"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to BLOOM…This is the Element of Freedom"

-Alicia Keys

07 December 2012

Rut Buster

I am in a rut.  Not a bad life rut, just a "I-need-physical-exercise-in-the-worst-possible-way-and-not-just-to-lose-the-last-of-this-baby-weight rut" (and I will be honest here, it is a little bit of baby weight, but mostly leftover weight from sitting on my ass in a cubicle at a job that I hated strongly disliked for 3 1/2 years of my life).  In other words, I need yoga.  Bad.  I love yoga because it seriously does things for your body and mind that no other exercise can even begin to do.  It is pricey though.  Not good when you are financially challenged at the moment.  Enter google.  I found a free class every Sunday morning that combines yoga, running, breathing and laughter.  Four things that I need and love!!

I think that I am in a rut because I need to make myself a priority more often. Maybe not myself, but my health and well-being a priority.  When I was younger, before I had my first child and before I was married, I would read about mothers in women's magazines.  You know the type.  They were the ones who never took time for themselves and one day found themselves out of shape, no longer stylish, hadn't worn make up since they had their first kid and their hair comes in one style: The Ponytail.

I am not that woman.  I wear make up every day and although I certainly don't go shopping for clothing very often (okay never), and I have no idea who the pop music artists are (a clear indicator that I am now a grown-up),  I have style and I want to take good care of myself.  And I never wear my long hair in a ponytail.

I think that it is hard to make your physical and mental well-being a priority sometimes and it is especially difficult when you have a family to take care of.  There is that whole not-being-able-to-just-walk-out-the-door-to-go-to-the-gym-when-you-feel-like-going thing that mothers have going on that can be a hindrance sometimes ;)  Even when Josh is here with the kids and I go out for a run (which admittedly hasn't happened in a long time and that makes me sad because I love running ), I usually stay close to our house and run around our neighborhood, which is not exactly peaceful.  I admit that I am nervous about running on the trails near the river by our house alone, so I don't.  We have a dog that is a total sweetheart but damn, he sucks to run with because when he sees another dog, he acts like a lunatic.  I remember a few months ago, I really, really needed to go running and when I mentioned going, all of a sudden the entire family was going with me to walk while I ran nearby.  I almost burst into tears because I really just needed time alone dammit!!  Then I felt bad for feeling that way.  What the hell?  Why do we feel bad needing time alone, when we spend so much time caring for others?  Even when you know you shouldn't feel guilty or bad, you do any way.  Pretty sure you know what I am talking about here.

So...I was playing pretend with Reese tonight.  She loves to set up shops or studios in our little mud room/laundry room and play pretend.  She has had a fix-it shop, a store, a vet clinic among many others, but my personal favorite was her "Kroty" studio last fall.  Her best friend is in Karate, so Reese wanted to pretend and Elliot's Kroty Studio was in our mud room for a few weeks.  We still laugh about that one....anyway, tonight it was Beth's Ballet School.  She thought this was funny because my name is Elizabeth, but I grew up as Beth for most of my life...I was in my early 20's when I decided to use my full name.  You wouldn't believe the people who gave me shit for it.  Um. Excuse me??  It is MY NAME, thankyouverymuch.  If I want to use my full name, which I love, instead of my nickname, which I never liked (sorry mom!), I am going to do it regardless of who doesn't like it.  (We had fun, even though pretend play has tested my patience level more than a few times over the last 8 years.  I now know that I am not the only mom who feels this way, thanks to my excellent neighbor who is a fantastic mother, who let me know that she strongly dislikes pretend play too sometimes).  I was the instructor, who was "instructed" to lead the stretching for the ballet students (Reese and our dog, Elliot).  I did a few downward dogs, cat/cows and warrior poses and that is when I realized that all I really need is some yoga in my life again.  I don't mean my prenatal yoga video or my postnatal boot camp video.  I need real, live yoga.  In a studio, with real people around me.

So, this Sunday morning, I am going to drag out my mat, shake the dust off it and get into my car with my best girl friend.  To celebrate 32 years of friendship, yoga, running, breathing and laughing.  Now I will have 5 things that I need and love in my life.  Five things that absolutely guarantee a way out of a rut!

