house grew to be too much for my grandma. With her kids all grown up, it was more square feet and responsibility than any single, aging woman can or should have to deal with. So she sold it. No one in our family was in any position to buy it (and honestly, it probably would've only caused drama), so it went to a nice young family who was sure to get many great years out of it.

I think about the house often. It's still in the neighborhood, so I even drive by from time to time. My mom actually knows the new owners from my brother and sister's school, so last year she had a chance to go in and look around. They've made plenty of updates, both big and small, and it's beautiful, she says. I still picture it as I lived it—dark woodwork lining the walls, a single chipped brick along the kitchen wall, the secret staircase hidden behind the stove. Nearly 8 years later, I can still close my eyes and move quietly from room to room, knowing exactly which squeaky stairs to skip and which side of the wall to reach for to turn the light on.

So when I first heard Miranda Lambert's "The house that built me," it was like it was meant for me. Sure it's a story that's a little bit different that mine, but the message—the idea of going back to the house that made you who you are—tugged on my heart strings.

So that brings me to this week's edition of Tune in Tuesdays. Enjoy!

{I couldn't find one of my pictures of the house, so I turned to trusty Google Maps, thus the reason for the slightly lower quality of the photo} 
And if by chance you have never heard "The house that built me," I highly suggest you check it out.


Want to know what Tune in Tuesdays is all about? Read more here.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Monday morning blues

I think I woke up on the proverbial wrong side of the bed today. Or perhaps the problem is that I had to wake up at all. Either way, I was not very fun to be around.

After stumbling out of bed 4 snooze hits and 20 minutes later than my scheduled rising time, I made my way to the gym. As I was driving west, the sky looked incredible. A sliver of early morning daylight glowed between two walls of ominous storm clouds. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time.

{Full disclosure: This picture is not mine. I did not take it. I "borrowed" it from someone who shared it on our local news station's FB page. So all credit goes to her (and her husband, who according to the caption, took the picture).}

Though it wasn’t raining yet, I knew a storm was inching closer, which meant one thing. The dog—who hates storms and feels the need to shake and pant uncontrollably while simultaneously nestling as close as possible to any form of human protection—was going to flip out. And that in turn meant another thing: Sean was not going to be happy. Mondays are his day off and waking up to a terrified dog before 6 a.m. isn’t his idea of a good time.

Sure enough by the time I left the gym, I had a text from Sean kindly informing me that, “just in case I was wondering” (his words not mine), he may or may not have decided to kill the dog.

I felt bad. For them both. I know how frustrating it is when the dog keeps you awake. It’s usually me dealing with the poor pup in the middle of the night. And I know how much Sean would like to use his day off to get some extra zzz’s. But I also know that Oliver can’t help it. My baby is just scared. I think it may be time to call the vet and learn more about the doggy Valium after all!  

So starting my day off like that led me to find annoyance or frustration in the smallest of things. The woman whose wet umbrella rested against my pant leg the entire bus ride into work. The 30 minutes it took for my computer to start up and reach a functional speed. The growing (and seemingly never-ending) list of items on my to-do list.

All in a day’s work for a dreary Monday I guess. I had a lovely weekend though, so maybe I was due for a downgrade. The good news is, even though there’s some rain in the forecast for the rest of the week, it’s supposed to warm up. Above 80 tomorrow! So I’m winding down my not-so-great day with high hopes of a better one tomorrow!

Happy Monday friends!

Friday, May 6, 2011

Turning the tables

A couple of years ago, we went to Sean's aunt and uncle's house for lunch. They live a little less than an hour from us, which isn't too far, but for us "city kids" it's a bit like going to the country.

So what do city kids do when left alone with a large field and a riding lawn mower? Why, pull grandpa in it of course!


If you think about what this scene would have looked like when the boys were little, it probably would have been quite the opposite. You typically don't find the adult (or the elder in this case, since they're all adults) in the trailer of a riding lawn mower. The women were less than keen on the idea but those boys sure were having fun. And thankfully it was all in good fun.

No grandpas were harmed in the making of these photos.




