Warning: Unless you're my Momma or my gift-impaired husband, you're probably going to think this is super unclassy. I suggest you skip this and check back later for something different and less self-centered.
If you are however concerned with my lavish self centered-ness, then by all means read on...
I decided to make this because the holidays are approaching--it's almost Christmas time ya'll!--and I just have too many family members (my Momma, my sister, my husband, etc.) that despite being told and asked numerous times to get me nothing at all, will still attempt to get me a special or extra-practical gift. More often than not, demanding I tell them what to get. I of course will acquiesce and bashfully reply with the first thing that randomly pops into my mind, having put little to no thought into the object I name at all. Disclaimer: I have never gotten a bad gift from any of my family! But I have found, with the older I get, that things that you want are only as far away as simply asking.
So below you will find the Sarah Wish List for all things gift. (If you think it's extra uncouth to put this into writing, and then publish it on the internet no less, well then, you remind my mother and sister what it is I'd like for Christmas 17 times between now and then and be sure to have plenty of phone time on hand.)
The things I like are pretty simplistic, but none of my family has ever visited my home, to notice or know these things.
1. Fiesta Dishes! My attempts at collecting it have been kind of feeble, but I do collect it! and love, love, love it! Anything and everything, big or small, used or new. White is my color choice. It goes with everything and all of my dishes are white--I have a weird thing about mismatched-ness so simple and classic white is my favorite.
It can be found at most department stores: Like this one and this one.
Or even at www.fiestafactorydirect.com.
2. Plain white sheets. Queen sized. I also really like these sheets. (The 'Tan Geo' and 'Blue Global' selections are uber cute!)
3. A white faux down comforter. There is just something super comfy about them that I love. You can find one here, at Target.
4. Pillows! If you don't know about my not-so-secret obsession with pillows... Now ya do. I love pillows. Throw pillows, bed pillows, couch pillows. I love them all! I feel like a house can NEVER have a enough pillows. My living room colors are shades of beige and tan and white. (Think plain and cozy.) So white/cream colored throw pillows are always awesome. This one is really cute, and would look adorable on my couch. This one is super pretty too. Any pillow in shades of white and cream and beige would be pretty to me though.
5. Bath & Body Works. Candles, wallflowers, lotions, soaps, loufas, aromatherapy. Anything. I love it all. My favorite fall scents are their "Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin" & "Mahogany Teakwood", but generally if it smells pretty, I'll love it.
6. Paula Deen Cookware. Stainless steel. Any piece, big or small. Utensil, pan or pot. I just don't have enough! & I looove Paula Deen.
7. This rolling pin. Believe it or not, I do make quite a bit of bread-stuff. & I love Anthropolgie, it is one of my most favorite places. The beautiful, neat stuff they have is endless. A trip to Anthropolgie is an all day event for me.
8. Turquoise Blue Crosley Cruiser Turntable. I have pined over record players for a long time. There is something timeless and classic about a record player and I'd love to have one. Of course, I don't plan to be spinning any records or DJing any parties, this is just the cheapest one I could find, for an amateur like me.
9. A subscription to one of my favorite magazines: Garden & Gun or Country Living. I get all my decor ideas from these magazines and a few recipes, here and there. Good reading material, for plane rides, or field ops.
10. My favorite perfume. Bvlgari Omnia Coral. Found at most any department store, like this one. I also really love this one too: Fabulous by Isaac Mizrahi. I have declared these two perfumes as my official Sarah Scent.
And that's about all I can possibly come up with. I don't think I could make knowing my self desires any clearer than that. Of course, I realize some of these things are bit steep price-wise. But keep in mind, this also for my husband to read. (Ahem, Travis.)
Other than what's mentioned above, I could always use things like boot socks, regular white ankle socks, no-show flats socks--What's a Christmas without socks? I wear a size 8.5--and of course, anything covered in a chocolate is always brilliant and wonderful.
Now, if everyone I know could also please post itemized list of the things they'd like, It'd certainly make this Christmas shopping from across the country a much more achievable project.
Thank ya much & Love ya tons, xo.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
M is for Matthew!
The past few months of my life have been ridiculously cram-packed full of an ungodly level of busy-ness. I intend to give a brief recap, because TODAY is the first day I feel relaxed enough to do so. And by that I mean, I'm not actively participating in some vigorous activity currently, so I'm going to toot my own damn horn for just a minute!
