Whew! We made it through the challenge. I, unfortunately, did skip 3 days which was unintentional, but this is the most I've blogged consistently and I enjoyed it. Thanks Katie for setting up everything - especially the link up.
Okay, on to the question. Well, if you've been following this blog for awhile you probably know that I am not loving life right now. Dude's death has been the most life altering and tragic event of my entire life. Getting into law school (Not in yet. I'll know in August) has been an unnecessary struggle that has brought out determination, persistence, and perseverance in me that I never knew I had. My parents' health issues have forced me to take control of emergency situations and remain calm and stable. All of these unfortunate situations have brought out a different part of me. More strength. More resilience. More confidence. More determination. More boldness. More persistence and perseverance. More love. More gratitude. More prayer. More support from my friends and my family -- even from my prospective law schools.
Life is not the brightest these days. It's not all that smooth. But... I am learning about myself. I am pushing myself beyond my limits. I am leaning on God. I am determined not to give up on anything. And all of those are good things. Do I love that all of these scary and tragic situations have brought me to this place? Nope. But, I am making the most of them and becoming a better me. That's something to love.
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Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Day 29: My Favorite Performance or Show
First of all, I apologize for skipping yesterday. We had terrible thunderstorms in DC and the power was knocked out until about an hour ago. It turns out our neighborhood power outage was caused by a tree in my parents' front yard. Ooops! It's technically not our fault because the city is expected to maintain this tree, but anyway, we are real popular in the neighborhood right now. Not!
Anyway, so my picking my favorite show or performance is very difficult. I think the first concert I went to was Celine Dion in seventh grade. But my parents also tell stories of taking me to see orchestras and my pretending to be the conductor throughout the performance. I have always loved music from a very early age.
As a gift to my parents (and myself) I get them a subscription to the Kennedy Center, our main performing arts center in DC. This means we get to see about 6 or 7 shows a year. Just last week in fact, we went to see "Anything Goes". It was really fantastic, but not my favorite show. I think my favorite show might be "Memphis". "Memphis" is based on the story of this white DJ, Dewey, who was one of the first white DJs to play black music in the 1950s. I grew up loving Motown and am the daughter of a white mother and black father, so that might be one reason why I love this show. It did win a Tony for Best Musical in 2010, so obviously, I am not the only one who enjoys this show. I have seen it on Broadway as well as in DC and I'd see it again.
If you get the opportunity, check this out. You won't be disappointed.
Anyway, so my picking my favorite show or performance is very difficult. I think the first concert I went to was Celine Dion in seventh grade. But my parents also tell stories of taking me to see orchestras and my pretending to be the conductor throughout the performance. I have always loved music from a very early age.
As a gift to my parents (and myself) I get them a subscription to the Kennedy Center, our main performing arts center in DC. This means we get to see about 6 or 7 shows a year. Just last week in fact, we went to see "Anything Goes". It was really fantastic, but not my favorite show. I think my favorite show might be "Memphis". "Memphis" is based on the story of this white DJ, Dewey, who was one of the first white DJs to play black music in the 1950s. I grew up loving Motown and am the daughter of a white mother and black father, so that might be one reason why I love this show. It did win a Tony for Best Musical in 2010, so obviously, I am not the only one who enjoys this show. I have seen it on Broadway as well as in DC and I'd see it again.
If you get the opportunity, check this out. You won't be disappointed.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Day 27: My Pets
Sorry to post so late. I am sick and have a headache the size of Texas. Being sick in the summer is really no fun, but I am at my parents' house. That means our dogs are the best nurses.
We have two dogs: a four year old Westie named Zoe and a 2 year old Wired Fox Terrier named Phoebe. Zoe has shown me that I am going to be an overprotective mother. I found Zoe online and had to do all of this research to make sure she was from a legitimate breeder and not a puppy mill. I don't think I've ever done so much research in my life. I felt like I was playing detective trying to find out all of the facts. It turns out she was legit, so I made plans to bring her to DC from Kansas. That was quite a trip in itself!
In order to bring Zoe to the East Coast, I had to purchase a ticket in Pet Class on Delta. She had quite the trip. She left her birth city and drove 3 hours to get to the airport. Then she flew from Kansas City to Dallas. Zoe had a two hour layover in Dallas (I was so nervous they'd forget to put her on the plane!), and then embarked on the last leg to DC. When she got to DC, we met her in baggage claim. One of the airline employees brought her out and she was perfect -- happy, healthy, and clean. We weren't sure what to name her out of three names. Upon presenting the names to the baggage handler, he said "She looks like a Zoe!" He was right and that was her name.
Zoe is a beautiful dog with a laid back personality. I think that's how she survived the plane ride so well.
