ok so i'm not gonna lie - i thought it would be fairly simple to get to 100 things that i'm thankful for in a month. thats only 10 posts of 10 things. i've posted more than that in a month. no biggie. right? wrong.
these past two days i've been finding it way easier to find things that i'm NOT thankful for (like backed up traffic, people who can't merge, frost on my car in the morning, being alone every night with no one to talk to, the world series bumping my wednesday night show for two weeks, forgetting my earrings, phone AND vitamin today...shall i continue? ) than it is to find things i am thankful for. a couple of times, i was able to look past my initial annoyance and see something good (backed up traffic led to me being thankful for well marked detours) but for the life of me i cant come up with anything good about people who come to a COMPLETE STOP on the on-ramp.
this is the best i can do today.
21. my Dad - who has loved me through everything and continues to do so.
22. my Mom - who managed to be a mom who commanded my respect when i was little but also turned into a friend as i grew up.
23. my Sister - who calls me pretty much every day to make sure I haven't choked and died.
24. having family on the West coast to call and cry to when its too late to call anyone on the East coast.
25. defrosters.
26. free coffee.
27. Robin and Dawn (my buns and abs of steel ladies)
28. leftover spaghetti.
29. treadmills.
30. Eye of the Tiger on my iPod.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
...is a happy heart.
11. a car that runs with surprising regularity and reliability.
12. well marked detours when the highway is backed up.
13. sunshine in the morning.
14. fog.
15. warm apple cider.
16. a blanket and a good book on a fall evening.
17. a tv to watch my favorite shows.
18. macaroni and cheese.
19. hi-liters.
20. menthol cough drops.
12. well marked detours when the highway is backed up.
13. sunshine in the morning.
14. fog.
15. warm apple cider.
16. a blanket and a good book on a fall evening.
17. a tv to watch my favorite shows.
18. macaroni and cheese.
19. hi-liters.
20. menthol cough drops.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
because a thankful heart...
So every year for the past few years, my mom has spent the month of November making a list of things that she is thankful for. it seemed like a good idea to me, cuz i have a lot to be thankful for, so i'm gonna try it out this year.
1. jobs with benefits.
2. an apartment of my own.
3. flu shots.
4. Aunt Sara's taco dip.
5. boyfriends who think that being able to make said taco dip makes me an amazing cook :)
6. pumpkin patches and corn mazes on halloween.
7. a table with chairs to carve pumpkins at.
8. friends to carve pumpkins with.
9. 'Its the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.'
10. getting up at the right time when daylight savings time ends.
1. jobs with benefits.
2. an apartment of my own.
3. flu shots.
4. Aunt Sara's taco dip.
5. boyfriends who think that being able to make said taco dip makes me an amazing cook :)
6. pumpkin patches and corn mazes on halloween.
7. a table with chairs to carve pumpkins at.
8. friends to carve pumpkins with.
9. 'Its the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.'
10. getting up at the right time when daylight savings time ends.
Friday, October 30, 2009
actually, it was a sneaker.
there is a new guy at work. well, i guess he's been here for a few weeks now but thats besides the point because since i've been here longer so i can call him the new guy :)anyway - the only reason i mention him is that (to add to my list of famous people that my coworkers remind me of) he could have been the voice of Froggy from the Little Rascals.
i'm not even kidding. he sits at the cubicle on the other side of the divider from me in the structures department, and every time he asks Tim a question, i have to stifle my giggles. he kind of looks like Froggy too. it kind of creeps me out. i think i liked it better when Allison sat there.
Monday, October 26, 2009
sprouted.
i am growing strawberries. or at least i am attempting to. there are those that tell me its too late in the season to actually grow them. i of course am choosing to ignore them and press on in my own little world. they live in a cute little pot on my windowsill. i water them every day to keep the soil moist cuz thats what the distructions told me to do. i took this picture on the first day that a tiny little spot of green pushed its way up out of the dirt. (its kind of hard to spot, but trust me its there)
over the weekend, another sprout came up to keep the first company. it makes me feel a little more accomplished and domestic, especially on the days when i can only muster up enough energy to put a couple frozen waffles in my toaster and call it dinner.
over the weekend, another sprout came up to keep the first company. it makes me feel a little more accomplished and domestic, especially on the days when i can only muster up enough energy to put a couple frozen waffles in my toaster and call it dinner.
Friday, October 23, 2009
seriously?
i glanced at the office phone list today. i do this often, just to see which people i know. today, i saw a new name.
April Showers.
no lie. who does that?
April Showers.
no lie. who does that?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
a long post about a table.
one of the last things on my list of "essential items that i need for my apartment" (right under toilet paper and a mini baby pumpkin) was a table and chairs. i could get the ones i wanted from walmart.com, which made them the least amount of hassle to obtain. so i lived for the first few weeks in my apartment eating on the floor in front of my couch using magazines as coasters. it was working pretty well for me, but i figured that if i ever wanted to invite anyone over to see my apartment they might not appreciate the japanese style dining.
so i ordered them. and i waited. and just when i thought i might bust from waiting, i got an email saying they had made it to the store (free shipping site-to-store!) and i could come pick them up anytime.
i spent a good deal of time talking myself in and out of going to pick them up by myself. it was sure to be a heavy, awkwardly large box that would be easier to handle with a friend. but all my friends were far away and unable to come for the evening. so i figured that i am a single woman living on my own and a very capable one at that. i went to walmart.
