Friday, March 28, 2008

::Edit::

I must post an edit in reference to the face on the screen at my desk at work.
my husband was thouroughly offended by the fact that i said it was mrs. jobs...
it is, in fact, mrs. bill gates (melinda)
i appologize to all mac users...steve's wife is much prettier!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

a very happy öster



::like every holiday, we had a very busy easter, full of food and family and commotion.
brunch with the hub's family and dinner with mine - we did have time to squeeze in a nice, not-quite-spring walk with our super-cute, striped sweater-clad pup (who today is one year old! happy birthday mea!)

every holiday, we return home, feeling less than rested and wishing we didn't have to house-hop every year...
but hosting a holiday in our itsy-bitsy house would be less than ideal, so i think we'll stick to small dinner parties and get-togethers for a few more years. i just wish i had more time to put on little parties. i love the planning, the invites, menu planning, setting a mood with little thoughtful touches...but with a full-time job and a busy life, we don't entertain as much as we would like, and when we do, it turns into uber-casual hang-out sessions with friends.
one day i will have the time to make grown-up parties with all my grown-up friends.
until then, we will bake some cookies, order a pizza and call it a day.

home away from home

i've been meaning to post this for a while...about my workspace at brulant...i spend the majority of my days in this little pod. they don't call them cubes, because that's really not what they are...they're bright and spacious...with absolutely no privacy...but i really love it there.


if you're wondering whose face that is on the divider...i'll tell you, its steve jobs' wife. very inspirational i know!
i write this from home today...where i've worked most of the day after having a migraine. it's hard, but i always try to remind myself that there is a reason for everything, often of which we know nothing of. when i'm sickest, and most depressed, i try to remember that it could be so much worse...that i'm really extremely lucky to work at a company that is understanding, to have a job where i can make up hours in the evening or on the weekends, to have a husband who loves me for exactly who i am, and to have healthy days interspersed with the ones that hurt. some people don't get the blessing of any days where they feel good, and i do, and i thank god for that.
some people don't like getting up for work every day, but i am so lucky to get the chance to work with some of the most intelligent, creative and fun people i have ever met. i've worked in enough bad jobs to know that i am very lucky to work for such an innovative company. as much as i often find myself heavy with self-pity, i have a myriad of reasons to be thankful...one of which is my home away from home.

Monday, March 3, 2008

frightful and sweet

tonight i'm home alone.
i must say, i love my husband, but i thoroughly enjoy a night alone in the house.
i get the chance to get stuff done that i usually don't take the time to do,
i find myself savoring the chance to check small tasks off my to-do list.
i'm sure i've mentioned how gratifying that is for me...
well, tonight i found myself busy with random tasks...
too busy to answer the phone when my dad called.
i thought, i'm sure it's nothing, i'll call him back later, and let it ring.
well, the second time he called i though, hmmmm, i wonder if it's something important,
yet, the stubborn task-oriented person that i am, i ignored his call a second time as well.
guiltily i went back to work, anally finishing what i started...when the doorbell rang.
now, i am not a fearful person, but when it's dark and raining and i'm home alone...the idea of someone at my door
really freaks me out. we've had a couple of weirdos knock on our door before...the most memorable was the man that offered to mow our lawn at 10 pm at night without a lawn mower was the creepiest, and i thought of that when the doorbell rang tonight.
so, in my ultra-nervous and paranoid state, i grabbed what i was doing, tried to shush the dog and crept up stairs.
then the phone rang again and my heart started pounding...
it was my dad, with stalker phone call #3.
this time i answered it...he was standing in my driveway, small bag in hand...
he knew i was home, had called curtis first, and had stopped by to bring us some pastries from a local bakery.
he laughed at me for my paranoia and left me with fresh treats and a racing heart.
thanks dad, for turning my quiet night alone into a scene from a thriller.
i did enjoy the cookie though.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

small drops in big buckets

sitting in a busy coffee shop, dated music distracts me from my thoughts.
i order an iced decaf-uncharacteristic of my aversion to cold in winter
skips my thoughts ahead to summer.
reading of greece and wishing for palm beach-
we sit, foggy after many hours strung with budgeting, cleaning, wrapping our
heads around our finances. our priorities. our goals.
we have let things slip lately-
sliding through busy days-getting little done.
yet, when confronted with a person of the past, seeing our success, our progress
through their absent eyes,
i am reminded of how far we've come in a few short months.
we have been busy- much change has come about, and we can so easily forget where we've been.
what hurdles we've overcome, how much we've grown in light of how much is left to do-
how much time has been wasted-but,
we have come far, with a way to go still-
we make progress through tiny steps-
drops in big buckets.

 
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