Lets see...when did this all start? OH yeah, August. So in August, I'm told I'm going to be doing some really "cool stuff" for work. (In most cases this means my life is about to be an absolute living HELL, but in this case particularly, it was some pretty awesome stuff! But it didn't come without its always required purgatory time.) So onto the start of this 'I'm new here and trying to make good first impressions and seem as though I am far more intelligent than I am and that's why they picked me' "cool stuff". First of all, boy was it ever nerve racking to maintain that^ facade for six LONG weeks. Anyhow, classes for this stuff started and they were about, you know, all day long, 7 days a week for four weeks or so. Dinner obligations started dropping off of cliffs and then before I knew it any wifely house keeping related obligations--such as grocery shopping--started down that same slippery slope and after week two, Travis was back to having to fend for himself or have take out for most meals. (While this isnt so uncommon in our lives, I cook as often as I can, but sometimes my lack of energy heavily outweighs my desire to stand in a kitchen for any length of time.) This time the lack of home-cooked meals and house keeping was well worth it because I was learning at the cyclic rate--and I'll admit, I was loving it. (I may be overly nerdy, but there is just something extraordinary to me about learning real-life usable things; I can never get enough. I think that had I felt like college was initially providing me with that same type of learning experience, I'd still be in a class somewhere, completely enveloped in studying information. I would still love to get back to doing college things, but that's a tangent and another topic for a different day.) So the four long weeks come to a close or just transition rather, into application that took place far away from home and lasted an additional two weeks. Not that Travis could miss me, I'd hardly been present the prior four weeks. But off to a yucky place for two weeks. (I'm quite partial to constant sunshine and perfect whether now, ya'll.) Let me just say: Those two weeks were probably some of the most mind-bending back-breaking days I've ever had. From sun up to midnight each day. My poor hamster was running so fast his wheel was red hot. But what an incredible learning experience I was afforded! It was a hectic, crazy, exhausting, trying six weeks, but I gained a wealth of knowledge and a noteworthy experience!
So back home I went. But those six weeks were just the start of my exhaustion. I came home late on a Saturday evening to discover I was scheduled for the range just the following Monday. I had just enough time to unpack some of my bags and do laundry on Sunday before heading to grass week bright and early the following morning. That wasn't so terrible... until I found out I'd also be required to put in a full days work after snapping in. At this point, I'm over tired and starting to resent that I have gone 7 weeks with one Sunday off to do laundry. It's a countdown to the weekend. Not so much of a weekend without my main squeeze who'd at this time just left for out of town business, but it was a weekend, kind of. (Laundry, cleaning, gear-finding parties, etc.) Monday. Range week. Oh joy. I have the ostensible pleasure of waking up at 2:30 AM to arrive promptly at 4 o'clock in the morning at a place where we hop into a uncomfortable vehicle, with a bunch of gear on, get bounced around in the back of said uncomfortable vehicle for ehhh, about 20 minutes, to rattle you up really well and ensure no extra shut-eye be taking place. After this joy ride, you arrive in the middle of a pitch black, dark and freezing cold field. Wherein you dutifully wait the next 2 hours for the sun to come up! And you do this... Every. Single. Day. Long, whiny, story short, I got Sharpshooter, because it rained a freezing cold rain all day on qualification day. (The only day I've witnessed rain here, mind you. Don't ask me for lotto numbers.) Considering my skill set and those less than desirable conditions, I can't say that I'm entirely too unhappy with that score. I'm still nobody to mess with ya'll! If it's pouring rain and freezing cold, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll still be a dangerous gal it just may take me two shots instead of just one!
So what did I do the weekend after do you ask? Did I rest my tired eyes, sore muscles and fried brain? I did not. Having the silver tongue that I do, I talked some sweet nearby neighbors into getting me to the airport at 4:00 AM on a Saturday. So that I could fly home. For my very best friend's (who also happens to be my little sister) baby shower. I had spent the past weeks (after long, long hours of work) meticulously planning every tiny little detail of what I hoped would be a perfect baby shower for her. I got in that Saturday after my darling SIL picked me up from the airport and got right to work finalizing the tiny details and preparing for the big day (which was the following day; Sunday). Got very little sleep and started the morning early getting tables and chairs and putting everything together. No rest for the weary! But I somehow (with the help of a few special people) pulled it off. And I have to say, I was quite impressed at the party I was able to throw on little to no sleep after eight weeks of going non-stop. I can only imagine what I'd be capable of if I had gotten to plan everything like a normal person, with a little time.