{Jamie Elmer}

 This is what Jamie Elmer, an instructor at First Ray Yoga in Minturn, Colorado, says yoga does for her. "Yoga helps me connect to myself so that I can connect to those around me.”

Sounds about right :)

06 December 2012

I mustache you a question

I have a confession to make.  I have a thing for mustaches.  I don't know why or where it originated from, but I have always liked mustaches on men.

Let me state for the record that I do not like creepy, unkept, bushy, thin, gross, nasty mustaches.

I think that I really just like this one mustache.

{The Mustache of Tom Selleck}   
Maybe it is because I watched Magnum P.I. as a kid.

Thank you, Tom Selleck.  You have the best mustache ever.

30 November 2012

Thanksgiving 2012 & Kindness

This is the post I was having a hard time editing the other night & I still am having issues with it. I wanted to post this the night of Thanksgiving, but wasn't able to. So, here it is!

This was the first Thanksgiving that:
A). I have not spent with at least a few members of my extended family.
B).  I made everything from the turkey to the pie.

This year, my parents were out of town, visiting my 88 & 90 year old Nanny & Poppy at their warmer climate home, Josh's parents and now his sister and her family all live out of state.  My various cousins and aunts and uncles were also out of town.  That left the four of us to have Thanksgiving here, in our cozy little house.  I have made dishes to take to different places as a guest, but I have never made everything, including a turkey, but I am not one to turn down a culinary challenge, so I was excited.

I was a little nervous about how we were going to pay for everything, as we have been through a bit of a financial pickle (for lack of a better word!), especially since I have stayed home with Carter, leaving us with only 1 income.  We have become quite creative with ways to make our money stretch through the month, although some months I really don't know how we are going to make it, we always find a way.  Thank you Lord. Seriously.  I started to continue to write more, but really this is its own post.  I will have to continue on a different day.

So, the night before Thanksgiving, we went to Whole Foods to buy our vegetables, some baking supplies and to look at their turkeys.  I didn't want to make an entire turkey, it was just going to be the four of us & I didn't want to have to fuss over it.  I was just going to look at what they had & see what we could afford.  When we got there, Josh went to look at turkey, while I shopped for vegetables.  A few minutes later, Josh came over with a big bundle  wrapped in brown paper.  I looked at the price and admittedly, I suffered from shock for a second. It probably wasn't a lot for most people, but it was a lot for us right now. We were going to have to trim our list down so that we could pay for the rest of our stuff.  After a slightly uncomfortable discussion, we decided that we simply couldn't afford the turkey and that we would have to take it back to the meat department and then buy the rest of our stuff.  I was embarrassed as I walked back to the department to talk to the butcher, but I was sure that they would take it back.  I told the young guy what had happened, that we just couldn't afford the turkey, that I hoped it wasn't a problem and hoped that they could still sell it and thank you anyway.  The guy said, "no, it's not a problem at all..."

I turned and walked away.

A moment later, I heard him say, "Ma'am? Just a moment."

I turned around and saw him put a sticker on the brown paper bundle. He handed me the turkey back and told me that he had taken care of it and to have a nice Thanksgiving.

It was then that my eyes filled with tears and I said, "thank you. you have no idea how much this means to me and to my family..." It is impossible to describe how much it really meant to me at that moment.

I thought about that Whole Foods employee many times on Thanksgiving (and many times since) and we prayed for him when we said grace that night.

I think that it is so easy to think that the world is going to hell in a handbasket sometimes. I think that is because goodness and kindness and gentleness are quiet things, that don't beg to be noticed or reported. Violence and hatred and arrogance are loud, beastly things that demand attention and we live in a world that gives it to them. I feel very blessed and grateful for the act of kindness that was given to my family. I look forward to paying it forward. I will be able to help a family the way that mine was helped this Thanksgiving and I seriously can't wait!

29 November 2012

This is the best thing to wake up and see

The BubbyChubb. Still sleeping peacefully this morning. I felt bad that we had to wake him up to take Reese to school. He smiled before his eyes were even fully open. Such a happy boy!

