Day 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
This one's easy. So, so, so easy. The most precious moment of my entire existence. And you may be thinking, ooh, a song that reminds her of Katie's birth! Well, no. You see, as much as I love my daughter and her birth will be with me forever, there's an even more precious moment than that. Without my husband, Katie would not be here. So, instead of a song that reminds me of Katie's birth, I'm going with two songs from our wedding, the song from the ceremony that was playing while we took communion and the song we first danced to as husband and wife. :)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
30 Day Music Challenge - Day 06
Day 6 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
Okay, this one was difficult. I don't tend to associate songs with places, so I went with a general place, which could also be a time period, technically. Ready to transplant back to 1998? Junior High ... oh yeah, baby, I'm going there.
Okay, this one was difficult. I don't tend to associate songs with places, so I went with a general place, which could also be a time period, technically. Ready to transplant back to 1998? Junior High ... oh yeah, baby, I'm going there.
Monday, April 25, 2011
I'm losing it
At what point do you finally throw your hands up in the air, give up, and walk out? (For those concerned, this has nothing to do with my immediate family/household - I will never have intentions of walking out on my loves - my husband and daughter are my life)
I'm really struggling to find the words to say to someone (or, rather, a group of people). I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.
On one hand, if I just throw my words out there, carelessly but truthfully, people will be hurt. And pretty severely.
On the other hand, if I don't, I'm hurting. My family is hurting.
I'm struggling to find the balance. Niceties don't work. Subtleties don't work. With these people, it needs to be in their face. And they're the type of people who hold grudges, never let things go (one of the reasons we need to have this talk). It's not like I can say something, things will change and everything will be hunky-dorey. No, this will carry on and on.
It was one thing when there was really only one person who made her snide little remarks and passive-aggressive slaps to the face. But now others are getting involved. Others that I know can't come up with the ideas on their own, so they've got to be coming from somewhere.
It's beginning to be too much to handle.
I want to move.
I want to leave this town, this state and, sometimes, this country.
Not on my own, of course. I want to bring my beautiful little family (and my in-laws for that matter!)
I just don't understand how people who become a part of your life through marriage can love you more than the people who raised you, who share the same blood.
I'm really struggling to find the words to say to someone (or, rather, a group of people). I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.
On one hand, if I just throw my words out there, carelessly but truthfully, people will be hurt. And pretty severely.
On the other hand, if I don't, I'm hurting. My family is hurting.
I'm struggling to find the balance. Niceties don't work. Subtleties don't work. With these people, it needs to be in their face. And they're the type of people who hold grudges, never let things go (one of the reasons we need to have this talk). It's not like I can say something, things will change and everything will be hunky-dorey. No, this will carry on and on.
It was one thing when there was really only one person who made her snide little remarks and passive-aggressive slaps to the face. But now others are getting involved. Others that I know can't come up with the ideas on their own, so they've got to be coming from somewhere.
It's beginning to be too much to handle.
I want to move.
I want to leave this town, this state and, sometimes, this country.
Not on my own, of course. I want to bring my beautiful little family (and my in-laws for that matter!)
I just don't understand how people who become a part of your life through marriage can love you more than the people who raised you, who share the same blood.
30 Day Music Challenge - Day 05
Day 5 - A song that reminds you of someone
Okay, so this can get a little bit tricky. I could just as easily pick a song that reminds me of an ex (because, of course, every couple has "their" song), but I don't want to go there. So, instead, I'll pick a song that reminds me of a friend that I lost touch with awhile ago.
My friend Jena, beautiful, beautiful girl, was the first person to introduce me to Jack Johnson. The song? Bubbly Toes (imagine my excitement when Glee played it last week for Mike Chang to dance to!)
And, for your viewing pleasure, Mike Chang bustin' a move to Bubbly Toes
Okay, so this can get a little bit tricky. I could just as easily pick a song that reminds me of an ex (because, of course, every couple has "their" song), but I don't want to go there. So, instead, I'll pick a song that reminds me of a friend that I lost touch with awhile ago.
My friend Jena, beautiful, beautiful girl, was the first person to introduce me to Jack Johnson. The song? Bubbly Toes (imagine my excitement when Glee played it last week for Mike Chang to dance to!)