Phoebe is a different story. Phoebe originally lived across the street from my parents. She was the "daughter" of a gay couple, Mike and Gerardo. Mike flew to Chicago and back in one day to get Phoebe. Mike and Gerardo worked everyday, so my mom would go and get Phoebe to play with Zoe during the day. One day, they didn't call to come and get her and Phoebe stayed at our house for 5 days!! Dad decided to walk her across the street (home) and told them that if they didn't have time to take care of her, we would take her! They thought about it for a day or two and then she officially became ours. This was huge news because my dad's motto was always "One wife. One daughter. One dog. " Now he has two dogs! As far as I know, he doesn't have two wives or daughters. :)
Phoebe is wild and crazy and spunky. She is the opposite of Zoe. The drive each other crazy and are a joy to us. We are so happy to have both of them as a part of our family.
We have two dogs: a four year old Westie named Zoe and a 2 year old Wired Fox Terrier named Phoebe. Zoe has shown me that I am going to be an overprotective mother. I found Zoe online and had to do all of this research to make sure she was from a legitimate breeder and not a puppy mill. I don't think I've ever done so much research in my life. I felt like I was playing detective trying to find out all of the facts. It turns out she was legit, so I made plans to bring her to DC from Kansas. That was quite a trip in itself!
In order to bring Zoe to the East Coast, I had to purchase a ticket in Pet Class on Delta. She had quite the trip. She left her birth city and drove 3 hours to get to the airport. Then she flew from Kansas City to Dallas. Zoe had a two hour layover in Dallas (I was so nervous they'd forget to put her on the plane!), and then embarked on the last leg to DC. When she got to DC, we met her in baggage claim. One of the airline employees brought her out and she was perfect -- happy, healthy, and clean. We weren't sure what to name her out of three names. Upon presenting the names to the baggage handler, he said "She looks like a Zoe!" He was right and that was her name.
Zoe is a beautiful dog with a laid back personality. I think that's how she survived the plane ride so well.
Phoebe is a different story. Phoebe originally lived across the street from my parents. She was the "daughter" of a gay couple, Mike and Gerardo. Mike flew to Chicago and back in one day to get Phoebe. Mike and Gerardo worked everyday, so my mom would go and get Phoebe to play with Zoe during the day. One day, they didn't call to come and get her and Phoebe stayed at our house for 5 days!! Dad decided to walk her across the street (home) and told them that if they didn't have time to take care of her, we would take her! They thought about it for a day or two and then she officially became ours. This was huge news because my dad's motto was always "One wife. One daughter. One dog. " Now he has two dogs! As far as I know, he doesn't have two wives or daughters. :)
Phoebe is wild and crazy and spunky. She is the opposite of Zoe. The drive each other crazy and are a joy to us. We are so happy to have both of them as a part of our family.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Day 25: My Grief Playlist
Dealing with Dude's death has been hard -- unbearable, at times. Music has helped a lot. Oftentimes, songs have said the words that I can't even begin to speak. Here is a list of my favorites:
- I Think Of You - Easton Corbin
- Why - Rascal Flatts
- One Sweet Day - Mariah Carey
- Bye Bye - Mariah Carey
- Never Forget You - Mariah Carey
- I Look To You - Whitney Houston
- I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston
- When I Look To The Sky - Train
- Everything Falls Apart - Fee
- Lovin' You Is Fun - Easton Corbin
- The Hurt and the Healer - MercyMe
- Save a Place for Me - Matthew West
- Before the Morning - Josh Wilson
- Over You - Miranda Lambert
- Didn't We Almost Have It All - Whitney Houston
- Long Way Home - Steven Curtis Chapman
- My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion (I used to hate this song. Not anymore.)
- Bridge Over Troubled Waters - Various artists
- See you Again - Carrie Underwood
- Rainin' You - Brad Paisley
- Can't Say Goodbye - Josh Gracin
Monday, June 24, 2013
Day 24: The Town I Live In
I'm not trying to brag, but I honestly feel so blessed to live in the town I live in. I grew up in Alexandria, Virginia and still live here today. Alexandria is about 15 minutes outside of Washington, DC. I think it is one of the best places to raise a family. Alexandria has a small town feel, but it is right outside of the Nation's capital with all of it's history, culture, political power and diversity.
Old Town Alexandria, where I live, is not without history of it's own. It was founded in 1749 and was the home of George Washington and Robert E. Lee, Jim Morrison and Mama Cass. Old Town is on the water and served as one of the ten busiest ports in America trading tobacco. I learned this little fact when I googled interesting facts about Alexandria for this post. But, my how times have changed, because now all of the restaurants in Alexandria are smoke free! Thank goodness!
Old Town is full of restaurants and shops. I can sometimes get in big trouble because I can walk to all of the stores I want to shop at. There are a mix of boutiques and mainstream stores like Loft, Anthropologie, Francesca's, Banana Republic, and Gap. We also have three ice cream shops and three cupcake places. Let's just say I can come home a little heavier with a lighter wallet :)
Being that Old Town is historic, the town is supposedly haunted. We have two ghost tours that you can take while you are here. Apparently, someone found a head in the alley right by my condo many years ago. On Halloween, people go and look for the "ghost" of the head. Weird. Creepy. I don't do it. I've never seen anyone do it. I don't want to know.