Lets see...when did this all start? OH yeah, August. So in August, I'm told I'm going to be doing some really "cool stuff" for work. (In most cases this means my life is about to be an absolute living HELL, but in this case particularly, it was some pretty awesome stuff! But it didn't come without its always required purgatory time.) So onto the start of this 'I'm new here and trying to make good first impressions and seem as though I am far more intelligent than I am and that's why they picked me' "cool stuff". First of all, boy was it ever nerve racking to maintain that^ facade for six LONG weeks. Anyhow, classes for this stuff started and they were about, you know, all day long, 7 days a week for four weeks or so. Dinner obligations started dropping off of cliffs and then before I knew it any wifely house keeping related obligations--such as grocery shopping--started down that same slippery slope and after week two, Travis was back to having to fend for himself or have take out for most meals. (While this isnt so uncommon in our lives, I cook as often as I can, but sometimes my lack of energy heavily outweighs my desire to stand in a kitchen for any length of time.) This time the lack of home-cooked meals and house keeping was well worth it because I was learning at the cyclic rate--and I'll admit, I was loving it. (I may be overly nerdy, but there is just something extraordinary to me about learning real-life usable things; I can never get enough. I think that had I felt like college was initially providing me with that same type of learning experience, I'd still be in a class somewhere, completely enveloped in studying information. I would still love to get back to doing college things, but that's a tangent and another topic for a different day.) So the four long weeks come to a close or just transition rather, into application that took place far away from home and lasted an additional two weeks. Not that Travis could miss me, I'd hardly been present the prior four weeks. But off to a yucky place for two weeks. (I'm quite partial to constant sunshine and perfect whether now, ya'll.) Let me just say: Those two weeks were probably some of the most mind-bending back-breaking days I've ever had. From sun up to midnight each day. My poor hamster was running so fast his wheel was red hot. But what an incredible learning experience I was afforded! It was a hectic, crazy, exhausting, trying six weeks, but I gained a wealth of knowledge and a noteworthy experience!
So back home I went. But those six weeks were just the start of my exhaustion. I came home late on a Saturday evening to discover I was scheduled for the range just the following Monday. I had just enough time to unpack some of my bags and do laundry on Sunday before heading to grass week bright and early the following morning. That wasn't so terrible... until I found out I'd also be required to put in a full days work after snapping in. At this point, I'm over tired and starting to resent that I have gone 7 weeks with one Sunday off to do laundry. It's a countdown to the weekend. Not so much of a weekend without my main squeeze who'd at this time just left for out of town business, but it was a weekend, kind of. (Laundry, cleaning, gear-finding parties, etc.) Monday. Range week. Oh joy. I have the ostensible pleasure of waking up at 2:30 AM to arrive promptly at 4 o'clock in the morning at a place where we hop into a uncomfortable vehicle, with a bunch of gear on, get bounced around in the back of said uncomfortable vehicle for ehhh, about 20 minutes, to rattle you up really well and ensure no extra shut-eye be taking place. After this joy ride, you arrive in the middle of a pitch black, dark and freezing cold field. Wherein you dutifully wait the next 2 hours for the sun to come up! And you do this... Every. Single. Day. Long, whiny, story short, I got Sharpshooter, because it rained a freezing cold rain all day on qualification day. (The only day I've witnessed rain here, mind you. Don't ask me for lotto numbers.) Considering my skill set and those less than desirable conditions, I can't say that I'm entirely too unhappy with that score. I'm still nobody to mess with ya'll! If it's pouring rain and freezing cold, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll still be a dangerous gal it just may take me two shots instead of just one!
So what did I do the weekend after do you ask? Did I rest my tired eyes, sore muscles and fried brain? I did not. Having the silver tongue that I do, I talked some sweet nearby neighbors into getting me to the airport at 4:00 AM on a Saturday. So that I could fly home. For my very best friend's (who also happens to be my little sister) baby shower. I had spent the past weeks (after long, long hours of work) meticulously planning every tiny little detail of what I hoped would be a perfect baby shower for her. I got in that Saturday after my darling SIL picked me up from the airport and got right to work finalizing the tiny details and preparing for the big day (which was the following day; Sunday). Got very little sleep and started the morning early getting tables and chairs and putting everything together. No rest for the weary! But I somehow (with the help of a few special people) pulled it off. And I have to say, I was quite impressed at the party I was able to throw on little to no sleep after eight weeks of going non-stop. I can only imagine what I'd be capable of if I had gotten to plan everything like a normal person, with a little time.