And, for your viewing pleasure, Mike Chang bustin' a move to Bubbly Toes
Friday, April 22, 2011
30 Day Music Challenge - Day 04
Day 4 - A song that makes you sad
There are a number of songs that make me sad, but there is one in particular that I thought of the moment I read today's assignment.
Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman.
When I first heard this song, I cried with joy.
When Steven's daughter died, I sobbed each time this song came on.
Ever since Katie was born, this song continues to bring a tear to my eye. Half joy (knowing this is exactly the kind of father Michael is, willing to drop everything just to dance with his princess), half sorrow, knowing that at any second, the Lord could call my baby up to Him. I pray each and every day that doesn't happen while I'm still living, I just don't know what I would do without her.
And now I'm mad at today's assignment because I need to be getting my butt out the door to go to work, but I'm fighting back tears.
There are a number of songs that make me sad, but there is one in particular that I thought of the moment I read today's assignment.
Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman.
When I first heard this song, I cried with joy.
When Steven's daughter died, I sobbed each time this song came on.
Ever since Katie was born, this song continues to bring a tear to my eye. Half joy (knowing this is exactly the kind of father Michael is, willing to drop everything just to dance with his princess), half sorrow, knowing that at any second, the Lord could call my baby up to Him. I pray each and every day that doesn't happen while I'm still living, I just don't know what I would do without her.
And now I'm mad at today's assignment because I need to be getting my butt out the door to go to work, but I'm fighting back tears.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
30 Day Music Challenge - Day 03
Day 3 - A song that makes you happy
This is a super easy one. This song is my super-happy-dancing song with Katie. It usually ends up with Mommy panting like a dog in the summer and Katie giggling at Mommy's panting. But it doesn't matter how exhausted I am after our one-song dance party, it makes my girl smile, and that's why I do it.
This is a super easy one. This song is my super-happy-dancing song with Katie. It usually ends up with Mommy panting like a dog in the summer and Katie giggling at Mommy's panting. But it doesn't matter how exhausted I am after our one-song dance party, it makes my girl smile, and that's why I do it.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
30 Day Music Challenge - Day 02
Day 2 - Your least favorite song
This one is proving to be a bit difficult, seeing as how I tend to not really think about songs I don't like. However, there is one song that just irks me no matter what. Unless I'm drunk, of course, and it's my 21st birthday and Ortiz is singing it during a random bout of karaoke.
This one is proving to be a bit difficult, seeing as how I tend to not really think about songs I don't like. However, there is one song that just irks me no matter what. Unless I'm drunk, of course, and it's my 21st birthday and Ortiz is singing it during a random bout of karaoke.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
30 Day Music Challenge - Day 1
I've been seeing these 30 Day Challenges a lot. And, I'll admit, I've been a bit intrigued.
However, none of them really seemed like something I'd truly want to do.
UNTIL I saw the 30 Day Music Challenge. Now this one piqued my interest! I can totally get on board with this one! So here it is, day 1!
Day 01 - Your favorite song
This song always has been and always will be my absolute favorite song. It reminds me of my childhood simply because of how much my mom sang this. I even stole my mom's CD with this on it. She never lets me forget it, either.
However, none of them really seemed like something I'd truly want to do.
UNTIL I saw the 30 Day Music Challenge. Now this one piqued my interest! I can totally get on board with this one! So here it is, day 1!
Day 01 - Your favorite song
This song always has been and always will be my absolute favorite song. It reminds me of my childhood simply because of how much my mom sang this. I even stole my mom's CD with this on it. She never lets me forget it, either.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Writer's Block
I'm having an insane bout of writer's block. And it's driving me nuts. I'm hoping that a little bit of creative writing in the form of blogging can get my brain functioning again. I'm not even 100% sure I'll post this, so excuse poor grammar if it is to be found.
I was killing this paper a little bit ago. Just knocking it out. Kickin' ass and taking names. That sort of writing. I was super excited about what I was writing. Then Katie got fussy. About 2 feet from me. She was eating and I was writing and all was good. Until she was done. And Mike's in the living room napping.
Oy.
To be fair, he's not feeling great.
But, the 3 minutes away from the computer caused me to lose my mojo. I completely lost my train of thought. All I can think of now is how incredibly happy my daughter is now that she's no longer trapped in the torture chair AKA high chair. She's watching Barney now. On Netflix. I feel like a bad parent, because it's not necessary TV time. But, my gosh, I'm just trying to get some writing done. And now, I'm blogging. Making me feel worse.