If ever in the DC area, you shop hop over the river to Old Town, Alexandria. You'll have a great time. Let me know you're here and I'll stop by to say hi!
I need to take more photos of my town. I don't have any really. I tried to download off of the internet and it wasn't working. But trust me, Old Town is beautiful. DC is beautiful. You should come visit!
Old Town Alexandria, where I live, is not without history of it's own. It was founded in 1749 and was the home of George Washington and Robert E. Lee, Jim Morrison and Mama Cass. Old Town is on the water and served as one of the ten busiest ports in America trading tobacco. I learned this little fact when I googled interesting facts about Alexandria for this post. But, my how times have changed, because now all of the restaurants in Alexandria are smoke free! Thank goodness!
Old Town is full of restaurants and shops. I can sometimes get in big trouble because I can walk to all of the stores I want to shop at. There are a mix of boutiques and mainstream stores like Loft, Anthropologie, Francesca's, Banana Republic, and Gap. We also have three ice cream shops and three cupcake places. Let's just say I can come home a little heavier with a lighter wallet :)
Being that Old Town is historic, the town is supposedly haunted. We have two ghost tours that you can take while you are here. Apparently, someone found a head in the alley right by my condo many years ago. On Halloween, people go and look for the "ghost" of the head. Weird. Creepy. I don't do it. I've never seen anyone do it. I don't want to know.
If ever in the DC area, you shop hop over the river to Old Town, Alexandria. You'll have a great time. Let me know you're here and I'll stop by to say hi!
Day 23: Videos I Love
I've realized one thing during this blog challenge. I don't use the internet to its full capacity. There's no way I can even think of naming a video I love on YouTube. I don't use it. At all really. I'm missing out I'm sure. I also wonder why I don't use it. I'm a big pop culture fan, so you'd think it'd be right up my alley. But, no. I guess I'll learn from the other bloggers participating in this challenge. I'll check out the videos they post. But, man! I'd better get with the program!
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Day 22: Website I Enjoy or Care About
I am not a big internet surfer. I check Facebook religiously. I catch up on my favorite blogs on bloglovin'. I don't have a website that I repeatedly go back to for a pick me up or something of substance. Throughout the day, I'll check CNN, the weather, cruise travel websites for good deals on my next adventure. But, I don't have any favorites. I think it is because I have a love hate relationship with the internet. I love that so much information is at my fingertips and that it is such an incredible communication device in itself. What I hate is that it can be a time waster and suck the life right out of you. So, I don't have a favorite. Is that lame? I don't know, but I today I don't care. It is beautiful outside, so I am going to step away from the computer and go sit at the pool.
Enjoy the day!
Enjoy the day!
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Day 20: Nicknames
OK, I missed Day 19 "What I miss". Apparently, I took that quite literally and just missed blogging the whole day! HA! Sorry.
Today's prompt is nicknames. Much to my mom's dismay, I have a ton of nicknames. I think she is the only one who calls me Jessica. More times than not, I will introduce myself as Jessica, but it never sticks these days. You can almost tell when a person met me based on what they call me. My pre-college friends usually refer to me as Jessica. My friends from college and after call me Jess.
True story: A friend of mine from college called my parents land line when I was home on break. Why they didn't call my cell phone, I don't know. But, anyway. They call my parents' house phone. Mom picks up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Is Jess there?"
"Who?"
"Jess?"
"Hmmmm who?"
"Jessica."
"Oh yeah, hold on"
My mom wasn't trying to be rude, Jess just doesn't compute in her mind. She truly didn't know who Jess was! She's not as bad now, but she says she can't call me Jess. She named me Jessica and that is what she will always call me. She tries Jess and just gets tripped up and ends up adding the -ica at the end!
My dad most often calls me Jessica or JB. He doesn't call me Jess either. Can't do it.
One nickname I can't stand is Jessie. I just do not like to be called Jessie. I know plenty of Jessicas that embrace this nickname. Not me. No. Never.
Other nicknames include Spark (my former boss and some of my colleagues call me this), Little B, Ethel (my best friend and I are both named Jessica, we loved "I Love Lucy" when we were young. She is Lucy. I am Ethel.), J-Bigs, Bigby, Blair, Crutchie, and I am sure there are a few more.
Bottom line: I rarely get called by my given name -- unless you are my mom!
Today's prompt is nicknames. Much to my mom's dismay, I have a ton of nicknames. I think she is the only one who calls me Jessica. More times than not, I will introduce myself as Jessica, but it never sticks these days. You can almost tell when a person met me based on what they call me. My pre-college friends usually refer to me as Jessica. My friends from college and after call me Jess.
True story: A friend of mine from college called my parents land line when I was home on break. Why they didn't call my cell phone, I don't know. But, anyway. They call my parents' house phone. Mom picks up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Is Jess there?"
"Who?"
"Jess?"
"Hmmmm who?"
"Jessica."
