Happy 2013!
As I sit here and try to think of what to say about this upcoming year and all the goals I would like to achieve...I'm overwhelmed. There is so much!
I'm sitting in bed. It's 8pm. B-ball hour {that glorious hour that Coaster Boy and Lulu go to practice and Briggs is asleep and I don't do anything but blog} It's my favorite hour. Well, one of my favorite hours. These last couple of days, I've felt overly full. I keep saying in my head, this is MY LIFE, I'M NOT DREAMING. Sounds so dumb and super lame. However, I've longed for these days for a very, very long time.
When Ari was little, I didn't work until she was 2. However, I was so lonely. Living alone, traveling all over the place. No friends, no instagram. My world was lonely! Although I treasure those years when it was just Ari and I, I'm not gonna lie they were hard! We moved back to Seattle and I started to work, for the 1st time since I graduated. I always felt a little void. I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing. I wasn't using me, for what God really had in store for me. I could feel it. I was settling for the easy. I needed easy. Every church service about finding your purpose really pulled at my heart strings. Or messages on calling, or taking steps of faith....for weeks after I would always question what I was doing, but did nothing about it. I continued to work, having too so I could pay bills and hating what I did. Although many years I worked with so many amazing people I think that covered over much of my unhappiness. The job with my amazing co-workers ended and I moved onto another role doing the same old thing {Executive Assistant} with different companies. Always knowing, this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. Heart strings being pulled. Slowly but strongly.
Years went by.
And over these years a lady, Traci... always reached out to me. I met her in a growth group from church. She asked me to be an ambassador for Fly Fitness (post here) and she emailed me when I was prego with Briggs that she didn't think I should go back to work and that I should teach at Fly. In my dreams I thought. I don't work out. I eat like crap. When people asked me if I worked out, it was kind of a joke. In my dreams people!
But that's my point exactly. In my dreams. I am dreaming. I am now officially teaching at Fly Fitness and I am a freaking fitness person. I'm living a daily life to better my health and my body. I am with Ari before and after school. I am here to wipe all of Briggs' poopy diapers! Dreamy right?
I took the leap. I finally listened to this lady who kept pursuing me. I was really freaking scared (still am) and I did it. I quit my job that I hated so much. That sucked the life out of me. I couldn't do it without Zeb. Honestly his support and encouragement is really what I needed. Yes, things are really different. Yes, we will be more careful with our pennies (what else is new?), and yes, I might just go crazy in a couple of months. But for now. I'm proud of myself. I don't think I've been proud of myself since...well my college graduation, but I was knocked up and hiding it so I know I wasn't that proud.
I'm so grateful that I'm here. That I am living this dream. Not a dream in a huge house or driving a brand new car, wearing clothes that are fancy. A simple dream, that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. That I'm helping others. To have healthier hearts. Stronger bodies. Clear minds. Is that a quote from Friday Night Lights?
I'm doing what I'm called to be doing. Finally. Finally. It's going to be a journey. And I have tons to learn. But I'm proud of where I am at. And what's to come.
Here's to 2013. For taking those leaps of faith. For becoming a better you. For doing something you never thought you could. Even if it's pea sized. It doesn't matter. Seriously. If I can do it, you sure as heck can.
xo
Thank you Steve Jobs for your endless {amazing} quotes about money. following your heart and living your best life. If you need some inspiration, just google steve jobs quotes.
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Friday, January 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Holy
Life update!
I gave my notice to the corporate world. Friday. I did it.
I had crazy mixed emotions. I went back and forth on the subject so many times. Coaster Boy (and others) heard every analogy and reasoning and questioning and frustration I had in the last month we've been knowing I was going to give my notice. Am I making the right decision? Am I ever going to be able to get back in the corporate world? Are my kiddos going to drive me crazy? Am I going to drive my kids crazy? Will we ever retire? Will I be able to teach TRX? Can I do this? Can we really do this?
But, I did it. It wasn't easy. After being offered a huge opportunity, I stuck to my guns. And I can't tell you how good it feels.
My heart honestly feels healthier...less stress. More happy. Less B-S'ing. More happy. Less faking. More happy.
So my last day at Amazon is Dec. 14th. Holy H - E double hockey sticks. I'm scared, I'm not gonna lie.
So here's to new beginning and probably lots more or maybe way less mommy blog post.
