Time is a funny thing. Often there seems to not be enough of it and as I get older the years seem to fly by faster and faster. When I was younger, when the years seemed to last forever, I remember “old” people telling me this would happen. I didn’t believe them. Hindsight is 20/20.
It’s been two years since my Dad passed away, suddenly and unexpectedly. Sometimes that day feels like yesterday and sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. That’s the other thing I find odd about time. It seems to fluctuate. Kind of like you can travel thru it… with the onset of a memory or through the notes of a song… you can be transported. Not physically of course. I hope you know what I mean. Continue reading
I’ve always enjoyed Valentine’s Day. I’ve never seen it as a day exclusive to celebrating romantic love but as a day to celebrate love in all forms. It’s a day to let people know that they are loved and appreciated! Who wouldn’t enjoy a day dedicated to celebrating love and connections, family and friends, the intangible emotions that make the world a better place. Here’s one of my favorite Valentine’s Day memories…
9 years ago. February 14, 2005. I had been living in Dallas for approximately 1 month. I knew very few people in town and I wasn’t dating anyone. I was at work watching deliveries arrive for my co-workers. I wasn’t expecting a delivery with my name. I was happily taking part in the delicious office deliveries from vendors and sharing in the joy my co-workers received from their personal deliveries. (Sidenote: The only thing I love more than giving gifts is watching people receive them, even when I’m not the gift giver.)
So, imagine my surprise when, toward the end of the day, a beautiful bouquet of flowers arrived for me in this sweetheart mug. Here’s the best part, they weren’t from my parents or my grandparents. They weren’t from a friend or a lover. They weren’t from anyone ‘obligated’ to send me a Valentine. They were from one of my brothers. Who, at the time, was a broke college student. They were so completely unexpected. I was overwhelmed by the love I felt at that moment… I’m even getting a little teary eyed as I type this. He wanted to let me know, on my first Valentine’s away from my friends and family, in a new city, on my own for the first time in my life, that I was loved and that someone was thinking of me, even if they were far away. To this day, it’s the best Valentine’s gift I’ve ever received. It’s also the gift that keeps on giving. As you can see, this mug is well worn after 9 years. Every time I use it I think about my brother and that day. I’m not sure I’ve ever told him how much that gift meant and continues to mean to me. I’m actually pretty sure there are no words to properly convey how I felt in that moment and how I feel every time I relive it. The best gifts are always the unexpected and totally unnecessary ones. If you have a chance to do something like this for someone you love, I highly suggest you do. This little mug of mine is more than a mug to me. It’s a reminder, on good days and bad, that someone loves me and that love is the best gift of all. Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone!
I have a serious love for weekends. But who doesn’t. Am I right?
Last weekend was an absolute blast. To kick off the weekend we had a lunch in honor of my friend Charla’s retirement. Sure. I have friends of retirement age… if the ripe old age of 29 counts. I guess technically it can’t be considered retirement but since she has decided to stay at home with sweet Baby P it’s like mommy retirement! Anyway, her awesome husband Jon organized a surprise lunch with her closest girlfriends to celebrate her last day. We had some yummy Mexican food and discussed all of the adventures she and Baby P are going to embark upon in the coming weeks. It was a glorious Friday afternoon and a great way to start the weekend.
Friday night Val, Lindsay, Meg and I attended the America’s Most Wanted concert featuring 2 Chainz, T.I. and Lil Wayne. Continue reading
60 days. It sounds like a long time but it passes by in a flash. In the last few months I’ve made some serious changes in my life and 60 days seems to be a magic number for me. Here’s what’s been going on…
To start, I need to explain what happened to kick my ass into gear – At the end of May I met up with some friends for a celebratory happy hour. Happy hour turned to dinner (and by dinner I mean more drinks and nibbling on appetizers) which then led to an evening of bar hopping. This is pretty typical in my group of friends. What made this night notable, to me at least, was that all of this eventually led to me having a total melt down. I will not claim that this was the first time I’ve ever cried after a few too many cocktails. My friends are laughing as they read this. But this was different. I broke. I snapped. I melted into a pile of tears and snot and choking sobs. I felt like the world had collapsed on me. I’ve never felt that defeated or devastated or lost. Luckily, I have some very good friends. They dealt with my melt down and then some of them took me home with them and put me to bed in their guest room. When I woke up that next morning there was even some, much needed, water and Advil waiting for me on the nightstand.
But I knew this was truly different when I woke up feeling the exact same as I had the night before… broken. Continue reading
Here’s the deal… I am pretty much the definition of single. I haven’t used the word “boyfriend” since high school. I’ve mastered the art of cooking for one. I prefer the company of my friends and family over awkward first dates. I relish having a queen size bed to myself. I’m super independent and prefer not to have to consult with anyone before doing anything. I do what I want. When I want. I am not the girl who bemoans my singlehood and sits around pining for “the one.” I am definitely open to being in a relationship but haven’t met anyone awesome enough to make me quit my single ways. I am often a third wheel. Continue reading