So while it was a risky decision, it still brings a smile to my face when I watch Sean's brother and grandpa frolicking through the field on a warm may afternoon, acting like kids all over again. We should probably all do this once in a while!

Happy Friday friends!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Shoe obsession

Yesterday I was sitting in a meeting, obviously paying very close attention, when I looked down at my shoes and noticed something: buckles.

Of course I knew they were there, but something about it struck me.

See this was the first time I had worn these shoes in quite a few months, so I was rediscovering what I loved about them. And when I realized that the buckles had something to do with that, I had a bit of an epiphany. I am obsessed with shoes with buckles.

A few weeks ago I bought these babies. The colorful paisley design makes for a great spring/summer shoe (and also helps to spice up my wardrobe that is usually full of boring, solid colors). Plus, I loved the buckle.


It hadn’t occurred to me, until yesterday in fact, that I also have a few other pairs of buckle-topped shoes.

Please excuse the poor photo quality - taken with my cell phone camera!
And I'm pretty sure this only scratches the surface. So apparently this is a “thing’ for me? How could I have not realized sooner my tendency to be drawn to such shoes?

I guess it’s not terribly surprising since I am definitely the girl who finds a shirt she loves and buys it in 3 colors. I shop at the same few stores because I know I like their style and fit of clothes (though I’m getting better about branching out a little bit). I can be a brand loyal snob sometimes (when the dentist suggested I switch to a different toothpaste to better protect against cavities, I almost cried a little because I loved my Aquafresh). So it should be old news to me that I stick to familiar things—like buckles on shoes!

What about you? Are you adventurous and flexible in your purchases, or do you (like me) stick close to familiar styles most of the time?

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Tune in Tuesdays

I've been a little bitter lately about the consistently cloudy and cold days we've been having. Spring has been playing hide and seek. But it seems like we may finally have found it.

For the first time in I don't know how long, there is sun in the forecast. And high temperatures at 60 degrees or higher! Just in time; I was starting to get a bit stir crazy.

So I'm crossing my fingers that this, yes here on May 3rd already, is finally the start to the spring we've all been waiting for!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Where did the day go?

Today flew by. That’s usually a good thing (especially on a Monday) but instead it just felt crazy. I found myself repeatedly doing a double take at the clock. Every time I sat down at my desk my blood pressure shot through the roof as I pounded away on my keyboard trying to make it through the dozens of emails piling up in my inbox before having to retreat to yet another meeting.

I’m considered a member of the “creative team” in our department. But back-to-back meetings and short, intermittent bouts of desk time tend to stifle creativity if you ask me. So while days like this might fly by as I run from meeting to meeting, I still feel significantly less productive and increasingly stressed out.

I guess busy is a good thing. It tends to mean a bit of job security and certainly keeps me from boredom (read: doing things at work that shouldn’t be done at work). But busy got the best of me today.

So while I had great intentions of jumping into a new week with blogging bliss, it fell by the wayside today. Tonight, we’re attending a dinner and reception where Sean’s uncle is receiving an award for his great achievements in communications and journalism. Since that was my major in undergrad, and I kinda sorta still do that stuff for a living, I think it will be very interesting and am definitely looking forward to it.

So needless to say, the time I have for writing something actually worth reading amounts to a big fat ZERO today.

So I’ll leave you with 1 quick highlight from each day of my weekend.

Friday: We had our second night of softball and played very well. Won both games, had lots of fun, and went out for dinner and drinks afterward.

Saturday: Watched the sun come out just in time to see two of our friends get married. Laughed all night long with great friends, dinner, dancing, and celebration (a few photos below).

Just noticed that I'm pretty sure we both wore these exact same outfits to a different wedding last fall. Oops! This was a different audience though (only 1 person was at the same wedding this time), so we'll pretend it's not a fashion faux pas.


Love these ladies!
The cool kids' table. Actually, I just thought this was a pretty picture, but we did have a fun table, too!
Sunday: Cleaned the whole house (well, half of it, since Sean and I did it together) and stayed up way past my bed time watching news coverage about Bin Laden.

Hope you all had great weekends and an even better Monday. Here's to being 1 day closer to the next weekend already!