All for these two little lovers.
xoxo
I gave my notice to the corporate world. Friday. I did it.
I had crazy mixed emotions. I went back and forth on the subject so many times. Coaster Boy (and others) heard every analogy and reasoning and questioning and frustration I had in the last month we've been knowing I was going to give my notice. Am I making the right decision? Am I ever going to be able to get back in the corporate world? Are my kiddos going to drive me crazy? Am I going to drive my kids crazy? Will we ever retire? Will I be able to teach TRX? Can I do this? Can we really do this?
But, I did it. It wasn't easy. After being offered a huge opportunity, I stuck to my guns. And I can't tell you how good it feels.
My heart honestly feels healthier...less stress. More happy. Less B-S'ing. More happy. Less faking. More happy.
So my last day at Amazon is Dec. 14th. Holy H - E double hockey sticks. I'm scared, I'm not gonna lie.
So here's to new beginning and probably lots more or maybe way less mommy blog post.
All for these two little lovers.
xoxo
Friday, September 21, 2012
sim/stim
Prasad: Where is Murray?
Me: He's in his all day stimulation meeting?
Prasad: Stimulation? Simulations meeting?
Me: Yes, his simulation meeting.
Still giggling to myself.
I think my bosses get together and make fun of the things I say. I like to think that is why they want me around so much!
Me: He's in his all day stimulation meeting?
Prasad: Stimulation? Simulations meeting?
Me: Yes, his simulation meeting.
Still giggling to myself.
I think my bosses get together and make fun of the things I say. I like to think that is why they want me around so much!
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Emo Momma Update
Ok, so you all know I've had a really hard time going back to work. I was going to give my two week notice the first monday of my return since they weren't going to let me WFH a couple days a week. So things changed. I came to my senses. I had the kiddos covered the entire month of September. I started thinking about retirement again. And going on family vacations. And I guess kind of loosing my corporate knowledge (dumb, but true). Soooo I'm working until I can find another job that is more flexible or they come to their senses and let me WFH a day or two a week.
Everyday I have different emotions. Let's all say it together: EMO.
I know, I know. I'm such a diva.
Yesterday, our Briggs/Ari sitter told me that my job is simply fundraising. Fundraising for the things we really want to do in life. WHAT THE WHAT. It all kind of just clicked and I was like, YES...today I'm going to print copies and move meetings and try to squeeze 250 SDE's in a area seated for 175. And I'll wait five minutes for an elevator to go pump in a room that is already booked for 30 mins. I'll stinkin pay to park and get over a bridge. It's ALL for funds for ME, for US. For the fam bam.
This morning I had to text my little love muff, Tanya (my beloved friend AND co-worker, we go way back) while sitting on Mercer for 15 minutes to print copies for me so that someone had their 7 copies for their 9am meeting....because they of course don't know how to push the print button...BUT I don't want them to learn how to push the print button cuz then my funds for fundraising wouldn't be there. See what I'm getting at? Am I drinking? NO!
Today, shortly after telling T aka love muff aka Tanya ake A taste of T about the fundraising thing she brought me this:
She is one of a kind. I'm so grateful for her.
Sorry for the emos peeps. xoxo
Everyday I have different emotions. Let's all say it together: EMO.
I know, I know. I'm such a diva.
Yesterday, our Briggs/Ari sitter told me that my job is simply fundraising. Fundraising for the things we really want to do in life. WHAT THE WHAT. It all kind of just clicked and I was like, YES...today I'm going to print copies and move meetings and try to squeeze 250 SDE's in a area seated for 175. And I'll wait five minutes for an elevator to go pump in a room that is already booked for 30 mins. I'll stinkin pay to park and get over a bridge. It's ALL for funds for ME, for US. For the fam bam.
This morning I had to text my little love muff, Tanya (my beloved friend AND co-worker, we go way back) while sitting on Mercer for 15 minutes to print copies for me so that someone had their 7 copies for their 9am meeting....because they of course don't know how to push the print button...BUT I don't want them to learn how to push the print button cuz then my funds for fundraising wouldn't be there. See what I'm getting at? Am I drinking? NO!
Today, shortly after telling T aka love muff aka Tanya ake A taste of T about the fundraising thing she brought me this:
She is one of a kind. I'm so grateful for her.
Sorry for the emos peeps. xoxo
Monday, August 27, 2012
Snips
Today.