26 November 2012

A Gentle Reminder....

I was struggling to come up with something to write about tonight, but then I came across this quote:

"Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused."

— Alan Cohen

I think the reason I love this quote so much is because this is what having my own family to raise and love and care for has taught me.  I have an amazing husband who has lifted me out of some dark places and reminded me of who I really am, even when I seem to have forgotten it myself.  I hope that this is something that I can teach my children, that this is what a family is, what a family does for the people who are in it.

{I found this quote on a blog called deep down.  She used to have another blog (that I followed when I used to blog a bit more frequently, before Carter was born), but she now has a new (Darling!!) baby girl and a new blog. So good!}

25 November 2012

I heart Colorado

This is a picture of the unbelievable sunset we had last night. Soooo incredible!!!!

23 November 2012

I just wrote an entire post and it went into some crazy mode that won't let me make any changes after I previewed it.  I have had this happen before, but this time, I am over it.  I will have to figure it out in the morning.........................................................................................................................................

20 November 2012


I just completed an order for a friend from college who saw some of the things that I have made on Facebook and put in an order with me.

2 Dresses for her 6 & 4 year old daughters, a bib set (1 small, 1 medium & 1 large bib), a burp cloth and a stuffed frog that I designed one night a couple of years ago and it has become one of things that people ask me to make the most.

A couple of late nights, but I am done!!

I really should post some pictures on here, but they are still on my camera and I think that I can seriously hear my bed calling my name.  I need to answer that call because tomorrow night, I will be cooking up a storm as I get ready to prepare my first ever Thanksgiving Dinner!  It will just be the 4 of us, my family is out of town this time around and Josh's family lives out of state.  Thank goodness for Skype!!

19 November 2012


I have been sewing like a mad woman the last few days....really, like a mad woman.  This has resulted in my 8 year old watching more tv today than I would like to admit...

it is okay though because I love it.  I think that is a good thing for your children to see- their momma, working hard at something that she loves to do.  I always tell my family that one day, we will look back at the days when our kitchen was overtaken by my etsy business, and remember those days fondly.  I know that I will.  Someday I will have a studio, filled with beautiful fabrics being made into wonderful things, but by then my kids will be bigger and I will be older (and wiser of course!!) So, right now, I am happy in my tiny kitchen/studio, sewing the night away, while my babies and husband (and dog and cat and fish) sleep peacefully.

Thank goodness for the cheap coffee we have in our cupboard.  And for the sexy husband who makes it for me in the morning :)

18 November 2012

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to three of my favorite people in the world....

My Grandfather, Poppy, turned 90 on the 17th of November.  His wife, Nanny, turned 88 on the 10th of November and their daughter, my Mom, is celebrating her birthday today.

I love you!!

17 November 2012

Damn it

I forgot to blog tonight, so I am attempting to blog in my bed, from my iPhone. I've been up late all week sewing some custom orders & tonight it all caught up with me. This will have to suffice for a shitty blog post!

16 November 2012

Words to Live By....

I really (really) LoVe this.............................

{via Lay Baby Lay}
Too good not to share.  Have a great night!

15 November 2012

A Little Love For Martha

I have a lot of respect for all of you Every Day Bloggers out there.  I don't usually have a problem finding something to blog about, it is making time for it every day.  This is why my posts usually sneak in just before midnight....This NaBloPoMo 2012 has been fun though!  I did look for my blog on their blog roll because I had signed up for this month's challenge, but I couldn't find it on there.  They weren't alphabetical and there were quite a few of them, so maybe I just missed it.  Who really cares, I am finishing up this month regardless & I plan on continuing to blog because I really enjoy it.

Anyway, someone posted this interview with Martha Stewart on NPR's "Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me!" on Facebook recently and it is hilarious.  I love Martha Stewart, even when she is going on about how eggs right out of the chicken's nests on her farm taste better than eggs you buy at the store (duh, of course they taste better, but I don't have a farm or chickens-yet!), but seriously, this lady is amazing and she has a great sense of humor.

This is my favorite Martha Stewart Moment.  Plus, you learn something here that really does make something nobody really knows how to do ridiculously easy.