This is one of very pictures that were taken. Failure on my part for not pre-arranging some decent picture taking, but it kind of shows the table arrangements I made. Blue mason jars were take-home favors.
There were little name tags that I made in hopes of eliminating the awkward "I have no idea who I'm talking to right now" moment at the shower. They were hit and I got lots of "how cute" compliments. Crafty is my middle name ya'll.
Cute little cake made by Cake Charisma. Kept with the theme of elephants and was different layers of blue inside and very tasty! ('M' is for Matthew; my arriving-soon nephew!)
Sunday, June 23, 2013
1999
I am so spoiled. Travis recently returned from a week and half long trip to Iowa-see (meaning he went to Iowa, then to Tennessee, then back to Iowa)--since his return he has allowed me to do and have whatever my little heart has so desired. I have been shopping, been beaching and been partying like its 1999. And the only words out of this sweet mans mouth have been "You work hard, you deserve to play hard." If I could give the Roth's a congressional medal of honor for having raised such an incredibly sweet-souled man, the ceremony would of been yesterday! I say this often, but Travis works so hard. And if the man has any faults, they cannot be noticed through the hours he spends sweating and toiling, to bring in the dough, that allows me to do so much of afore mentioned "beaching, shopping and partying".
So my weekend was wonderful. Friday night was spent with my sweet honey (he worked the weekend--see: hardest working man I've ever met). Saturday was spent lazing, grazing and shopping (see: Victoria Secret Semi-Annual sale, also see: Sarah has little to no self control when it comes to getting a bargain priced anything). Saturday night I went out with one of my best and sweetest girlfriends for a night out on the town. Wasn't so much out on the "town", we found one place, met some neat people and stayed til they shut it down. Lots of laughs and quite a funny memory or ten made and need I say my legs were thoroughly danced off? (In case you were wondering, the near constant wearing of boots hasn't inhibited my ability to wear 4 inch heels) My sweet and ever attentive prince charming chauffeured us home. Fun. Night. And that was only Saturday! Sunday was spent with previously mentioned sweet friend and we shopped (some more! A girl can never have too much of... well, anything.) We had some lunch, caught a movie, had some dinner and called it a day. The sweet life of me. :)
Anyhow. I'm going to cut this short, I just wanted to make sure I wrote to remember this weekend.
Things to Remember:
Your husband is an ahhh-mazing man. Next time he leaves a mess in the living room, remember that he picked you up from Bailey's and endured your drunken singing and dancing duo in the car, all with a smile on his face, after he worked 12+ hours that day.
Also, up. stairs.
Nik met Angelo Saturday. Should this date need remembering in the future.
Countdown to deployment starts now... Get to making some memories!
Make a bucket list. You've never had one.
Call Trav's parents and tell them how great they are more often.
Oh, and you became an NCO this week. One down, tons more to go.
So my weekend was wonderful. Friday night was spent with my sweet honey (he worked the weekend--see: hardest working man I've ever met). Saturday was spent lazing, grazing and shopping (see: Victoria Secret Semi-Annual sale, also see: Sarah has little to no self control when it comes to getting a bargain priced anything). Saturday night I went out with one of my best and sweetest girlfriends for a night out on the town. Wasn't so much out on the "town", we found one place, met some neat people and stayed til they shut it down. Lots of laughs and quite a funny memory or ten made and need I say my legs were thoroughly danced off? (In case you were wondering, the near constant wearing of boots hasn't inhibited my ability to wear 4 inch heels) My sweet and ever attentive prince charming chauffeured us home. Fun. Night. And that was only Saturday! Sunday was spent with previously mentioned sweet friend and we shopped (some more! A girl can never have too much of... well, anything.) We had some lunch, caught a movie, had some dinner and called it a day. The sweet life of me. :)
Anyhow. I'm going to cut this short, I just wanted to make sure I wrote to remember this weekend.
Things to Remember:
Your husband is an ahhh-mazing man. Next time he leaves a mess in the living room, remember that he picked you up from Bailey's and endured your drunken singing and dancing duo in the car, all with a smile on his face, after he worked 12+ hours that day.
Also, up. stairs.
Nik met Angelo Saturday. Should this date need remembering in the future.
Countdown to deployment starts now... Get to making some memories!