"Oh yeah, hold on"
My mom wasn't trying to be rude, Jess just doesn't compute in her mind. She truly didn't know who Jess was! She's not as bad now, but she says she can't call me Jess. She named me Jessica and that is what she will always call me. She tries Jess and just gets tripped up and ends up adding the -ica at the end!
My dad most often calls me Jessica or JB. He doesn't call me Jess either. Can't do it.
One nickname I can't stand is Jessie. I just do not like to be called Jessie. I know plenty of Jessicas that embrace this nickname. Not me. No. Never.
Other nicknames include Spark (my former boss and some of my colleagues call me this), Little B, Ethel (my best friend and I are both named Jessica, we loved "I Love Lucy" when we were young. She is Lucy. I am Ethel.), J-Bigs, Bigby, Blair, Crutchie, and I am sure there are a few more.
Bottom line: I rarely get called by my given name -- unless you are my mom!
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Day 18: The Professional Bridesmaid
I feel like a professional bridesmaid. I have been a bridesmaid 10 times. I consider this a compliment because the bride doesn't ask just anyone to be in her wedding. She asks only those closest to her. The number of colored dresses that hang in my closet are a testament to my ability to maintain friendships. I actually "pride" myself on this. My friends are as important to me as my family, so I put forth great effort in my friendships. I am only child, so my friends truly are like my brothers and sisters.
I began my job as a bridesmaid at age 7. I started out as flower girl, but the wedding took over a year to plan, so I was promoted from flower girl to junior bridesmaid. I was only 7, but I can pretty much tell you every detail of this wedding, and to this day, it remains the best one I've ever attended. I'm hoping my own wedding will dethrone it, but for now, hands down, the best! I was a bridesmaid in my aunt's wedding when I was a tween, and then my career as a professional bridesmaid really took off in my 20s. I've even been kicked out of a wedding! That's a story for another day.
My duties as a professional bridesmaid have included selecting the engagement ring -- talk about nerve wracking, throwing the engagement party, the bridal shower, the bachelorette party, shielding the bride from drama between bridesmaids, supporting the bride when she asks one of her maids not to attend the wedding, calming the nerves of the bride, arguing with the wedding planner, holding up the dress so the bride could go to the bathroom, wiping away tears, signing the marriage license, spending hours cutting photos and stuffing them into photo coasters (never again!), putting together scrapbooks, decorating the rehearsal dinner space, wearing unattractive dresses, planning special surprises just for the bride, and all in all, doing whatever the bride wants. The bride who kicked me out of her wedding would disagree with this statement, but I take my bridesmaid/maid of honor duties very seriously.
I enjoy being a bridesmaid, but look forward to the day I am the one in the white dress!
I began my job as a bridesmaid at age 7. I started out as flower girl, but the wedding took over a year to plan, so I was promoted from flower girl to junior bridesmaid. I was only 7, but I can pretty much tell you every detail of this wedding, and to this day, it remains the best one I've ever attended. I'm hoping my own wedding will dethrone it, but for now, hands down, the best! I was a bridesmaid in my aunt's wedding when I was a tween, and then my career as a professional bridesmaid really took off in my 20s. I've even been kicked out of a wedding! That's a story for another day.
My duties as a professional bridesmaid have included selecting the engagement ring -- talk about nerve wracking, throwing the engagement party, the bridal shower, the bachelorette party, shielding the bride from drama between bridesmaids, supporting the bride when she asks one of her maids not to attend the wedding, calming the nerves of the bride, arguing with the wedding planner, holding up the dress so the bride could go to the bathroom, wiping away tears, signing the marriage license, spending hours cutting photos and stuffing them into photo coasters (never again!), putting together scrapbooks, decorating the rehearsal dinner space, wearing unattractive dresses, planning special surprises just for the bride, and all in all, doing whatever the bride wants. The bride who kicked me out of her wedding would disagree with this statement, but I take my bridesmaid/maid of honor duties very seriously.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Day 17: What I Am Looking Forward To
I am most looking forward to looking like this again.
I was this thin six years ago. Then I went to Italy for 3 weeks and had more than one gelato a day. Then I had two major surgeries with no weight bearing for eight weeks. Then my best friend passed away and I turned to "grief eats" to get me through some of the toughest times. And wine. Wine would help me sleep when I couldn't even think about drifting into sweet dreams. And then. And then. And then. The excuses could go on and on, but excuses don't help you shed those pounds.
I only have 10 pounds to lose, but why does it always seem like it is so tough to lose the last 10 pounds?! It doesn't help that I have a sweet tooth the size of Texas!!
If only I could follow this advice, I'd be in great shape. I am working on it, but if you have any tips, please share! I can use all of the help I can get. I'm going to work really hard to drop those 10 pounds and keep them off for good. I look forward to feeling my best once again!