{Martha Stewart: How To Fold a Fitted Sheet}

So there you have it.  Now you know how to really fold a fitted sheet. Thanks Martha!!

14 November 2012

To Thine Own Self Be True...

A couple of years ago, I signed up with a market research agency to attend focus groups a few times a year to discuss a variety of topics and products.  It is really interesting and fun and it pays well.  One time I was picked for a candy study and I tried a few new candy prototypes from a well-known candy (red licorice) maker...I am not a candy buyer (except for good chocolate of course!!), but it was interesting to see what new candy ideas this company had come up with.

Recently, I was picked to be a part of a focus group on reality-based TV shows, which turned out to be reality-based wedding shows, mostly featured on channels like TLC. The focus group was about 20 women, some with kids, some without, some married, some single.  We went into a room that had amazing views of downtown (we were on the 26th floor) and sat around a very large round table.  The man who was leading the group told us to tell everyone our name, what we do & what our favorite reality-based TV show is.  I immediately thought of my favorite show, "House Hunters International."  I like this show for a few reasons, but mostly because it is on a channel that I can actually watch with my 8 year old around and not have to worry about something inappropriate coming on.  I also really love this show because I like to see how other people live around the world, how they design their homes and what different cities look like, plus it makes me want to travel more!! 

So, back to the focus group....I tend to get a bit nervous when I am in a group of people that I don't know.  This is definitely a case of adult onset shyness, because I never considered myself to be at all shy, but I am now in situations like this.  When my turn came to introduce myself, I said my name, that I am currently a stay at home mom and I have an etsy business, and then I said this, "...and my favorite reality show is "Keeping Up with The Kardashians."  What??  Admittedly, I used to love Keeping Up with The Kardashians, but since we changed from satellite TV to the free bunny ear TV, we don't get Keeping Up with The Kardashians anymore (We do however get the best channels in the land, a couple of PBS channels that I adore).  Not to mention that after couple of seasons, I was over the Kardashian Shenanigans.  (And while we're at it, I have 2 kids at two completely different ages & stages in life, so I don't watch much tv....shhhhh, don't tell my focus group that!!!)

 Now,  I think my life was trying to tell me something here because I kid you not, the man leading the discussion mentioned that I liked Keeping Up with The Kardashians about  a dozen times after that.  I said something about not liking shows that have a lot of drama and he said, "Elizabeth, you said you like Keeping Up with The Kardashians and you don't like shows with a lot of drama?" or "But Elizabeth, you must like this show with the family fighting because your favorite show is Keeping Up with The Kardashians." Seriously!!!

I learned an important lesson that day.

{photo from here}

It was a simple life lesson.  To be true to who you are, in every situation, (no matter what other people may think of your favorite tv show). Life has a funny way of teaching you things, doesn't it??

13 November 2012

Tomorrow will care for itself....

I caught myself worrying tonight....

and I had to remind myself of this.............................

{via Pinterest}

True, isn't it???

Even when I know not to worry about something, I still do.  Maybe it is the mother in me.....

I am better this time around.  Seven and a half years between children will teach you that :)

12 November 2012

I need to remember that I am in the middle of this ride called life

{photo : from here, via pinterest}

This morning, I had to meet a client at a Starbucks not too far from our house, about a 15 minute drive.  If you know me, you know that being somewhere on time is not one of my strengths.  It is also an area of my life where I want to kick my own ass when I find myself running late. again. for the millionth time.  I have worked hard to get better at this and sometimes I have planned and scheduled my time in just the right manner and I (gasp) arrive at my destination with time to spare.  Today was a day when I wasn't late, but I didn't allow myself any extra time to be where I was supposed to be.  We had set a tentative time to meet, as she was meeting me after a doctor appointment and she wasn't exactly sure when that was going to be over.  So, I left the baby at home with Josh (love those banker's hours!!) and started to drive to my destination, eating my breakfast in the car.

As I turned onto the main road out of our neighborhood, I said a little prayer to my man, Jesus.  Something about needing to change and knowing that He is really the only way that I will be able to make such change.  Being late, rushing, all seems to be in my pool of DNA, passed down generation to generation.  My sister is the same way (and now she really gets it, now that she has a baby of her own!!)  So, change like this is something that needs a little divine intervention.