6:30 B wakes up (hour early) play, eat, snuggle, smell his neck 20 times
7:30 A wakes
7:35 A and I eat hunny nut
8:00 Shower
8:40 depart for work
8:40 I'm feeling good. Today I'm not gonna cry
9:01 Stuck in mad traffic, get a really sweet email on facebook while parked on mercer and start to cry
9:40 Pull into work (after several f bomb text to Z and H)
9:55 Finally arrive at my desk after 5 levels of parking, two elevators, and three drops of visine
10:00 PUMP I'm starting to leak
10:25 finally logging on to my computer
11:00 Coffee with T (things are looking up)
11:20 - 1:00 Try to remember how to book meeting and conference rooms, move request, space plan...
1:00 take the stairs to the 11th floor to PUMP (im going to do this from now on)
1:30 Meet T and K for a fast lunch
2:15 Work
3:15 down 2 elevators, 5 garage levels, back to mercer
4:00 Home!!!!!!!!!!!!! B and A both up and happy. LOVE this.
4:10 Booby feed
4:40 Run to Petco for bday party gift (didn't have enough time for target, lucky ellie got a fish. found out about party yesterday)
5:00 Pick up gift wrap
5:15 Home solids for B
5:45 Off to soccer!!
6:00 Home (coaster boy is grocery shopping)
6:30 Give B a bath and snugs
7:00 Snuggle buggle my lover boy briggs
7:15 yummy salad out back with coaster boy. he's so good. mr. mom today
7:25 cobbler. thanks mom. and wash all my pumping equitment (third time today)
7:30 catch up on work while watching NY Med (new fav show) 1300 emails to go
9:05 Lulu gets home (ellie screamed when she got her fish...which reminds me, I need to email her mom and apologize...i hate fish).
9:25 Tuck my little lu into bed
9:40 facebook/insta/blog/stalk
10 start my bedtime routine
I am ready for tomorrow. My first full day back.
6:30 B wakes up (hour early) play, eat, snuggle, smell his neck 20 times
7:30 A wakes
7:35 A and I eat hunny nut
8:00 Shower
8:40 depart for work
8:40 I'm feeling good. Today I'm not gonna cry
9:01 Stuck in mad traffic, get a really sweet email on facebook while parked on mercer and start to cry
9:40 Pull into work (after several f bomb text to Z and H)
9:55 Finally arrive at my desk after 5 levels of parking, two elevators, and three drops of visine
10:00 PUMP I'm starting to leak
10:25 finally logging on to my computer
11:00 Coffee with T (things are looking up)
11:20 - 1:00 Try to remember how to book meeting and conference rooms, move request, space plan...
1:00 take the stairs to the 11th floor to PUMP (im going to do this from now on)
1:30 Meet T and K for a fast lunch
2:15 Work
3:15 down 2 elevators, 5 garage levels, back to mercer
4:00 Home!!!!!!!!!!!!! B and A both up and happy. LOVE this.
4:10 Booby feed
4:40 Run to Petco for bday party gift (didn't have enough time for target, lucky ellie got a fish. found out about party yesterday)
5:00 Pick up gift wrap
5:15 Home solids for B
5:45 Off to soccer!!
6:00 Home (coaster boy is grocery shopping)
6:30 Give B a bath and snugs
7:00 Snuggle buggle my lover boy briggs
7:15 yummy salad out back with coaster boy. he's so good. mr. mom today
7:25 cobbler. thanks mom. and wash all my pumping equitment (third time today)
7:30 catch up on work while watching NY Med (new fav show) 1300 emails to go
9:05 Lulu gets home (ellie screamed when she got her fish...which reminds me, I need to email her mom and apologize...i hate fish).
9:25 Tuck my little lu into bed
9:40 facebook/insta/blog/stalk
10 start my bedtime routine
I am ready for tomorrow. My first full day back.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Dear Ari & Briggs
The dreaded week arrived. And I've been totally putting off this post because, well, I can't even wrap my head around how to explain or write what it's like going back to work after having the last 5.5 months off with you two little chicken butts.
So I'm putting it plain and simple. I've cried everyday since I've gone back. Even today when I'm not even going to work. Anything can set me off into tears... turning into a crowded parking garage or getting a random text from someone saying, thinking about you or simply a song on the radio. I'm a crybaby. As a matter of fact, I'm teary just thinking about getting teary. But, that my little lovers is just a sign of where your momma's heart is at. Torn.