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Day 16: Something I am OCD about
When people put something other than cups in car cup holders I go crazy. I get so agitated over this. Cup holders are for cups. They are not for cell phones, spare keys, jewelry, sunglasses, gum, trash or anything else. Cups and cups only.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Day 15: My Dream House
If I had to pick any house as my dream house, I would pick this one:
This is the house used in the movie Father of the Bride (my favorite) and I love the inside of it, assuming the inside of the house in the movie is, indeed, the inside of this house. I also love the outside of it. It just looks like a home to me. One filled with warmth, love, and heartfelt memories. If it is my dream home, though, there are a few things I would change. To make it my dream home, I would
- move it to the East Coast. I am just not a California girl.
- put it in or close to a big city (Washington, DC. I'd probably place it in Alexandria, VA)
- put it on the river. I absolutely love the water, so my dream house would definitely be on the water.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Day 14: A Photo I Love
When pondering this question, this photo immediately came to mind. This is one of my favorite photos ever. It’s a little blurry, but just ignore that.
I simultaneously love and am totally freaked out by this photo.
I am an only child.
He is not my brother.
He is not my cousin.
He is not my parents’ long lost son.
He is not, in the least bit, related to me.
Joseph is a friend of mine.
But, we undoubtedly look like we could be brother and sister.
It freaks us out.
It freaks our families out.
Joseph has a sister. She doesn’t look anything like me.
I always wanted an older brother.
I love this photo.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Day 13: My Life Goals
I had trouble writing this post. At first, I was just going to list my life goals. The list includes, going to law school, having a happy and lifelong marriage, mothering children, making a difference in the world, being an inspiration to someone….
Then I realized some of these are completely out of my control. I want to make goals that I know are achievable. Consequently, my life goals are to be content in my circumstances and to trust God.
I have learned over the last year that life can change in an instant. I have learned that you can go from contentment to deep sorrow in a matter of seconds. I have learned to appreciate the little things in life. I have learned that sometimes you can do your best and still feel like you’ve failed. I have learned that I am not in control.
This past year has been full of sadness and struggle. Not just with the death of my very best friend, but with my parents’ health issues, and my ongoing law school saga. I’d think my life would make a pretty good soap opera these days. Just when things start to look up, something else happens and I just can’t seem to get ahead. It’s been rough. It’s been devastating. It’s been full of grief. It’s been ever changing. But, the one constant is that
God has been present amidst it all.
I never want to forget that.
I haven’t been happy. I am ready to let this grief and happiness co-mingle. I am ready for bright, sunny days – literally and figuratively. I also haven’t trusted God the way I should. I have been angry at Him. Frustrated. Sad. Confused. Worried. But He is still there.
So, my life goal is to be content and to trust in Him. I have a lot of work to do in this area, but that’s OK. I am not expected to be there right now. That’s why it is called a goal and not an accomplishment.
Then I realized some of these are completely out of my control. I want to make goals that I know are achievable. Consequently, my life goals are to be content in my circumstances and to trust God.
I have learned over the last year that life can change in an instant. I have learned that you can go from contentment to deep sorrow in a matter of seconds. I have learned to appreciate the little things in life. I have learned that sometimes you can do your best and still feel like you’ve failed. I have learned that I am not in control.
This past year has been full of sadness and struggle. Not just with the death of my very best friend, but with my parents’ health issues, and my ongoing law school saga. I’d think my life would make a pretty good soap opera these days. Just when things start to look up, something else happens and I just can’t seem to get ahead. It’s been rough. It’s been devastating. It’s been full of grief. It’s been ever changing. But, the one constant is that
God has been present amidst it all.
I never want to forget that.
I haven’t been happy. I am ready to let this grief and happiness co-mingle. I am ready for bright, sunny days – literally and figuratively. I also haven’t trusted God the way I should. I have been angry at Him. Frustrated. Sad. Confused. Worried. But He is still there.
So, my life goal is to be content and to trust in Him. I have a lot of work to do in this area, but that’s OK. I am not expected to be there right now. That’s why it is called a goal and not an accomplishment.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Day 12: I believe
I believe....
- Life is too short and fragile not to laugh and smile every day regardless of the circumstances.
- You should always eat cake on your birthday. Eat it for breakfast. Make it a la mode. However, whenever. Just do it.
- Using a water bottle or hairbrush as a microphone makes you sound better when singing.
- Dessert should be eaten at least once a week
- The beach calms the soul
- Dogs are often the best medicine
- God answers prayers
- In miracles
- Wine and cupcakes make almost anything better
- In treating everyone the way you want to be treated regardless of whether or not they can do anything for you.
- Drinking water while working makes you more effective (this is a little quirk of mine).
- You can never say “I love you” too many times to those who love you back.
- You can learn a great deal from those who are different than you.
- Traveling is not only fun, it is necessary for growth.
- Jesus is the son of God
- In myself
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Day 11: A Recent Photo
I don’t take many photos. That’s mostly because my hands are always occupied with my two canes. I love photos. Typically, you will find me bugging the people I am with to “take that. Get this!” If I do take a photo, I have to be sitting down. And, even then, the chances of it coming out straight are slim. My right hand does not turn over all the way, so the camera is never quite balanced. It is always a little crooked thanks to my disability. The bottom line is if you want your photo taken, I am not your go to person! I do, occasionally, get a good shot. This is one of them.
