In the past two months, my time has suddenly been zapped into outer space.
I wake up, and by the time I have my contacts in and am pleading with JC to wear the outfit I chose for preschool, I'm running back into myself coming back in the door, dusty and tired from softball.
I eat popcorn on dugout benches for dinner (on a really well-organized night!) then go home, walk through my house, listen to voicemails and set jewelry orders up. I'm so flipping thankful I'm a woman. No offense -- but we're born with the natural ability to multi-task.
I was on my way to work this morning, thinking about the writers-itch I was having...hmmm. What to write about. That's the problem. My brain is frazzle-fried with ideas.
I'm a list person, so this is what I composed while drumming my fingertips on the wheel (and while drinking coffee, thinking about being tired, and also composing a profile I must get to immediately.)
- A lemoncello recipe I want to try. If I get it set up now, then by mid-June I can sip it on my back porch. mmm.
- My sweet dad(dy). He came to my rescue last night - emotionally, spiritually - I felt like a little girl, safe in his presence again. I told him that I felt like the odd man out, but he said that would never happen with him around. That lead me to this thought:
~ I have had my differences with my dad - and now I've grown up and out so far away, I don't remember those differences. Time does heal all wounds. I love that.
- How one of my newest pet peeves is when folks don't return emails. How about a simple acknowledgment? "I got it...." "Yes, Ok." ANYTHING!
- How I adore my softball gals. Which lends itself to the simple fact that they are quite lucky I do -- after a much-relaxing pedi/mani the other night, I came to my truck to find squirly-white-paint-messages all over every single window. My friend pointed out, "Look, that one window says they have a surprise for you." I figured it was the paint. I was wrong. Very Wrong. Like open-my-door-at-ten-and-find-I'd-been-tp'd-Wrong. The girls got in my house, moved every stick of furniture, tp'd my ENTIRE house...moved bedspreads around on the beds....with a note that said, "You are officially initiated. We love you Coach!" AAAGH. But I did laugh - and they didn't use my TP, so I was definitely cool with that. And I do know what they drive. Paybacks are well, paybacks!!!!
- How taking a vacation when you are an adult also equals finding more time to do everything pressing you must do before. Does that make sense?
- How much I love Alice Smith - check her, love her. I can't stop listening to her!
But, headed now in a very good direction with jewelry...that's marvelous. More later on that...more options, more business. I am very excited.....And now, am able to head to a more mild climate for at least a bit:
A few weeks ago, I got to drop off some stunning pieces of jewelry to a wonderful bride-to-be, Andrea.
When Andrea first decided on her design, I felt oh-so-stumped. She had a picture off the runway (EEK!) I was intimidated, because some of the material I hadn't worked with before. Well, let me tell ya....I loved the finished product. The necklace was finished first (I designed a matching bracelet) and two bride mother's bracelets. Super cute idea, and I wish Andrea and her hubbie-to-be the best of luck. (He's such a good guy he picked up her jewels for her...marvelous.)
Look on the site for additional spring designs...and other postings of bridal jewels. Happy beautiful spring Friday!
I love how good news can just change everything around, in a single, tiny little second. It's marvelous. Thank you, sweet friend, for sharing. You are the best, and I love you!
I was sifting through the bazillion pictures I have on my computer...and just sat and laughed, laughed, laughed. So many good times. And oh, how people change in appearance. Isn't it great? To be able to laugh at yourself, I mean. A few weeks ago I came across a blast-from-the-past picture of myself. Or, I guess it was left for me to find. Anyhoo. Find I did. And my first reaction was to laugh. And to share that laugh - to know that it doesn't matter what you look like, does it? For all the unflattering shots of me out there, I'm sure there's a bazillion more of those who find them.
My case and point (see the following -- girlies, all for your good laugh now...)
"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." -- Bernard Meltzer.
ugh. ugh. ugh. I have writers block! I'm on deadline! I can't think to finish this sensational, gutsy, filled-to-the-brim article. Why can't I be spilling words out? I'm currently typing this, procrastinating. AAGH!
I just am aching to be outside. I love spring. I'm a summer girl. I am craving barefoot-ness with iced tea outside, on the porch. Or in the flowerbeds. I'm sitting here, looking out my office window, day dreaming. I feel like a school girl, giddy!
geesh. ok, back to the article. whew. And I keep milling over a more interesting (to me) idea; this quote:
Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable ... Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals. --Dr Martin Luther King Jr.