About 30 seconds later, this song came on the radio, on a station that I rarely listen to, unless my husband has driven my car.  I know that this was the Lord's way of telling me to chill out.  Not to worry so much.  That He has this. To relax and find joy in the every day.

The Middle- Jimmy Eat World

Hey, don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on
Just try your best, try everything you can
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away

It just takes some time
Little girl you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything will be just fine
Everything, everything will be alright, alright

Hey, you know they're all the same
You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in
Live right now, yeah, just be yourself
It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else

It just takes some time
Little girl you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything will be just fine
Everything, everything will be alright, alright

Hey, don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on
Just do your best, do everything you can
And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say

It just takes some time
Little girl you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything will be just fine
Everything, everything will be alright, alright

Now, you maybe thinking, "really Elizabeth?  You think that this song came on just for you?"  Yes, yes I do!!  No, it wasn't a spiritual song by any means, but I think that is how it works sometimes.  It was exactly what I needed to hear, when I needed to hear it and in the way I would actually hear it.  I will never hear this song again and not think of this one moment in time.

The best part?  I got to Starbucks about 10 minutes before she did.  Leaving me plenty of time to find a seat, get her purchase ready and to relax....

11 November 2012

The Veterans in my family

Today, I honor my beloved Grandpa, my Uncle Bill, my Great-Uncle Anthony Joseph (killed on D-Day), my Great-Uncle Sidney, all who served our country and are no longer with us.  I also honor my soon-to-be 90 year old Poppy (WWII) and his son, my Uncle Mike, who served in Vietnam and makes me laugh every time I talk to him.

{WWII B-17 : photo from here}
I also honor their wives and mothers, who sent the loves of their lives or their flesh and blood out into battle.  I think of both my Grandma & my Nanny, who watched their husbands fight in WWII and then their sons go to Vietnam.  I never thought about what that really meant until I had a son of my own.  I look all mothers of our soldiers differently now that I have sweet little Carter.

Thank you for your bravery, for your courage and for the sacrifices that you made for your country!

10 November 2012

Tonight, Josh went out for a co-worker/friend's birthday and Reese stayed the night with her beloved Nana (they like to get into mischief when they spend time together-but only the good kind of mischief...that's what they tell me any way!)  This left me and Carter home.  I fed him dinner and we played and then I put him in bed.

I was up late last night (shocking, I know) working on an order that I had to deliver this evening (2 bib sets and 2 lovey blankets for twin baby girls in Brazil!!)  I was pretty tired by the time Carter went to bed, but there is no way I am going to go to bed when my 1 year old goes to bed.  Besides, I was looking forward to a little time a-l-o-n-e, so I put in a movie (Julie & Julia) and started on a project that is for my 2 kids.  I make so many things that are given as gifts or purchased, that I don't always make stuff that stays here.

This is what I am making: 

The Sixth Time's a Charm quilt from the Amazing  Anna Maria Horner.

{photo : Stitched In Time}

 I spent the night watching the movie and sorting through all of my fabric scraps.  I am making one for Reese and one for Carter and I am even using some of their old clothes as part of the quilt.  Reese had a lovely little summer dress from the Gap and she spilled nail polish on it, so in the scrap pile it went.  I have never made a quilt before, so I am excited to give this one a try.   It was a nice way to spend a cold & snowy Saturday night!

09 November 2012

08 November 2012

Let me count the ways....

I met Josh while I was working at Starbucks.  We knew we were a good match because we share a mutual love and adoration for good coffee.  We will drink it anytime, anywhere, in any weather.  I am not exaggerating either.  We spent our honeymoon in our beloved city of Seattle and seriously stopped for coffee a couple of times every day.

I remember distinctly telling Josh that, "no matter what, we will always buy good beer and good coffee."  I really didn't care if we were broke, we were not going to skimp on two of life's simple pleasures.

Fast forward three years, a baby and minus one income.  We don't buy beer very often and we have a 1lb. 13.3oz jug of Maxwell House French Roast in our cabinet.