Make a bucket list. You've never had one.
Call Trav's parents and tell them how great they are more often.
Oh, and you became an NCO this week. One down, tons more to go.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Coachella, Carpenter and Experts
Travis is away to Coachella. That man works so hard. I cant help but love him even more for being so willing to work as hard as he does for us. He's been gone almost a week now (sure do miss his handsome smile around here.)
I was on the range this past week, a most exhausting experience with days that start at 2:30 in the morning and end at about 5 pm (thats PRE-45 minute drive home). But alas, you're looking at the Marine Corps most recent Expert Rifle'girl'--Quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself. It's taken me a few tries to get there. I've seen the days of Marksman, Sharpshooter and now finally... a composite-score-raising Expert. I know; I'm kind of a big deal.
In other news, I'm dreadfully sick with something that must be similiar to the flu--I am mis-er-able. But this is practically tradition post range week. Lots of dust, carbon, early cold weather, very little sleep and hearty stress levels apparently annoy your immune system just enough that by the following Saturday, it's given up on you and you're a congested head-ached, fevered mess. In fewer words, none of the projects I intended to work on this weekend were touched and none of the "Travis is coming home" cleaning got done. No one likes to come home from a weeks worth of work to a full trash can and unfolded loads of laundry... But I was couch-ridden today and couldnt bring myself to even consider doing any of those things. I slept through most of the day, mouth breathing until my throat could take no more and I awoke with my latest and least favorite symptom: a very sore throat. (Man, I sure am a whiney thing.) I'm lucky Travis is so sweet and for lack of a better term, "low maintenance"--he wont care at all about the unfolded laundry, unloaded dishwasher and full trashcan. He's much more of "what we eatin' for dinner?" kind of guy then a "why are all those clothes on the couch?" man. Did quite well with picking him, I do believe. :P
Lets talk about my Saturday. (It is Sunday and there are still clothes on the couch, so what did I do all day Saturday you ask?) Well, I had to be in San Diego at 5:30 in the morning for a 5k. If you didnt know, that's an hour and a half drive for me. And if you somehow forgot, I take foreverrrr and a day to get ready for anything, so I was up at 3:00 to leave by 4:00, to speed as safely as I could and arrive promptly 15 minutes prior. Don't get to thinking this is some silly thing ingrained in me by the Marine Corps, I used that saved 15 minutes to put mascara on, which I couldnt do safely driving down the highway. Anyhow, that was over and done with by 10 and I was headed home when a I got a wild hair to check out the beautiful (and high end) La Jolla mall. Ok, so maybe that was part of the motivation for getting up so early, but dont tell Travis, he doesnt need to know. This mall is the only mall around me that has an Anthropologie and I hadnt been in soo long. So off to the La Jolla mall I zipped. I promised before I got out of the car that I would not stop at every store along the way (its a beautiful "outside mall"). So straight to Anthropologie I went. And let me just say, when I shop, I am totally enveloped in seeing and touching EVERYTHING there is to see and touch. Anyone who knows me can attest to this--Mary wont shop with me for this reason. So fast forward 2 hours, and everything in Anthropologie has my little fingerprints on it and I leave with the cutest little butter dish and some ceramic flower shaped measuring cups and a very happy-girl smile. My treasures for the day!
This wasnt the most interesting part of my day though. I had a weird "coincidence" happen. (I put coincidence in quotes because I'm not totally sure where I stand on whether those exist, or if God is doing something I just dont understand yet.) Anyhow, I had just been to this 5k, and met a few people who reminded me of video I'd seen years before. It was at work, as part of some annual training, and a character in the movie was named Carpenter. We had a Carpenter in our platoon and every time in the movie that they'd say "Carp's gone" we'd look at him eerily. Well, as I was thinking "I wonder how Carpenter is doing..." I notice a person has awkwardly stopped right in front of me as I'm walking through the mall... and who is it? CARPENTER! The kid I just totally had a random thought about is right in front of my face. I jumped a little and my mouth was no doubt hanging open a second. He apparently recognized me as he was walking the opposite of me and stopped, equally in shock to see me there. We exchanged "Hi, how have you been's" and talked a little about who we knew was where and how they were and then I shook his hand and was on my way. But how weird to have a random thought about someone you normally never give any thought to and then randomly see that person not a second before the thought is gone. Strange occurrence, strange, strange. Especially since neither of us is stationed in or near La Jolla. That was just one of about 3 "coincidences" that day--but the others are less weird and not interesting enough to write about it. Especially since I'm getting more and more congested and tired as this goes... I'll probably head to bed now. I'm much closer to having my sweet husband home and in bed with me, so sleep will come easy tonight.