I'm not gonna lie. I've dropped the F bomb a lot the last week. I know, that isn't right. But I'm angry. And when momma's angry I swear. WEIRD. Lulu, I know that isn't my best word choice. Thank you (always) for that reminder.
I miss you guys. I know you miss me too. Ar, you told me last night before I tucked you in with tears in your eyeballs that you missed me becuase I make it loud in the house and Nonnie doesn't let you eat a lot of sugar (made me laugh and cry at the same time). Oh my little lulu bear, no one will ever let you eat as much sugar as I do...guarentee it.
Briggs, I think you are a little indifferent on the sitch. I get home, you look at me and smile then go right back to your toy or hands or grabbing your feet (yes! you can finally grab your toes #yogababy). I do know that you miss me a little because last night you woke up twice!! just to get some nuzzles with your momma. I'm ok with that. For realz...but let's not make that a nightly habit.
So my little angel babies. I'm heart broken. You see, Amazon loves ME so much they want me in their office every little single day of the week. Even with blood shot, puffy eyeballs.
This week I'm really, really, really going to try and not cry everyday. And be super positive. And know that this is just a dot (remember that crazy post) and that it's not always going to be like this.
So I'm putting it plain and simple. I've cried everyday since I've gone back. Even today when I'm not even going to work. Anything can set me off into tears... turning into a crowded parking garage or getting a random text from someone saying, thinking about you or simply a song on the radio. I'm a crybaby. As a matter of fact, I'm teary just thinking about getting teary. But, that my little lovers is just a sign of where your momma's heart is at. Torn.
I'm not gonna lie. I've dropped the F bomb a lot the last week. I know, that isn't right. But I'm angry. And when momma's angry I swear. WEIRD. Lulu, I know that isn't my best word choice. Thank you (always) for that reminder.
I miss you guys. I know you miss me too. Ar, you told me last night before I tucked you in with tears in your eyeballs that you missed me becuase I make it loud in the house and Nonnie doesn't let you eat a lot of sugar (made me laugh and cry at the same time). Oh my little lulu bear, no one will ever let you eat as much sugar as I do...guarentee it.
Briggs, I think you are a little indifferent on the sitch. I get home, you look at me and smile then go right back to your toy or hands or grabbing your feet (yes! you can finally grab your toes #yogababy). I do know that you miss me a little because last night you woke up twice!! just to get some nuzzles with your momma. I'm ok with that. For realz...but let's not make that a nightly habit.
So my little angel babies. I'm heart broken. You see, Amazon loves ME so much they want me in their office every little single day of the week. Even with blood shot, puffy eyeballs.
This week I'm really, really, really going to try and not cry everyday. And be super positive. And know that this is just a dot (remember that crazy post) and that it's not always going to be like this.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I'm grumpy, majorly.
- My car is leaking oil from within, they suggest we get rid of it(I was hoping Lu would drive that car)
- I can't go on my beloved grandma's 80's birthday cruise to the bahamas in Dec (I was thinking my dr. would let me)
- I've had a headache for three straight days (tried everything: caffine, tynenol, every candy bar, sushi, sleeping 12 hours)
- I'm wearing jeans that are too short (at least they button)
- My husband wants to kill me (literally)
- My daughter hid all her bras...(all 8 of them)
- Told my boss I'm knocked up (she asked me to create goals, really, now all of a sudden?!?!)
Pretty sure that is it. Feels like I'm forgetting something...
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
thanks google for your angry image.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A Co-Worker
Had me pick from a bunch of different cards on her desk. They all vary from relationships, finance, work, family, etc. They are called affirmation cards. Each card has a different message and is supposed to affirm you. FUN HUH?!??!?
I randomly selected
Wait for it, wait for it....
WORK.
My career is bursting with opportunities to express my creativity and passion.
Wow, and I was just about to buy a happy light.
I randomly selected
Wait for it, wait for it....
WORK.
My career is bursting with opportunities to express my creativity and passion.
Wow, and I was just about to buy a happy light.
OK then.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Week 17.
Holy Moly!
First week back after Winter Break.
We were a mess! But started out great!
Monday. Lunch made. New clothes. On time! 2011!
Slap-a-da-baasss
(she came home with only one glove)
Yes, those are jammie pants! We almost missed the bus...lunch not made.