the nice man put my table on a dolly and helped me to my car with it. it was an interesting battle to finangle the 3x4 foot box into the cavalier whose trunk wont open, but we managed to make it work:
it wasnt until i made it back to my apartment that i fully realized exactly what i had gotten myself into. here i am, a 5' 2.5" tall, 120 pound woman living in a second floor apartment, with a 3x4 foot 101 pound box to heft out of my car and up a flight of steps. this was starting to seem like a not-so-good idea. but i had a point to prove - i am a capable, industrious, strong single woman - so (after quickly glancing around the parking lot in hopes of seeing a strong man who might be willing to help me) i hefted the monster box out of gretchen and across the short distance to my door. after it took a decent amount of effort just to get the box far enough in
side so i could shut the door, my hopes of actually having a table and chairs in my apartment began to waver a little. i ended up flipping the box end over end in order to make slow progress up the stairs. even as i type that, it seems a lot easier said than done. there were a few moments in which my own mortality seemed very real, and one particular moment that i remember thinking that if i were to fall and be crumpled in a heap-o-mando at the bottom of the stairs and allowed this bigger-than-me box to land on top of me, there would be no one to worry about me and no way of anyone knowing that anything was wrong. and even if someone were to come to my rescue, they wouldnt even be able to get in to help me because the door wouldnt open because i and the table in a box would be smushed against it.
at one point, when i was mere inches away from the top of the stairs, i was certain that i was going to just have to let go - i was in pain all over, i was overheating in my hoodie and i couldnt even take a break to take it off, i couldnt budge the box another inch, and my grip on the railing was slipping. i was really hoping for a movie moment where a big strong guy would just ring my doorbell and come to my rescue, but no one came. i have no idea how i got that box up onto the landing, but i did. and it sat there in the midd
le of my living room. i was too tired and sore to even lift my camera to take a picture of it sitting there. the appropriateness of the sight that greeted me at the top of the stairs - a message of survival and encouragement - was not lost on me :)
the next night (after i had spent the majority of the day popping ibuprofen and recovered a little) i decided to put the thing together. the first chair (out of four) took me an hour to put together. i got better as i went, and had the last chair together in 20 minutes. i was all done in time to watch Glee at nine. i was so proud of myself. theyre so pretty :)
i have most recently accesorized them with uber-on-sale placemats in the most gorgeous shade of sage-y green that match my scheme perfectly and look gorgeous against the dark brown fake wood.
come visit anytime. me and my table are ready for you :)
so i ordered them. and i waited. and just when i thought i might bust from waiting, i got an email saying they had made it to the store (free shipping site-to-store!) and i could come pick them up anytime.
i spent a good deal of time talking myself in and out of going to pick them up by myself. it was sure to be a heavy, awkwardly large box that would be easier to handle with a friend. but all my friends were far away and unable to come for the evening. so i figured that i am a single woman living on my own and a very capable one at that. i went to walmart.
the nice man put my table on a dolly and helped me to my car with it. it was an interesting battle to finangle the 3x4 foot box into the cavalier whose trunk wont open, but we managed to make it work:
it wasnt until i made it back to my apartment that i fully realized exactly what i had gotten myself into. here i am, a 5' 2.5" tall, 120 pound woman living in a second floor apartment, with a 3x4 foot 101 pound box to heft out of my car and up a flight of steps. this was starting to seem like a not-so-good idea. but i had a point to prove - i am a capable, industrious, strong single woman - so (after quickly glancing around the parking lot in hopes of seeing a strong man who might be willing to help me) i hefted the monster box out of gretchen and across the short distance to my door. after it took a decent amount of effort just to get the box far enough in
side so i could shut the door, my hopes of actually having a table and chairs in my apartment began to waver a little. i ended up flipping the box end over end in order to make slow progress up the stairs. even as i type that, it seems a lot easier said than done. there were a few moments in which my own mortality seemed very real, and one particular moment that i remember thinking that if i were to fall and be crumpled in a heap-o-mando at the bottom of the stairs and allowed this bigger-than-me box to land on top of me, there would be no one to worry about me and no way of anyone knowing that anything was wrong. and even if someone were to come to my rescue, they wouldnt even be able to get in to help me because the door wouldnt open because i and the table in a box would be smushed against it.at one point, when i was mere inches away from the top of the stairs, i was certain that i was going to just have to let go - i was in pain all over, i was overheating in my hoodie and i couldnt even take a break to take it off, i couldnt budge the box another inch, and my grip on the railing was slipping. i was really hoping for a movie moment where a big strong guy would just ring my doorbell and come to my rescue, but no one came. i have no idea how i got that box up onto the landing, but i did. and it sat there in the midd
le of my living room. i was too tired and sore to even lift my camera to take a picture of it sitting there. the appropriateness of the sight that greeted me at the top of the stairs - a message of survival and encouragement - was not lost on me :)the next night (after i had spent the majority of the day popping ibuprofen and recovered a little) i decided to put the thing together. the first chair (out of four) took me an hour to put together. i got better as i went, and had the last chair together in 20 minutes. i was all done in time to watch Glee at nine. i was so proud of myself. theyre so pretty :)
i have most recently accesorized them with uber-on-sale placemats in the most gorgeous shade of sage-y green that match my scheme perfectly and look gorgeous against the dark brown fake wood.come visit anytime. me and my table are ready for you :)
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