A Moment in Time:
You are a terrible cousin and friend and have not yet sent Danielle her birthday gift. You should do that tomorrow, you mean thing.
Note to self: You need a larger variety of music on this blog. One good Adele song is pushing it.
Dani Aplin got married this weekend. She's Dani Evans now. In case you forget.
Garrett joined the Air Force! Holy cow, you're going to have fun with that--actually you're jealous. You should of been an officer. Keep reminding yourself that "in order to truly be a good leader, you have to have at least tried out being a follower first".
I was on the range this past week, a most exhausting experience with days that start at 2:30 in the morning and end at about 5 pm (thats PRE-45 minute drive home). But alas, you're looking at the Marine Corps most recent Expert Rifle'girl'--Quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself. It's taken me a few tries to get there. I've seen the days of Marksman, Sharpshooter and now finally... a composite-score-raising Expert. I know; I'm kind of a big deal.
In other news, I'm dreadfully sick with something that must be similiar to the flu--I am mis-er-able. But this is practically tradition post range week. Lots of dust, carbon, early cold weather, very little sleep and hearty stress levels apparently annoy your immune system just enough that by the following Saturday, it's given up on you and you're a congested head-ached, fevered mess. In fewer words, none of the projects I intended to work on this weekend were touched and none of the "Travis is coming home" cleaning got done. No one likes to come home from a weeks worth of work to a full trash can and unfolded loads of laundry... But I was couch-ridden today and couldnt bring myself to even consider doing any of those things. I slept through most of the day, mouth breathing until my throat could take no more and I awoke with my latest and least favorite symptom: a very sore throat. (Man, I sure am a whiney thing.) I'm lucky Travis is so sweet and for lack of a better term, "low maintenance"--he wont care at all about the unfolded laundry, unloaded dishwasher and full trashcan. He's much more of "what we eatin' for dinner?" kind of guy then a "why are all those clothes on the couch?" man. Did quite well with picking him, I do believe. :P
Lets talk about my Saturday. (It is Sunday and there are still clothes on the couch, so what did I do all day Saturday you ask?) Well, I had to be in San Diego at 5:30 in the morning for a 5k. If you didnt know, that's an hour and a half drive for me. And if you somehow forgot, I take foreverrrr and a day to get ready for anything, so I was up at 3:00 to leave by 4:00, to speed as safely as I could and arrive promptly 15 minutes prior. Don't get to thinking this is some silly thing ingrained in me by the Marine Corps, I used that saved 15 minutes to put mascara on, which I couldnt do safely driving down the highway. Anyhow, that was over and done with by 10 and I was headed home when a I got a wild hair to check out the beautiful (and high end) La Jolla mall. Ok, so maybe that was part of the motivation for getting up so early, but dont tell Travis, he doesnt need to know. This mall is the only mall around me that has an Anthropologie and I hadnt been in soo long. So off to the La Jolla mall I zipped. I promised before I got out of the car that I would not stop at every store along the way (its a beautiful "outside mall"). So straight to Anthropologie I went. And let me just say, when I shop, I am totally enveloped in seeing and touching EVERYTHING there is to see and touch. Anyone who knows me can attest to this--Mary wont shop with me for this reason. So fast forward 2 hours, and everything in Anthropologie has my little fingerprints on it and I leave with the cutest little butter dish and some ceramic flower shaped measuring cups and a very happy-girl smile. My treasures for the day!
This wasnt the most interesting part of my day though. I had a weird "coincidence" happen. (I put coincidence in quotes because I'm not totally sure where I stand on whether those exist, or if God is doing something I just dont understand yet.) Anyhow, I had just been to this 5k, and met a few people who reminded me of video I'd seen years before. It was at work, as part of some annual training, and a character in the movie was named Carpenter. We had a Carpenter in our platoon and every time in the movie that they'd say "Carp's gone" we'd look at him eerily. Well, as I was thinking "I wonder how Carpenter is doing..." I notice a person has awkwardly stopped right in front of me as I'm walking through the mall... and who is it? CARPENTER! The kid I just totally had a random thought about is right in front of my face. I jumped a little and my mouth was no doubt hanging open a second. He apparently recognized me as he was walking the opposite of me and stopped, equally in shock to see me there. We exchanged "Hi, how have you been's" and talked a little about who we knew was where and how they were and then I shook his hand and was on my way. But how weird to have a random thought about someone you normally never give any thought to and then randomly see that person not a second before the thought is gone. Strange occurrence, strange, strange. Especially since neither of us is stationed in or near La Jolla. That was just one of about 3 "coincidences" that day--but the others are less weird and not interesting enough to write about it. Especially since I'm getting more and more congested and tired as this goes... I'll probably head to bed now. I'm much closer to having my sweet husband home and in bed with me, so sleep will come easy tonight.