I took this photo of my parents on the beach in Aruba. I was laying on a lounge chair contemplating life and they walked up to me after a long walk on the beach. Since I was laying down, I was able to get this at an angle. I like it a lot. I think it really captures my parents’ personalities, their differences, their relationship, their love.
I took this photo of my parents on the beach in Aruba. I was laying on a lounge chair contemplating life and they walked up to me after a long walk on the beach. Since I was laying down, I was able to get this at an angle. I like it a lot. I think it really captures my parents’ personalities, their differences, their relationship, their love.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Day 10: My Biggest Fear
I always try to be as authentic as possible on this blog. When you have a disability, you get lots of stares and assumptions from people, so I’ve sort of learned not to pay attention to what other people think about me. With that said, though, I am human, and it does bother me to some degree. I am, in no way, completely immune to being affected by what others think of me. I preface that because I am sure some people are going to think my biggest fear is silly, but I’m just keepin’ it real on here.
My biggest fear is never getting married. I should clarify that to say not being in a happy marriage. I get proposals from homeless men on the street all the time. I am sure if I didn’t have high standards and wanted to settle, I could, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be married for the sake of being married. I don’t want to be married because it is what I am supposed to do in life. I want to be married because I want to share that deep love and bond with another person. Life is meant to be lived and shared and we are meant to be with another. I want to raise a family. I want to be my husband’s biggest fan. I want to love and support him and his family. I want to experience all of the peaks and valleys with the love of my life, my teammate. I know what it is like to have a deep connection and unbreakable bond with another person. I want that again – and then some more. Like a few kiddos and a dog, too. It’s my biggest fear because it is somewhat out of my control. If I’ve learned anything over the last year, it is that God is in control and I am not. That sounds so simple, but it is easy to forget when times are good. When deep sorrow and heartache enter the scene, the loss of control stares you dead in the face. I can certainly do things to help myself find the person I am going to marry, but ultimately, God is the best one to pick out my husband.
I wholeheartedly believe I will be married one day. But, what if I am wrong? I don’t want to be wrong. I don’t want to be alone, but I don’t want to settle for fear of being alone. I hope and pray that God brings my husband – and soon.
I look at my friends’ lives and feel so far behind sometimes. I know it is not all a bowl of cherries for them. In some cases, I see couples and think I do not want that. But, what I do want is a loving, lifelong relationship with the one God created for me.
I pray that is what God wants for me, too.
My biggest fear is never getting married. I should clarify that to say not being in a happy marriage. I get proposals from homeless men on the street all the time. I am sure if I didn’t have high standards and wanted to settle, I could, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be married for the sake of being married. I don’t want to be married because it is what I am supposed to do in life. I want to be married because I want to share that deep love and bond with another person. Life is meant to be lived and shared and we are meant to be with another. I want to raise a family. I want to be my husband’s biggest fan. I want to love and support him and his family. I want to experience all of the peaks and valleys with the love of my life, my teammate. I know what it is like to have a deep connection and unbreakable bond with another person. I want that again – and then some more. Like a few kiddos and a dog, too. It’s my biggest fear because it is somewhat out of my control. If I’ve learned anything over the last year, it is that God is in control and I am not. That sounds so simple, but it is easy to forget when times are good. When deep sorrow and heartache enter the scene, the loss of control stares you dead in the face. I can certainly do things to help myself find the person I am going to marry, but ultimately, God is the best one to pick out my husband.
I wholeheartedly believe I will be married one day. But, what if I am wrong? I don’t want to be wrong. I don’t want to be alone, but I don’t want to settle for fear of being alone. I hope and pray that God brings my husband – and soon.
I look at my friends’ lives and feel so far behind sometimes. I know it is not all a bowl of cherries for them. In some cases, I see couples and think I do not want that. But, what I do want is a loving, lifelong relationship with the one God created for me.
I pray that is what God wants for me, too.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Day 9: The Great Steak Dinner
Today, I am supposed to share a photo of my friends. Given that I have a lot of different groups of friends, I didn’t feel like searching for a bunch of photos only to risk leaving someone important out. Instead, I want to talk about just one of my friends, my college roommate, Meredith, also known by me as “Hoops” and our great steak dinner.
After being accepted to University of Richmond, I filled out my roommate questionnaire and prayed for a tall roommate. I wanted a tall roommate because I am so short and can’t reach anything up high. In the middle of the summer, I received my roommate assignment. All that was listed on the sheet was her name and where she was from: Meredith from Mt. Laurel, New Jersey. We talked on the phone to get to know each other a little bit and to divide up who would bring what for our dorm room. She seemed really nice and I was excited to meet her. Not once did either one of us ask what the other looked like. I guess that just wasn’t important.