Oh well, she's enjoying herself and I'm trying to get my juices flowing.
I'm at a complete loss. Anyone know anything about literature in the 80s. Espionage books. Things of that nature. Gosh, I hate this class. Why do I have to compare an aspect of popular culture between two decades? I suppose it's my own fault, I picked literature in the 50s and 80s. I got ALL kinds of stuff on the 50s. Wrote a ton. I'm onto ths 80s now. And I have information. I just have to put it into essay format. At the moment, it's in outline format. I just need to flower it up a bit, not make it just a list of facts that takes up a page and turn it into information that takes up 3 pages. That shouldn't be too hard, right? I didn't think so. But now my brain is stuck. And I hate it.
Oh well, I'm done rambling here. Maybe I'll have gotten things together. I'll pull up Pages and see what I can accomplish.
Warning, though: I may be back if I'm staring at Pages for 10 minutes without writing a darn thing. :)
I was killing this paper a little bit ago. Just knocking it out. Kickin' ass and taking names. That sort of writing. I was super excited about what I was writing. Then Katie got fussy. About 2 feet from me. She was eating and I was writing and all was good. Until she was done. And Mike's in the living room napping.
Oy.
To be fair, he's not feeling great.
But, the 3 minutes away from the computer caused me to lose my mojo. I completely lost my train of thought. All I can think of now is how incredibly happy my daughter is now that she's no longer trapped in the torture chair AKA high chair. She's watching Barney now. On Netflix. I feel like a bad parent, because it's not necessary TV time. But, my gosh, I'm just trying to get some writing done. And now, I'm blogging. Making me feel worse.
Oh well, she's enjoying herself and I'm trying to get my juices flowing.
I'm at a complete loss. Anyone know anything about literature in the 80s. Espionage books. Things of that nature. Gosh, I hate this class. Why do I have to compare an aspect of popular culture between two decades? I suppose it's my own fault, I picked literature in the 50s and 80s. I got ALL kinds of stuff on the 50s. Wrote a ton. I'm onto ths 80s now. And I have information. I just have to put it into essay format. At the moment, it's in outline format. I just need to flower it up a bit, not make it just a list of facts that takes up a page and turn it into information that takes up 3 pages. That shouldn't be too hard, right? I didn't think so. But now my brain is stuck. And I hate it.
Oh well, I'm done rambling here. Maybe I'll have gotten things together. I'll pull up Pages and see what I can accomplish.
Warning, though: I may be back if I'm staring at Pages for 10 minutes without writing a darn thing. :)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Who agreed to all this work?!
Alright, here's the deal. I need to cram the next four weeks of paper writing and assignments into the next 6 days.
Why?
Well, because I start my job next week. And, truthfully, I'm a little nervous. Not because of the job itself, but because of what it means in terms of my time. Right now, I work very close to home and my job affords me to do a lot of my homework at work. Convenient, no?
This new job doesn't have the same luxuries. I will be traveling a bit more (not much, maybe another 15 minutes each way) and I will not be able to do my homework. With my new job, there is always something to do- someone to call, papers to file/fax, etc, etc, etc. Also, hello, it's a new job. Who wants to walk in on their first day and say "Okay, here's my desk. Now, don't bother me, I'm doing homework." How unprofessional is that?
So, all of the foreseeable homework that I have I am trying to get done this week. Luckily for me, the weather this past weekend was amazing but it won't be like that this week (or weekend, for that matter) so I won't be tempted to go outdoors more than necessary.
My number one distraction is definitely going to be Katie. And, if she wants to see me at all once this new job starts, she's gonna need to sacrifice this week to homework. I'm sorry baby girl, but Mommy needs to WRITE!
However, it is now 11:47pm and I need to be up and out the door bright and early tomorrow, little one in tow so it's time I hit the bedsheets full time. :)
Why?
Well, because I start my job next week. And, truthfully, I'm a little nervous. Not because of the job itself, but because of what it means in terms of my time. Right now, I work very close to home and my job affords me to do a lot of my homework at work. Convenient, no?