New favorite coat...as you will see.
Lunch not made...cut finger. Late.
we made the bus.
MIRACLE.
After taking my car to the dealership and dealing with a shart, we made the bus!
Friday! So happy.
This was taken after school, at least I got it!
What a week.
102% on spelling.
We read Lulu and the Brontosaurus and Junie B Jones goes to 1st grade. Love these books!
Tomorrow is our 1st bball game.
Go Huskies.
my week wrapped up in a nut shell
Masquerading as a normal person day to day is exhausting.
~ unknown
~ unknown
I am telling you.
I am tired.
Very tired.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Spilling my guts
2 days before Christmas. 5 days before Ari's Birthday.
9 days before 2011.
I'm spilling my guts. I tend to do these on a whim. Or is it on a limb? Or is it when I have too much goin on in my big head. Tomato/banana.
Any who, I'm struggling with the giving I want and long to do but don't do it.
The time I put into things that simply don't matter.
The rush I put into my days, when it's not necessary.
Life is far too short. People are far too fragile and my days are far too important to worry...about the rush. The work. The mess.
So I'm concentrating on the value. On being valuable for valid reasons. For knowing when to stand my ground and let those around me waver on theirs. To do more. I know I can do more.
9 days before 2011.
I'm spilling my guts. I tend to do these on a whim. Or is it on a limb? Or is it when I have too much goin on in my big head. Tomato/banana.
Any who, I'm struggling with the giving I want and long to do but don't do it.
The time I put into things that simply don't matter.
The rush I put into my days, when it's not necessary.
Life is far too short. People are far too fragile and my days are far too important to worry...about the rush. The work. The mess.
So I'm concentrating on the value. On being valuable for valid reasons. For knowing when to stand my ground and let those around me waver on theirs. To do more. I know I can do more.
pic from weheartit
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Sancu-what?
Did you all watch the news? I'm getting lots of emails/text/facebook messages about today. I love you all.
A hard week to say the least.
As my Meemaw always says
"This too will pass, Meg"
xoxo
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Just a dot...
Do you remember where you were 6 years ago? What you were going through? The things that were going on in your heart/mind?
I remember. I had just moved back to my home town after being gone for 6 years. I packed my entire life and my little 18 month year old Lulu into my car and a Uhaul and drove away from a life in AZ. 6 years later...I look back at it and wonder how the heck I did it all! I now realize it was just a dot. Just a tiny dot on the line of my life.
The things that were brewing in my life 6 years ago, the painful, crappy, sad, depressing things that hurt so bad are long and distant memories. A dot. A dot that no doubt shaped me, broke me and turned me a little bitter and angry...but somehow etched my heart to be a little softer today.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all have little things in our lifes, I like to call them dots (thanks Ryan Meeks) that seem HUGE on the daily, but years later we realize they aren't that huge or maybe they are enoremous at the time and we wonder how we will ever get through them. But those things/dots shaped the shit out of us. And I say shit because it is/was, and that stuff makes us who we are.
So today, I'm holding onto "it's just a dot". And I'm so thankful that it's just a dot.
And most importantly my 9-5 does not mold me. I won't let it. It's not my calling.
I'm living proof that, it is just a dot.
xoxo.
sorry for the intense emotions here people...
I remember. I had just moved back to my home town after being gone for 6 years. I packed my entire life and my little 18 month year old Lulu into my car and a Uhaul and drove away from a life in AZ. 6 years later...I look back at it and wonder how the heck I did it all! I now realize it was just a dot. Just a tiny dot on the line of my life.
The things that were brewing in my life 6 years ago, the painful, crappy, sad, depressing things that hurt so bad are long and distant memories. A dot. A dot that no doubt shaped me, broke me and turned me a little bitter and angry...but somehow etched my heart to be a little softer today.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all have little things in our lifes, I like to call them dots (thanks Ryan Meeks) that seem HUGE on the daily, but years later we realize they aren't that huge or maybe they are enoremous at the time and we wonder how we will ever get through them. But those things/dots shaped the shit out of us. And I say shit because it is/was, and that stuff makes us who we are.
So today, I'm holding onto "it's just a dot". And I'm so thankful that it's just a dot.
And most importantly my 9-5 does not mold me. I won't let it. It's not my calling.
I'm living proof that, it is just a dot.
xoxo.
sorry for the intense emotions here people...
6 years ago
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