On move-in day, this 6’3’’ beautiful woman with the longest legs walked through the threshold of my dorm room. I prayed for a tall roommate, but tall to me was 5’7’’. God came through big and gave me a woman taller than my father!! Not only is she tall, but she loves sports just as much as I do. She also really enjoyed listening to music and we had a morning ritual of jammin’ out to some tunes while getting ready every morning. We didn’t have the same classes or the same group of friends, but the two of us became fast friends. Our late night conversations before bed were often the best part of the day because we had so much to catch each other up on. Hoops was a wonderful roommate.
Sophomore year, we both decided to spread our wings and room with other people. We quickly realized that we missed being together and decided to room together for the remainder of our years on campus. We reunited and it felt so good.
At University of Richmond, all the roommates that lived together for four years received a steak dinner at the end of senior year. Since Meredith and I skipped one year, we were not eligible for the free steak dinner. We were always kind of bummed about this. A couple weeks ago, when she was in town, we decided to pretend like it was 2004 and go for our steak dinner.
We each had steak and then walked up to the cupcake place to grab some dessert.
Nothing tops off a wonderful day better than a cupcake. Duh!
Before we feasted, we hung out in my condo chatting. As we were about to walk out the door, I realized I should brush my hair to look a little more presentable. Meredith kindly offered to brush it for me. This is significant because Meredith would always do my hair for my big sorority functions. I guarantee you anytime my hair looked nice in college it was thanks to my roommate. The range of motion in my arm is somewhat limited, so consequently, so are my hairstyles. Meredith always wanted to make sure I looked my best and did my hair on many occasions.
A day with Meredith in town would not be complete without a little shopping. My condo is surrounded by shops, so we hopped into a few, purchased some goodies, and she headed on home.
I will always refer to Meredith as “my roommate”. I haven’t had another one since and would like to keep it that way.
After being accepted to University of Richmond, I filled out my roommate questionnaire and prayed for a tall roommate. I wanted a tall roommate because I am so short and can’t reach anything up high. In the middle of the summer, I received my roommate assignment. All that was listed on the sheet was her name and where she was from: Meredith from Mt. Laurel, New Jersey. We talked on the phone to get to know each other a little bit and to divide up who would bring what for our dorm room. She seemed really nice and I was excited to meet her. Not once did either one of us ask what the other looked like. I guess that just wasn’t important.
On move-in day, this 6’3’’ beautiful woman with the longest legs walked through the threshold of my dorm room. I prayed for a tall roommate, but tall to me was 5’7’’. God came through big and gave me a woman taller than my father!! Not only is she tall, but she loves sports just as much as I do. She also really enjoyed listening to music and we had a morning ritual of jammin’ out to some tunes while getting ready every morning. We didn’t have the same classes or the same group of friends, but the two of us became fast friends. Our late night conversations before bed were often the best part of the day because we had so much to catch each other up on. Hoops was a wonderful roommate.
Sophomore year, we both decided to spread our wings and room with other people. We quickly realized that we missed being together and decided to room together for the remainder of our years on campus. We reunited and it felt so good.
At University of Richmond, all the roommates that lived together for four years received a steak dinner at the end of senior year. Since Meredith and I skipped one year, we were not eligible for the free steak dinner. We were always kind of bummed about this. A couple weeks ago, when she was in town, we decided to pretend like it was 2004 and go for our steak dinner.
We each had steak and then walked up to the cupcake place to grab some dessert.
Before we feasted, we hung out in my condo chatting. As we were about to walk out the door, I realized I should brush my hair to look a little more presentable. Meredith kindly offered to brush it for me. This is significant because Meredith would always do my hair for my big sorority functions. I guarantee you anytime my hair looked nice in college it was thanks to my roommate. The range of motion in my arm is somewhat limited, so consequently, so are my hairstyles. Meredith always wanted to make sure I looked my best and did my hair on many occasions.
A day with Meredith in town would not be complete without a little shopping. My condo is surrounded by shops, so we hopped into a few, purchased some goodies, and she headed on home.
I will always refer to Meredith as “my roommate”. I haven’t had another one since and would like to keep it that way.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Day 8: One Happy Island
Today’s prompt is to share a place you have traveled to. I realized I didn’t share much about my trip to Aruba, so this is the perfect opportunity to reflect back on my trip a little bit. I travel a lot. My family and I try to go on an annual vacation, and then I typically take some time to get away with friends or to visit friends. This year, my family and I went to Aruba. We just wanted to be completely lazy and soak up the sun. That’s exactly what we did!
My parents and I have traveled to many islands and Aruba may be our favorite! In fact, at the end of the trip, we discussed that we may not go to another island again! That’s a bold statement, right? Here’s why:
1. NO RAIN: Aruba is a desert so it barely ever rains.
We have been on too many Caribbean vacations where we have encountered rain. Let me tell you, nothing is worse than going on vacation expecting to sit in the sun and on the beach all day only to be stuck in your hotel room thanks to torrential downpours. A little rain doesn’t keep us away from those beach chairs. We don our bathing suits and brave the droplets that fall from the sky. But, sun is sooo much better. Aruba promises sun for the majority of the year. There is wind. The wind can get intense, so you should pack a headband to tame that mane, but the wind will not keep you from enjoying the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the island.