This new job doesn't have the same luxuries. I will be traveling a bit more (not much, maybe another 15 minutes each way) and I will not be able to do my homework. With my new job, there is always something to do- someone to call, papers to file/fax, etc, etc, etc. Also, hello, it's a new job. Who wants to walk in on their first day and say "Okay, here's my desk. Now, don't bother me, I'm doing homework." How unprofessional is that?
So, all of the foreseeable homework that I have I am trying to get done this week. Luckily for me, the weather this past weekend was amazing but it won't be like that this week (or weekend, for that matter) so I won't be tempted to go outdoors more than necessary.
My number one distraction is definitely going to be Katie. And, if she wants to see me at all once this new job starts, she's gonna need to sacrifice this week to homework. I'm sorry baby girl, but Mommy needs to WRITE!
However, it is now 11:47pm and I need to be up and out the door bright and early tomorrow, little one in tow so it's time I hit the bedsheets full time. :)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Spring finally found Chicago!
Today was absolutely gorgeous. A perfect Sunday. Sunny and 83. Katie got to wear shorts today. (So did Mommy, although that certainly was as cute a sight).
She loved it. Loved every second of the sunshine and the wind. Loved the water she dumped all over herself. (I'm becoming increasingly optimistic that we'll actually use the two bathing suits I got her - on clearance, I might add!).
Katie is most definitely a summer girl. Just like Mommy. Not happy unless the sunshine is warming her skin, the breeze is gently tossing those slight curls (that Mommy never ever EVER wants to cut but sadly knows she'll have to).
With the coming of summer (I know, I know, spring first), I'm realizing more and more how much I love photographing my daughter. Our camera is great - with natural light. During the winter, I absolutely hate that camera. The flash is all wrong, Katie always comes out looking spooky. But with sunlight? Well, come on:
Granted, there wasn't a lot of variability here, but that's because I took all of these out on our first excursion of the morning.
I'm beginning to realize that I want to upgrade. Which is horrible, because we just got this camera right after Katie was born. But, and here's where I slap myself a bit, I didn't do any research. I let Mike do the research. Which is fine, the guy loves technology. But he's more of a computer/game system/television techno-guy. I'm not saying he knows nothing about cameras, but I am saying that I should have done my homework. Oh well. I guess that just means I know what my next saving project is!
Katie is most definitely a summer girl. Just like Mommy. Not happy unless the sunshine is warming her skin, the breeze is gently tossing those slight curls (that Mommy never ever EVER wants to cut but sadly knows she'll have to).
With the coming of summer (I know, I know, spring first), I'm realizing more and more how much I love photographing my daughter. Our camera is great - with natural light. During the winter, I absolutely hate that camera. The flash is all wrong, Katie always comes out looking spooky. But with sunlight? Well, come on:
Granted, there wasn't a lot of variability here, but that's because I took all of these out on our first excursion of the morning.
I'm beginning to realize that I want to upgrade. Which is horrible, because we just got this camera right after Katie was born. But, and here's where I slap myself a bit, I didn't do any research. I let Mike do the research. Which is fine, the guy loves technology. But he's more of a computer/game system/television techno-guy. I'm not saying he knows nothing about cameras, but I am saying that I should have done my homework. Oh well. I guess that just means I know what my next saving project is!
Friday, April 1, 2011
No Boys Allowed!
Oh me oh my. I am beat. But you know what? I'm tired of complaining about it! It's high time I started looking upon my days with joy, not with exhaustion! It doesn't matter that I did a million and a half things today - what matters is that I get to spend this entire weekend with my daughter (aside from the few hours I work tomorrow). My husband is out of town (and of course, I miss him) and I get Katie basically all to myself. What more could a mommy ask for than a Girls Only weekend?!
I truly am excited for the weekend, although the amount of homework I have due next week is daunting. I am vowing to not touch any of it unless Katie is napping. I want to spend as much time as I possibly can with my little girl because, frankly, she's not so little anymore.
I discovered the other day that she doesn't have so much of a baby face anymore. It's a toddler face. Complete with a toothy grin and mischievous eyes. She's begun walking (it's slow going, but she's definitely getting there). She eats entire meals, not just little nibbles you throw in front of her (gosh, that makes my daughter sound like a cat! I swear, we do feed her, she just used to be more of a grazer).
I don't want to be standing outside her school, waving to her as she enters for her first day of kindergarten, middle school, high school, college, wondering where the time went. I need to make the most of it. And I vow to.
Starting with this weekend.
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