I would have been sort of horrified 3 years ago.  But it's not too bad.  Really. I add a little Silk Vanilla Soy Creamer and it is delicious.

This morning I was feeding Carter and Josh brought me my coffee.  I took one sip and began my morning ritual of telling my coffee how much I love it.  I have tried to give it up and drink tea instead, but I just can't seem to give it up for the long-term.  I love chai tea, especially in the afternoon, but I just love my coffee in the morning too much.  Seriously, it is a simple pleasure.

Okay....Let's be honest here.  I am no morning person.  Coffee makes momma happy, which makes everyone else in my house happy :)

07 November 2012


Tonight I read through my reading list on blogger.  Most of the blogs are ones that I used to read on a daily basis, and all of them are ones that I haven't read in a while (with the exception being the blogs of a few close friends).  As I read through one blog in particular, I started to feel a little like, um, deflated?  I am not sure if that is the word I am looking for, but that is sort of how I felt.  This blog is now a very well-known blog and is full of beautiful pictures of this woman (who is pretty amazing) and her kids and stuff that she does.  She is a great writer and makes me laugh every time.  I looked at her pictures and started to feel a little wistful.


Adjective: Having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing.

Maybe that is the word I was looking for.

I wasn't looking at her life, thinking "I wish that is how my life is, etc."

Because I am happy with my life. Sometimes I wish I was a little better at organizing paper, keeping a tidy house and having a green thumb, but when it comes down to it, I love my little life with my sweet little family.

I think I was feeling a little wistful because I haven't documented my little life with my sweet little family on this blog.  I have been afraid to put myself out there like that.  I take a ton of pictures and I am a good photographer (if I do say so myself). There are so many things that I would like to share. It is mostly centered around my kids. It makes me nervous to have pictures of them where anyone can see them, save them on their computer, etc.  It sort of scares the shit out of me.  Is there a way to protect your photos from being downloaded?  I don't really know.  

Maybe I need to just get over it and just do it. Or figure out a way to make it work for me.

On an unrelated note:  I think what I really need to do is just go to bed.  My nightowl tendencies are catching up with me big time.

Good night!

06 November 2012

Just to lighten the mood....

I am happy tonight. Looking forward to the future.  That's it.

05 November 2012

Slightly Obsessed

I am obsessed with white bookcases....maybe I should say I am obsessed with bookcases in general, but white built-in bookcases in particular.  I grew up in a house that had floor-to-ceiling white bookcases on one wall in our living room & I loved them.  Pretty sure that is where the obsession started.  In the house that I live in now, we do not have white built-in bookcases and for now, we lack the wall space to build them. But I will have them in a house one day, oh yes, I will.

Here are a few that I have found via pinterest..............on a board that I have labeled "Slightly Obsessed".... for obvious reasons :)

This is my favorite one.  I love the disheveled books and the lived-in look of things here.  I, too would want to curl up in that chair and read a good book. I think that this little space needs a soft shag rug to put under the chair, just to make it just a bit more comfy....

{via Dos Family Blog}

I love this one too.  Different from the above photo, as everything in this photo is picture ready.  I love the mix of books and different objects.  I have always loved books that are arranged both vertically and horizontally.  Digging the black painted wall, too.  I also like how the bookcases continue along the top over the window and reading area.

{via Coco + Kelley}

 This one is also an inspiration for my dream studio...only the shelves will house not only books, but tons (and tons) of beautiful fabrics. 

{via Remodelista}

Last one.... I like this one because I have children. Children who either like to pull everything off of the shelves and throw it on the floor (the 1 year old boy) or borrow something and forget to put it back (the 8 year old girl). How nice to be able to shut the glass doors!!  I like the little touches of color too.

{via Desire to Inspire}

Tomorrow is the big day!  Go VOTE!!

04 November 2012


This post is going to be a short one....

