Sunday, September 18, 2011

The best laid plans give way to better plans

I have a really busy week ahead and needed to have a very productive weekend in advance of it. Things to do included:

  • Buy plates at Target.
  • Grocery shop for life.
  • Grocery shop for book club potluck.
  • Read my stack of magazines.
  • Sort mail.
  • Switch out summer and fall clothes.
  • Clean bathroom.
  • Clean room.
  • Clean kitchen.
  • Clean living/dining room.
  • Make a skirt.
  • Make a bracelet.
  • Buy other stuff for book club potluck.
  • Prepare for brother's visit this weekend.
Of all the items on that list, exactly zero got done. Zero. While I don't often get all my to do items done, I damn well get at least one done. But nope, just the zero this weekend. Instead I:
  • Hung out, shopped, and ate Bojangles with Gloria.
Thumbs up for her first taste of Bojangles
  • Slept late on Saturday morning.
  • Ate a candy bar for breakfast.
  • Pulled out my fall clothes and went through them but didn't unpack or put them away.
  • Went to a concert with Shana.
Avett Brothers. I am now a fan for life.
  • Slept late on Sunday morning.
  • Stayed trapped in my bedroom due to a suicidal mouse in my living room. (More on this later.)
  • Ate a cup of hash browns for lunch.
  • Took a two-hour nap on couch.
  • Started to make the skirt but stopped.
  • Ordered pizza.
  • Watched the Emmys.
  • Painted nails with gray and glitter to usher in fall.
  • Wrote this blog post and realized just how completely insane this week is going to be.
  • Had no regrets because sometimes a girl just needs her friends, some sleep, and candy for breakfast.

What Not To Say On A Date #4


Photo source.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

In which I complain about numbers

My current work project involves economic and business processes. Or, more simply, my current work project involves numbers. Lots of numbers. And formulas. And math. I'm a word person. Give me numbers and I shut down and can barely remember my own name.

Let me break it down a bit more. In high school I got As. That's it. From freshman to junior year, six classes a year, four report cards a year, an A for every one of them. That's 72 As. Senior year, block schedule, four report cards, eight classes, 28 more As. What's that, there are two As missing? Why yes, and not just because I'm bad at math. But because the first half of the last semester of my senior year I got...a C. In AP Calculus. It still hurts.

As you might imagine, as someone who not only got 100 As but still remembers them 10 years later, I was more Ms. Neurotic Over-Achieving Basketcase than Ms. Easygoing. Thus the C did not go over well. My parents didn't even have to punish me because I was so hard on myself. But I raised C to a B and wept with joy because it really was that difficult for me and I was grateful just for the B.

Needless to say, I haven't really shined the past few weeks. I have, however, cried, panic attacked, pulled hair, and whined. A lot. I've also started taking what I call "word breaks," where I do something that involves my first love. I write a blog post or an email or, my new favorite, slip out of the office for 15 minutes to read. I come back happy, refreshed, and ready to tackle those numbers! Yeah, not quite, but there are significantly fewer tears after a word break.

There's a small church and cemetery near my office with ample shade and stone benches that is a great place to get away for a few minutes. This is where I've been taking most of my reading breaks.

View from my favorite bench.

Pretty day.

Most recent reading material: Stranger than Fiction by Chuck Palahniuk.

Cute sign by drinking fountain.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A few more Wednesday words

Today's earlier Wednesday Words were from the Rolling Stones documentary I'd blogged about before. Since then I've expanded my Rolling Stones catalogue and have come to really rely on a number of their songs. One of my favorites is "You Can't Always Get What You Want." This really hits home because, well, I always want to get what I want. I can't think of anyone who doesn't want to get what they want. But since sometimes I'll pursue what I want to an obsessive degree and/or at the expense of others, the song serves as a good reminder to calm the eff down.

When I saw this print on Pinterest -- that also perfectly matched my room -- I pinned it, printed it, framed it, and hung it. Now I have a constant reminder that my way isn't the only way or the best way. Hooray.


What it looks like on the shelf. (Along with my MTM-inspired "B;" a crown picture frame with a postcard photo of Queen Elizabeth and the Queen Mother; a diamond paper weight; and the Tiffany-blue book "Stuff Every Woman Should Know.")


And what it looks like in the context of my room. (Please also note the pink pillows with bows that I just made; I'm kind of proud of them.) For the sake of honesty in blogging, while I do make my bed and arrange my pillows every day, they don't usually look that good at 10:00 at night.


I think the location of this new mantra beside my other mantra, "keep calm and carry on," is a good combination.

Wednesday Words

"We're both pretty lousy but together
we're better than ten others."

-Keith Richards discussing he and Ronnie Wood,


Sunday, September 11, 2011

10 Years

View from Home
Goldsboro, NC
September 11, 2001

We took this picture from the front porch of my parents' home because we thought the sky looked like the colors of the flag. I still remember, of course, many things about that day. Learning about the attack in second period computer class. Feeling cold immediately and my best friend coming up behind me and giving me a hug because we both just needed it. Going home and watching Peter Jennings for hours and hours. Standing on the porch and seeing this view.

One year later I was a freshman at UNC and went to a candlelight vigil in the Pit. Five years later I was in London and forced myself to leave my flat and take the bus and the tube so "they" wouldn't win. Now ten years later I'm in a city that was on the front line then and still is now. I stayed closed to this home today because I had stuff to get done and football games to watch. (Though I did run a few errands to make sure "they" didn't win.")

It's always been hard for me to think about that day and not think about all the stuff that followed. The invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq. The trampling of freedoms under the guise of patriotism. The religious and ethnic stereotyping. But reading remembrances this week and watching the memorial services today, seeing the names of victims and watching their loved ones grieve, all that other stuff faded away and it was just them. Just them and their stories and sacrifices. Just as it should be.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Things I Should Stop Buying: Flats

I previously wrote about my cardigan problem. (Which I have not stopped buying, by the way.) Now let me introduce my flats problem.


That's 7 pairs of black flats and 12 pairs of other flats. At this point, it qualifies as an addiction. But an addiction that came about for a few good reasons because I:
  1. Like them.
  2. Can't walk in heels.
  3. Need to make up for lost time. When Sam & Libby flats were all the rage in the early 90s, my high arches prevented me from wearing them. The effects of not being able to wear what I wanted, when I wanted, still linger. (Though Mom did eventually find me a pair that worked. But they weren't Sam & Libby and the actual name escapes me as Daddy always called them Fred & Barney.)
So, really, blame my childhood and genetics (height, poor balance, high arches) on the fact that at 27 I now own almost 20 pairs of the same kind of shoes.

Fountain Friday


Rose Garden Fountain
Hershey Gardens
Hershey, Pennsylvania

While in Hershey last weekend, Brandie and I visited Hershey Gardens, located on a hill by the Hotel Hershey. The gardens were a nice size with a great variety of trees and flowers, especially roses. This fountain was located in the rose garden. I love when there are random water features in ponds; every pond should have one. This one was just lovely, no other words needed. (Though, given the size of the gardens, there really should have been more than one fountain. But I'll let it slide as the focus was on the flowers and trees, as it should be I suppose.)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Wednesday Words

"People live their lives, knowing the interior of their existence, and can only compare it to the exteriors of the lives of others."

Amish Buggy
Lancaster, Pennsylvania