A Moment in Time:
You are a terrible cousin and friend and have not yet sent Danielle her birthday gift. You should do that tomorrow, you mean thing.
Note to self: You need a larger variety of music on this blog. One good Adele song is pushing it.
Dani Aplin got married this weekend. She's Dani Evans now. In case you forget.
Garrett joined the Air Force! Holy cow, you're going to have fun with that--actually you're jealous. You should of been an officer. Keep reminding yourself that "in order to truly be a good leader, you have to have at least tried out being a follower first".
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Year Ago
Its been nearly a year since I took the time to write--I'm quite obviously not this type of writer. To be honest, I'm busy. And that is a colossal understatement. I also don't have the time or the patience, for that matter. Today however, I had some time to spare, or throw away rather. So here I am, listening to the beauty that emanates from the voice that is Adele. A very lovely melancholy sound--I've decided to share.
So what have I spent the better part of a year doing? Well, on February the 9th 2013, I can say proudly, that I've spent the vast majority of this past year carving a name for myself. A name for my career. A name that my peers, superiors and enemies alike are going to remember. And I must say, I think I've done an exquisite job. It was a long and toilsome road. Long hours and sleepless nights. Hopeless days, that only tears to my mother and God Himself were able to pull me through. But here I am, all the better for every ounce of pain that was making that "name". I have clawed my way to recognition. I have earned a seat among the best, the renowned, and I am proud and eager to continue now. I feel like I am on a path that will end only at success. SUCCESS. I am finally gaining a little speed in chasing my dreams. It has taken...so.. long. But here it finally is.
And that has been my year.
Moment in Time:
"Things to Do"
Danielle needs a Valentines Day gift; Mark is deployed. Valentines Day is a dreadful day to be alone on. Even more dreadful to be alone and giftless.
College. Dreams are calling, I need to finally answer.
Travis to Arizona. Again. I love that man so much.
Continue watching "Fringe". It excites my elementary imagination and makes my dreams more interesting.
Run. (Time: 3 miles: 29 minutes 50 seconds. That's not nearly fast enough.)
Yesterday, when you were sitting in the bathtub and you made Travis come up to "keep you company", he leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets. The look of him, his black shirt, faded torn jeans, tan skin, dark hair, brown eyes and gorgeous smile made your heart stop beating. You blushed. Four years and its not gone.
So what have I spent the better part of a year doing? Well, on February the 9th 2013, I can say proudly, that I've spent the vast majority of this past year carving a name for myself. A name for my career. A name that my peers, superiors and enemies alike are going to remember. And I must say, I think I've done an exquisite job. It was a long and toilsome road. Long hours and sleepless nights. Hopeless days, that only tears to my mother and God Himself were able to pull me through. But here I am, all the better for every ounce of pain that was making that "name". I have clawed my way to recognition. I have earned a seat among the best, the renowned, and I am proud and eager to continue now. I feel like I am on a path that will end only at success. SUCCESS. I am finally gaining a little speed in chasing my dreams. It has taken...so.. long. But here it finally is.
And that has been my year.
Moment in Time:
"Things to Do"
Danielle needs a Valentines Day gift; Mark is deployed. Valentines Day is a dreadful day to be alone on. Even more dreadful to be alone and giftless.
College. Dreams are calling, I need to finally answer.
Travis to Arizona. Again. I love that man so much.
Continue watching "Fringe". It excites my elementary imagination and makes my dreams more interesting.
Run. (Time: 3 miles: 29 minutes 50 seconds. That's not nearly fast enough.)
Yesterday, when you were sitting in the bathtub and you made Travis come up to "keep you company", he leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets. The look of him, his black shirt, faded torn jeans, tan skin, dark hair, brown eyes and gorgeous smile made your heart stop beating. You blushed. Four years and its not gone.
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