Tonight, I got to hear this guy sing live:

 {My Favorite: Dave Matthews}

I took Reese to the Obama Rally tonight.  It was amazing!!  She was such a trooper and we had a great time together.  She was so excited to go.  I wore the shirt I made for the 2008 campaign that says "A Mama For Obama" on it and she wore the one that says "A Child For Obama."  The funny thing about that is that her shirt still fits!  I had bought the smallest size available, a size 6-8, but she was only 4 in 2008, so it was too big then, but it fits perfectly now.

{Obama Rally, Aurora Colorado- November 4, 2012}

We had a great time together, I was glad that we went.  It felt good to be adventurous & to be involved in the election process.  Not too many 8 year olds can say that they saw the President of The United States of America AND Dave Matthews all in the same night!!


03 November 2012

A Little Inspiration.....

I found this a few months ago via Pinterest. I am in the process of getting my shop on etsy.com up & running and this simple saying has been a source of inspiration....

02 November 2012


Sometimes, I feel bad that I stopped blogging....not because I had throngs of readers who were outraged that I suddenly stopped blogging, but because I enjoy (and sometimes cringe) when I look back at old posts.  It is a good feeling when you realize that you have conquered or let go of something that once held you back. On the other hand, so many things have changed in my life since I blogged on a regular basis...one being that I no longer sit in front of a computer at a job that just made me sad.

Mostly though, I am just a different person than I was a couple of years ago.  I am now the mother of 2, I have learned to be okay with the things that I struggle with, I have more confidence than I have ever had and I have learned to let things go.  This is probably the biggest thing for me.  I see now how holding on to the past really held me back.  Sometimes though, even when I thought that I was over something, it would creep up on me and catch me by surprise.  I was startled sometimes to find that I was still holding on tightly to an old hurt or failure, like it was easier to wallow in old misery than it was to realize that I had moved on and it no longer had a hold on me.  I read a great article in an old O, The Oprah Magazine a while back, "Women and the Negativity Receptor" written by Amiee Lee Ball.  At one point in the article she talks about how as a child, she was always picked last for volleyball and "to this day, I regard myself as someone with zero athletic prowess.  I always seem to be the least graceful person in yoga....I almost wept with gratitude when someone in a jazz dance class told me that I moved well.  (this is the part that got me) I carry that clumsy little girl I used to be like a monkey on my back, partly because I am a..."Ruminator," someone who mulls, analyzes, worries about the past, present, and future (the word derives from the Latin for cows "chewing their cud").  If you're a ruminator (and the tendency is there fairly early in life, getting back to that identity card you're issued at birth), when you enter challenging emotional situations, you're more at risk for taking in negative messages—from family, school, the world—essentially turning them on yourself, building a big file of evidence that you really are a screw-up or that people don't like you."  One of the psychologists that Ball mentions in this article is  Susan Nolen-Hoesksema, who goes on to say the following.  "Being a ruminator makes this stuff stick," she says. "But it is changeable. What cognitive therapy seems to do is not convince you otherwise but teach that you can look for alternative ways of viewing yourself. You say, "I know this bad stuff feels like it's true, but it tears me down." And you make the choice to think otherwise."

I am most definitely a ruminator.  I tend to carry that messy, disorganized, sometimes weird, awkward little (and really not-so-little) girl like a monkey on my back, too. Once I figured out that is what I am, it made it so much easier to learn to let things go.  When I catch myself mulling over the past or worrying about the present or future, I say, "stop ruminating!"  That usually does the trick. Sometimes though, I have to pull that monkey off my back, kick her ass tell her she is okay and get over it.  The truth is, I am not the same girl, teenager, college student and wild child that I used to be.  There are parts of those stages of my life that I will always carry with me, but they no longer have the weight in my life that they used to.

Do you ruminate? If you do, it is okay.  You are safe here:)

01 November 2012

This explains everything...well, sort of

November is National Blog Posting Month, or NaBloPoMo.  This is where you blog every day for the month of November.  I have attempted this before, but have not actually completed it.  No surprises here!!

Anyway, I haven't blogged since July of 2011...although I have started about a million posts in my head...

Maybe this little guy has had something to do with my lack o' blogging:

{This explains everything....well, sort of}

This picture is several months old, now our little man is much bigger and is crawling and walking and getting into everything!!

So, here's to NaBloPoMo 2012!

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