2. You can drink the water. So often, we have traveled to islands where you have to use bottled water to brush your teeth because you can’t drink the water or you will get sick. That also means you can’t have salad or raw veggies so you feel like you are getting fatter by the minute. People often assume that it is OK to do whatever you want because you are in the hotel and the hotel wouldn’t want to get anyone sick. There is some truth to this, but still in the back of your mind, you hope that everything is filtered correctly and you won’t get sick. In Aruba, you don’t have to worry. The water is the cleanest and it tastes so good.
3. They speak English and take American money. In fact, Arubans speak four languages: English, Spanish, Dutch, and Papiamento. All fluently. I was quite impressed and felt dumb. I can barely speak two languages fluently.
4. It’s clean and beautiful. Just look at this!
We stayed at the RIU Palace Aruba, which I would highly recommend. It was smaller than the other RIU Palaces we have stayed at with only four restaurants that require reservations, but everything was beautiful and clean. The food was also very good. The drinks were loaded and these lightweights (my family) was often dumping a little off the top. And, the Aquazumba instructor was a sight to behold. (Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures of him. He did jump on top of me in the pool one day. I didn't mind.)
One day, we weren’t lazy beach bums and took a Jeep Safari tour of the island. It was amazing! We went off-roading in the desert, were flying all over the place, and I even had my teeth covered in dirt. Yes, it sounds gross, but life’s too short not to get covered in dirt sometimes.
We had a blast.
Aruba truly lives up to its slogan of "One Happy Island!"
My parents and I have traveled to many islands and Aruba may be our favorite! In fact, at the end of the trip, we discussed that we may not go to another island again! That’s a bold statement, right? Here’s why:
1. NO RAIN: Aruba is a desert so it barely ever rains.
2. You can drink the water. So often, we have traveled to islands where you have to use bottled water to brush your teeth because you can’t drink the water or you will get sick. That also means you can’t have salad or raw veggies so you feel like you are getting fatter by the minute. People often assume that it is OK to do whatever you want because you are in the hotel and the hotel wouldn’t want to get anyone sick. There is some truth to this, but still in the back of your mind, you hope that everything is filtered correctly and you won’t get sick. In Aruba, you don’t have to worry. The water is the cleanest and it tastes so good.
3. They speak English and take American money. In fact, Arubans speak four languages: English, Spanish, Dutch, and Papiamento. All fluently. I was quite impressed and felt dumb. I can barely speak two languages fluently.
4. It’s clean and beautiful. Just look at this!
We stayed at the RIU Palace Aruba, which I would highly recommend. It was smaller than the other RIU Palaces we have stayed at with only four restaurants that require reservations, but everything was beautiful and clean. The food was also very good. The drinks were loaded and these lightweights (my family) was often dumping a little off the top. And, the Aquazumba instructor was a sight to behold. (Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures of him. He did jump on top of me in the pool one day. I didn't mind.)
One day, we weren’t lazy beach bums and took a Jeep Safari tour of the island. It was amazing! We went off-roading in the desert, were flying all over the place, and I even had my teeth covered in dirt. Yes, it sounds gross, but life’s too short not to get covered in dirt sometimes.
We had a blast.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Day 7: My Favorite Film
Not only is the movie funny and endearing, we laughed extra hard because we felt like we could have been watching our lives played out on screen. I am very much the hopeless romantic Daddy’s girl. My dad is Steve Martin to a tee in this movie. If you know my dad really well, you know he doesn’t necessarily worry about money all that much, but he sure does talk like he does. He is always saying to Mom and I, “That cost HOW much! Do you see a money tree in the backyard?” We jokingly call my Dad the “chipper chicken” and I pray that he doesn’t get up at my wedding and say “This cost X dollars a plate. Be sure to eat up!” I know he would never, ever embarrass me or himself like that, but so many of the things “George Banks” does in this movie have us rolling because it is like watching my dad. Even he sees the character resemblance. Diane Keaton/”Nina Banks” also really resembles my mom. Of course my mom would not bat an eyelash at having swans at the wedding or thawing out the tulips with a hair dryer.
“Annie and Brian” even get married on my parents’ wedding anniversary, January 6.
We will only be so lucky if I end up with a wedding planner like Franc. And let’s hope my dad doesn’t accidentally wear a navy blue tux-aaaa-doe.
I am not one that can recite lines from movies. My best friend is queen of this, but really, I could care less. But, this movie. I have seen it so many times and it never gets old. I could probably singlehandedly recite the entire movie.
Without a doubt, my wedding day will be a very special day for my entire family. One of love and warmth and joy. And, if I am honest, my dad will probably do whatever I want to make it as special as possible. He will be the best Father of the Bride there ever was. But, I know we will reflect on this movie during the planning and on the actual day. His chipper chicken tendencies will undoubtedly emerge and he has even offered his vintage convertible to me – similar to the one “George” drives.
“Father of the Bride” started our family tradition of going to the movies on Christmas and it will always be special to us for more than that reason.
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